The infirmary was filled with the unpleasant smell of sweat and blood, and even the smell of disinfectant was met by them, except for the soldiers and the awakened who had broken arms and legs, and the others who were seriously injured, all of whom had painful faces on their faces. It is said to be a medical center, but there are not even doctors and nurses here, and the environment is even worse than the temporary hospital next to the 91st row.

Compared to the place where the survivors gathered, the atmosphere here was oppressive, with the wounded lying on the full beds, some sad and weeping, some wailing in pain, some closing their eyes and saying nothing, all of them were immersed in their own world, as if they had lost hope for the future.

They all know that the injuries they are suffering now can still be treated in normal times, but the current environment and the material resources of doctors are simply not enough to treat their injuries, and the wounds exposed to the air are constantly eroded by bacteria, and their faces are pale due to excessive bleeding, and their resistance is reduced, and when the blood moon rises in the middle of the night, the PM virus is active again, and they are all likely to be infected by the virus.

For so many days, the fate of the wounded and wounded was the same.

Die!

"Haha, I can leave Changsha at noon, I'm so lucky, I'm in the first batch of evacuation lists." There was someone talking outside the medical center.

"That's clatter!" The other said with jealousy.

They walked and walked to the door of the medical center, one of them looked inside in fear, and hurriedly said to his companion beside him: "Let's go quickly, they are all wounded after yesterday's battle, who knows if they are infected with the virus, I am about to leave here, but I can't be infected at this juncture!" He took three steps and two steps and ran away as if he were fleeing.

Yunluo suddenly felt a hint of ridicule, what did the soldiers protect last night by not being afraid of sacrifice?

Is it to protect people like the young people just now?

This kind of heartless thing, in the face of the heroes who have protected them, they are reluctant to touch, let alone be grateful, and sure enough, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman walked in outside the door, she became excited when she saw Huang Lin, and quickly grabbed Huang Lin's hand, looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Thor, please save my son!" You said you wanted to protect him! ”

As soon as Huang Lin saw this middle-aged woman, it was like a frosted eggplant.

The middle-aged woman's son is called Yao Dapeng, and he is also an awakened person, but his son is very young, only fifteen years old, but in order to better protect this survivor base, he invited his son to join the front line of combat, but she refused to live or die, holding her son and refusing to let go, and then Huang Lin personally went out and promised to protect her son, so the mother was willing to let his son go to the battlefield.

And when he was really fighting, how could Huang Lin protect Yao Dapeng? Coupled with the fact that she was entangled with the void last night, Huang Lin had no time to take care of the other awakened ones, so the promise she made was like a blank check.

Looking at the mother who was crying red and swollen from the corners of her eyes, Huang Lin felt extremely guilty in her heart: "I'm sorry, I didn't protect your son, but I invited a very powerful awakened person to come over today, and he can treat your injuries." ”

Before the middle-aged mother could answer, someone else asked Huang Lin excitedly: "Thor, is it true?" Someone will be able to treat us? ”

"Of course it's true!" Huang Lin pointed at Yunluo and said, "It's him!" ”

"Him?" Many of the wounded people couldn't believe it, to say that Yunluo was very powerful, they absolutely believed it, but to say that Yunluo could heal their injuries, their hearts were full of doubts.

Huang Lin pointed to his body and said, "Yesterday my body was injured, but you see, there is not a single scar, and even the wounds left by the previous battles have all healed. ”

The wounded people lying on the bed were no longer indulging in pain, their eyes began to glow, and they all stared at Huang Lin's body, there was indeed no trace of injury on it!

They started to get excited, and we were saved!

"So, let's get started!" Huang Lin looked at Yunluo and said to the others, "Don't worry, you don't have to worry, I believe in Yunluo!" ”

Yunluo and Huang Lin glanced at each other and nodded.

Yunluo asked the middle-aged woman, "Where is your son?" I'm going to help your son get better. ”

When the middle-aged woman heard Yunluo say that she wanted to save her son, she was very happy, and hurriedly led Yunluo to her son's bedside: "He is my son." ”

Looking at Yao Dapeng's miserable appearance, Yunluo gasped. The first thing that caught my eye was his feet, which seemed to have been scraped with some special device, and the skin on his feet disappeared completely, bare, revealing the red flesh that should have been hidden under the skin, and in some places there was red blood from time to time, and when he looked up, this skin disappeared and extended to the base of his thighs; His stomach was wrapped in a bandage, and he couldn't see anything in it, but the blood seeping out of the bandage vaguely told people what was going on inside; What made Yunluo break out in a cold sweat even more was his arm, his arm could see the bones completely, his green face showed a look of pain, Yunluo knew that if he wasn't still angry, he would probably be thrown on the battlefield as a dead corpse.

Yunluo grabbed Huang Lin's palm with one hand, forcibly endured the cold in his heart, and touched Yao Dapeng's body with his other hand trembling, sighed and closed his eyes: "Huang Lin, generate electricity." ”

"Okay!" As Huang Lin answered, Yunluo felt a crispy numbness from his arm to his scalp, and he continued to feel the energy in his body slowly increasing.

"More power!" After saying this, Yunluo regretted it, this time the surging electricity was not just incomparable, almost instantly Yunluo's head began to heat up, the energy liquid in his body grew rapidly, and the other hand flashed with blue energy into Yao Dapeng's body.

As Yunluo converted Huang Lin's electricity into his own dark blue energy and injected it into Yao Dapeng's body, Yao Dapeng's body began to tremble and moaned in pain.

At this time, a miracle happened!

Yao Dapeng's miserable body has changed, his legs have begun to grow skin wraps**, layers of muscles have begun to grow around the bones on his arms, wrapping bones to form skin, and even his abdomen, which is gushing out of blood because of trembling, no longer bleeds!

Yao Dapeng's mother watched her son in constant pain, and wanted to interrupt Yunluo's repair several times, but watching her son's body gradually return to normal, she endured her distress and held her son's hand tightly.

As Yao Dapeng's body recovered as thick as it was, Yunluo let go of Huang Lin's hand and almost rolled to the ground, he was breathing breathlessly, his legs were weak, his hands were cold, and his brain had almost lost the ability to command himself. "Hmm......" Yao Dapeng let out a soft sound from his nose, and the corners of his eyes slowly expanded. His mother was even more excited, her son, who was still covered in flesh and bruises just now, and his flesh and blood were blurred was now back to normal and sober.

"Mom, why are you crying?"

"Son, hurry up and thank Mr. Yunluo, he saved your life!"

"Don't don't, he's just recovered, let him rest!" Yunluo's voice was a little weak.

"Can you hold on?" Huang Lin was a little worried.

"It's okay, go ahead." Without time to marvel at the power of his abilities, Yunluo took a deep breath and walked over to the bed of the other wounded man, and began to treat him.

"Go on."

"Go on."

"Continue ......"

Yunluo really wanted to sit on the ground and rest for a while, cry and sleep. He was sweating and exhausted, and it seemed that he really couldn't hold on anymore, but he still said firmly, "Go on." ”

The heroes who fight for these survivors are not only called heroes by sacrifices, but every wounded here, whether old or young, when the enemy is present, they do not flinch, but unswervingly fight against the infected, they are heroes.