Zhang Long, who had left the field in triumph, had just walked into the gate, and his legs suddenly weakened. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Ricksart, who had been waiting there early, quickly helped him up and carried him to the bench in the rest area. Fetsuma and Simbo also led the other brothers who were watching the battle and a few miscellaneous slaves to check on his injuries.

"Woo......" Zhang Long snorted in pain, pressing the wound tightly, the soft milky white holy light shrouded the palm of his hand, and the blood loss was controlled quite successfully, and the onlookers were amazed. However, Zhang Long didn't dare to be careless at all, holding up the pain, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Go get my medicine box......

Hurriedly picked up the not-so-small wooden box, Zhang Long struggled to get up, opened the box and took out a cloth bag, which contained opium that had been cut and mixed with other auxiliary medicines. He grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked Ricksat for a water bladder, and rinsed it a few times, and the pain immediately subsided. Zhang Long shook his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead: Alas, I really didn't expect that I would also take opium one day...... Let's hope Lucas's recipe is careful enough not to become addictive......

The healer himself was injured, this is the most head-wrenching thing, Lucas is in the West End, he can only rely on himself here! Zhang Long looked at the dizzying surgical instruments in the medicine box, his scalp tingled for a while, and the scene of the Hollywood blockbuster came to mind again: This is what the Predator wants to do! I'm a human, an ordinary human, can I do it?

However, when he let go of the hand that was holding the wound and saw the huge and terrible tear, he couldn't help but let out a lament: "Simbo is going to play in a while, so ...... Please, Chief Guard, Fikchuma, hand me the instruments......

"What? you want to ......" The two of them widened their eyes on the spot, they couldn't believe how Zhang Long, who had always been a little low-key and a little cowardly, could have such a thing, and Xin Bo, who was about to go to the waiting scene, couldn't help but be shocked, and ran over and asked eagerly, "God...... You don't really want to sew it yourself, do you?"

"There's no way...... Zhang Long said with a wry smile, "When Lucas comes back, even if he uses the holy light, the wound is so big, and it won't be able to do it by then." Rocky has been sent to fight the iron cage again, who else can you rely on? Go and wait, you must live!"

Simbo nodded, grabbed his gear and left. Seeing that the assistants were all in place, Zhang Long gritted his teeth fiercely, took out a thin hook from the medicine box with a trembling hand, hesitated again and again, and finally his heart was crossed, poofed on the edge of the wound, and pulled it to the side. Blood poured out, and the pinprick-like pain caused him to scream on the spot, and the hearts of the onlookers were tense.

"Take ...... Hold ...... steady," Zhang Long looked at Fikruma and motioned for him to help the hook. The barbarian hurriedly cooperated, but his clumsy movements were a little bigger, pulling the flesh and skin, and making Zhang Long snort in pain: "! let you hold the ...... steadily" Zhang Long roared with a little dissatisfaction, and mustered up the courage to buckle a few hooks on each side of the wound, and finally opened the wound completely. After this series of operations, he was already in pain and almost collapsed, almost fainting, but after all, he still tried to urge the Holy Light to cheer up, swallowed opium and rinsed down, before finally taking a long breath and carefully examining his injuries.

After gathering the light to clear away the blurred bloodstains, he saw that the intestines were clearly in front of him, and the peritoneum that was supposed to enclose them had ruptured, and contracted under the elastic effect of the muscle layer and was barely noticeable. Zhang Long sighed again: ", this hurts!"

"What are you going to do?" Rixat suddenly had some ominous premonitions: next, this Sensai might be going to do something very terrifying......

Zhang Long tried his best to squeeze out a wry smile, took out a pair of tweezers from the medicine box, stretched it into the open wound, trembled and weighed it for a long time, and finally used all his strength to settle down, gathered the holy light on the tip of the tweezers, violently inserted it into the flesh and blood, found the crack in the peritoneum on the side of the contraction, and slowly pulled it out cautiously, but with extreme effort. With a hoarse scream, he finally pulled out his peritoneum, and the blood gushed out again, covering his vision, Zhang Long gasped violently, and his other hand gathered the holy light to clean it up.

The brothers next to them were stupid, although they were all gladiators who had killed many people, but the arena was full of wounds, and even if they were injured, they were dealt with by healers, they just had to lie down and suffer, so it was the first time that they had watched the operation. These treatments ...... It hurts to look at it, do it for yourself, don't even think about it!

"Chief Guard...... Help me hold ......" Zhang Long gritted his teeth, handed the handle of the tweezers to Rixat, and then pulled out a handful of tweezers, poked into the blurred flesh, and pulled out the other peritoneum. The terrible screams echoed throughout the rest area, and the guards standing guard at the door were furious.

Finally, it worked...... Sweating profusely, Zhang Long fell on the bench and slowed down for a long time before he could weakly give the next command: "Opium...... Water ......"

An onlooker quickly fed these two things into his mouth. Zhang Long gasped for a long time, and finally struggled to get up, and took out the needle and thread from the medicine box.

"Chief Guard, hold the tweezers well...... I can't go out again......" he said bitterly.

Ricksat nodded hurriedly. Zhang Long gave him a grateful wry smile back, then used the holy light to debride and stop the bleeding, shook his head helplessly, and mustered up his fighting spirit for a long time before finally getting the needle and starting to suture the cracked peritoneum. The whole process was completely accompanied by screams that were not like human voices, and the needles almost fell off several times, and I had to stop several times to take medicine to relieve the pain. Seeing that there was less and less opium in the medicine box, Zhang Long couldn't help but secretly complain: How long the will this last? Will it be addictive? According to Lucas's teachings, there are many more steps to be operated on next......

Forget it, stop the medicine quickly! Zhang Long's heart was horizontal, he no longer paid attention to opium, and concentrated on burying his head in the needle. The peritoneum was finally sutured, and then it was necessary to find out the more important broken large blood vessels, which also needed to be pulled out separately and sewn together, which was so painful that it was called a heart-rending lung! Fortunately, the holy light itself also had a certain pain-relieving effect, and with the process of debridement and hemostasis, it could also make him feel a little better. Except for Rixat and Fitsuma, the other onlookers couldn't bear to look at it and left quietly, but these brothers admired Zhang Long so much from then on.

, the Predator really can't be compared to humans...... Zhang Long slumped on the bench, staring at the ceiling with a blurred gaze, thinking sadly. I didn't need painkillers to operate on myself at all, there was no hesitation in the middle, no pause at all, it was really not covered!

What he didn't expect, however, was that being able to do so would increase his prestige among the brothers to an unprecedented level. He pulled himself together again, trying to get up, and let Fetsuma loosen the hooks on either side of the wound and began to stitch the muscle and skin with his hands. The pain was still intense, but it was much better than before, and Zhang Long even felt that his pain was a little numb, and he didn't know if it was the effect of opium before, or if it was true, he was used to it......

Finally finished sewing the last stitch on his belly, Zhang Long was relieved, applied a layer of ointment that Lucas had already prepared on the knife edge, wrapped it with a bandage, and fell on the bench with a pop, gasping for air.

"Pop, pop, pop......" Fitsuma stood on the bench and clapped slowly with a solemn expression, and Ricksat joined him, then more brothers, then miscellaneous slaves, and finally, even the arena guards participated. The entire Esenhard family lounge began to applaud him, thunderous applause echoing through every corner of the room, almost muffling out the creak of the gates.

Two miscellaneous slaves dragged Simbo's bloody corpse in, and turned away without saying a word. The applause came to an abrupt end, and the atmosphere took a sharp turn and fell silent. Zhang Long struggled to get up and staggered to Xin Bo's side, this brother who didn't want to make progress in the eyes of many people and just wanted to survive, but he tried his best in the last game of his life and died a glorious death!

"Damn Credlaw...... Looking at the corpse of the Enlightenment Master covered with sword wounds, Fikruma's eyes almost burst into flames: "Lao Tzu will break you into ten thousand pieces sooner or later!"