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Jack's breathing was very weak, and his heartbeat was also powerless, and the pain was so stimulating that it didn't speed up his heartbeat too much. I was worried that he wouldn't survive the surgery.

I glanced at the frail Jack again, and there was no light in his eyes. Of course, it's also because there is only one slit left in the eye.

When I grabbed the third root, the vines on it unexpectedly didn't wrap up, and it just shook spasmodically. It's as if it knows it's going to be useless, and it's already scared before it fights.

I was able to do this with both hands, and I cut off the root in an instant. The left hand was lifted up, and the dagger in the right hand was scraped, and when he came back, he picked out a glowing object.

I put the glow under my feet and stomped on it as I turned back to Jack. "The third"

Jack's head was tilted at ninety degrees to the ground, and of course he couldn't see anything, except that I had stepped on something the size of a date that glowed. But he realized I had it in my other hand

Stuff.

He spat out the roll of bandages in his mouth. It's so pitiful, Jack's body twitches involuntarily when he spits out the bandage roll.

"If you talk about something, how do I know if you don't tell me." I whispered to him.

Jack stared at a pair of sloppy slits. "Show me that thing."

"Are you sure you want to see it?"

Jack stared at him and didn't speak, or move. When I looked at it, I insisted on dripping.

I lowered my left hand to his eyes. The pink jelly-like object of the root cut was shaking at Jack's face, and the vines more than a foot long at the top were still swaying wildly.

Before I could lower the thing, I saw a white turn out of Jack's slitted eyes. It was like a hiccup, and then it didn't move.

I think anyone who knows that they have this kind of strange thing on their back, and that they have seven more on it, will have this reaction. Those who are not scared to death are considered bold.

I really regret showing him things.

I threw the root in my hand and went on to operate on him. The morphine worked, and the following surgeries were performed in Jack's stupor. Of course. I'm fast. In the effect of morphine elimination

Before I lost it, I cut off all the roots on Jack's back.

While Jack was still asleep, I cleaned his wounds with a knife and alcohol, all the way to peel out his own texture and see the blood flow out. Then stop the bleeding and bandage.

After dealing with Jack's wounds, I was paralyzed from exhaustion.

After a short breath, he quickly put on Jack's clothes. It's my clothes, his jacket can smoke people to death, and mine is better. It's been dealt with once. But I'm almost frozen, all the time

Operated on him naked, so that people could see it, and he didn't think it was weird to be perverted.

Handled Jack's jacket and quickly put it on, and sat down next to him to rest. I didn't feel too cold when I was busy putting on shorts just now, and I didn't feel warm when I stopped to put on my jacket.

I sat trembling and rested for a while, and when I felt a little stronger, I woke up Jack. Keep on your way. Sitting here is bound to get hypothermia.

It was a pain for Jack to wake up, and the morphine energy passed. When Jack opened his eyes, his eyes were straight, and there was no expression on his face, but there was a constant 'staggering, staggering' from between his teeth

The sound of inhaling cool air.

I told Jack we were leaving. As if to liven up the atmosphere, he shuddered and said, "Your fart stinks." ”

I almost squirted him for a misunderstanding. But I realized that his sense of smell was normal.

But it's infuriating enough. Who can fart so stinky? Skunk doesn't have the ability to do that either.

I didn't pay attention to him, what kind of anger did I have with a disabled person. Just keep your head in the dust.

Jack was able to get up, but he didn't look anxious at all, and seeing that I was done, he had to tell me what was going on. He didn't know anything about what had just happened. His memories fell asleep from the wall of light

, until I woke up just now, and the memory in the middle was blank. During that time he was in a coma.

I saw that he was very stubborn, so I simply explained the process. Jack's eyebrows furrowed as he listened.

After a while he said, "Can you leave me with the micro flush?" ”

This time it was my turn to be surprised. What does he mean by that? Is he going to stay here alone?

I tried my best to get him out, but he was fine and gave up on his own. I suspect he's got something wrong with his head.

I steadied myself and asked him, "Why?" ”

"You're going to just throw me here? Leave me a gun, and at least I can die when I want to. ”

I'm going to run out. "When did I say I was going to leave you behind!"

Jack stood on his knees with the stone pillar beside him, and looked at me from side to side.

"We're both trapped by the wall of light?"

I nodded.

"We're both hung in the air by this thing?" Jack tilted his head and gestured to the vines on the ground.

I nodded again. But when I nodded my head, it was a little unnatural, and it felt like something was wrong.

"And what do you do with what you have?"

The expression on my face froze suddenly. His jaw kept fluttering, but the two rows of teeth couldn't touch each other. Immediately afterwards, I heard a scream, of course, from me, and I couldn't control it at all

Sentiment. I think it's a miracle that I didn't pass out on the spot.

With a 'whew', I pulled my legs and ran out. I didn't have to go through my brain at all, and my legs opened uncontrollably, and I had to do something about it, or I would go crazy. I've seen it

The shocking sight of Jack's back was devastating, and I didn't realize that it could happen to me as well.

The more critical problem is that we run out of medical alcohol, and if we operate on me, we can only do it without disinfection. Of course, it also depends on whether Jack has the ability to use the knife.

'Huhuhu' I ran back. Suddenly standing in front of Jack, I lowered my head, and Jack looked up at me. At this moment, I didn't have the pleasure of looking down, I felt that I was about to finish.

Jack looked at me for a moment, then suddenly said in surprise, "You didn't deal with the things on your back?" ”

I was about to cry. Nodding his head and speechless.

I finally understood why Jack chose to keep a gun. That's because he didn't think I could take him away. He's like this, how strong will I be? With his nature, he won't give up when it's time to give up

Hang on. In his opinion, this is the time for me to give up on him.

Jack's lips trembled and said, "Otherwise, I'll see?" ”

Listening to this tone, I don't have any confidence, which is like a master's degree in medicine from a prestigious university.

I thought again, he was in pain. The effect of the morphine is gone, and he's holding on now.

A dead horse is a live horse doctor. I turned around and knelt in front of him and took off my shirt at once.

In an instant, I heard Jack's sobs. My heart sank to the bottom. (To be continued......)