"It's okay, girl, go, take the twin probes to pick up Monaro, leave your gauze, what about grandpa, how can you let him have an accident?" Professor Bayara took out the painkiller and stuffed it directly into the wound on Wushuang's back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Boy, I know you're strong-willed, bear with it, it might hurt a little!"

The scene was far more difficult than his operation on the operating table for a critically ill patient on the verge of life and death, if nothing else, he couldn't do it, this child was grown up by himself, and no matter how skilled the doctor was, he was afraid to operate on his relatives.

"Professor...... You wait a minute, help me up, and sew for me later. You're old, rest first, and Ya'er and I will take Professor Monalo first. After a while, little Japan will catch up, but it will be too late. Wushuang was like this, and he didn't forget the comfort of his last companion, he struggled to hold up, and Ma Ya held his hand and felt that he would fall down as soon as he let go, but there was no way, he had to stand up, there was only one here who was young and strong, and only he had the strength to drag Professor Monalo over.

The old man is not much younger than Bayara, and it is estimated that it will not be easy to jump.

"Monaro, you old thing, why are you stunned? Come here?" Professor Bayara saw in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, seeing that the blood on Wushuang's back was getting more and more, and he couldn't stand it if he didn't stitch his wounds.

Professor Monalou did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly ran across the bridge. But the old man was a fat man, and he ran to the bridge deck with a bang, and while running the left and right iron cables, the more he swayed, the more unsteady he became, and finally stumbled to the bridge deck and could only crawl forward with difficulty.

There was a dense gunfire behind the bridge, maybe little Japan couldn't bear it anymore, even the zombies of the King of All Evils were not iron walls, how could they withstand the bullets?

"Professor, !!! quickly," Wushuang shouted, holding the iron rope on his left with one hand, and he was already unsteady.

Professor Monalo also knew that he was in danger now, he was an insignificant person, and little Japan would definitely kill him with one shot when he rushed up.

The old man let go, stood up and ran away, and when he reached the middle of the bridge, he passed by Ma Ya and threw his claws around his waist, and then jumped up.

Wushuang and Ma Ya stabilized their bodies and dragged them back...... This old man doesn't look like he is from an archaeological background, but he is too fat, and dragging him is much more troublesome than Professor Bayara, plus Wushuang is already seriously injured, and he can't do much effort, so he can only see Monalo fall from mid-air, just when his hind feet are pressed against a blood-red wooden board.

Click...... Click...... Click......

"Ya'er, hold on to the probe claws and run backwards!" Wushuang knew that something was wrong, but no matter what mechanism he touched, he didn't hold his head and ran backwards.

When Wushuang and Ma Ya ran to the cliff on the opposite bank, they suddenly felt that a powerful force behind them was dragging them into the deep ditch of the cliff, and the powerful force instantly dragged the two of them down. Wushuang lay on the ground and looked back, ouch, the entire chain bridge had been broken into two, Professor Monaro was now tied to his waist with a probe claw, and his body was hanging in mid-air, if it wasn't for the two of them here, he would have fallen into the abyss.

But Professor Monalo was fat, and the rope of the probe claw tied his fat waist and fell down, inertly dragging Wushuang and Ma Ya on the top were also close to the edge of the cliff. Wushuang had already exerted his strength, but he still couldn't stop his downward trend. Ma Ya is a girl, and you can't count on her at this time. Just imagine, the weight of more than 170 catties is falling, how can you drag him up with a super sick number on your own? If Ma Fuxiang is concerned, it may be about the same.

"Old Baitou!! why are you stunned? Come and help?" Bayala is his surname, Manchu, and later after the Cultural Revolution, basically Bayala people changed their surname to Bai.

Professor Bayara reacted at this time, and pounced on it in one step, he couldn't hold the rope, he could only hold on to Wushuang's feet, and the three of them were like a string of sugar gourds.

"Don't let go! Pull back!" shouted Wushuang, the wound on his back getting bigger and bigger, but he didn't have the heart to estimate the pain at this point, or maybe now the experience was all focused on Professor Bayara and forgot about the wound on his back. Wushuang's face was flushed, his hands clenched the rope tightly, and the three of them finally dragged the fallen Professor Monalo up little by little.

The four men were lying on the edge of the cliff, snorting and panting, and Professor Monalo didn't know where he had come up, thinking that he was dead.

"Hmph, you archaeologists, that's it, drag me back!"

"Brother, don't say a word, the professor doesn't want to, but after all, everyone is so old, and they don't look like us young people. Ma Ya stood up to touch Wushuang, at this time, the clothes on Wushuang's back were all dyed red, and when he touched it, his hands were covered with blood. It was only then that everyone remembered that there was more important things to do.

"Twins, hold back, don't move!" Professor Bayara took out his needle and thread, but he didn't dare to raise his eyes to take a closer look, his back was literally cracked in the middle, and he saw that the back of his spine was leaking out.

"Hiss......" He gritted his teeth, cold sweat broke out in pain, and the painkillers on his back had not yet fully worked.

Ma Ya grabbed his hand and told him to pinch him hard if it hurt, and in the process, he could feel that Wushuang was trying to hold his hand, but he was too weak now to have much energy at all.

"Professor...... You...... You have to hurry!Little Japan is coming!" Wushuang had already seen a faint flash of fire on the other side of the Nine Rope Suspension Bridge.

"Professor, don't shake your hands! Don't sew crookedly, how much does it hurt?" Ma Ya felt sorry for her good brother and wanted to see it, but she couldn't bear to see it, it was too bloody.

"I don't know what's wrong, I've done thousands of surgeries in my life and I've never been so nervous, no, my hands are shaking so much! Which of you two will do it for me, I may not be able to do it!" He is a national treasure in the Chinese medical community, he is the most famous professor of human life science at Bethune Medical University, and it is the easiest way to stitch a patient's trauma, maybe even those little nurses who intern can do it, but today, Professor Bayara can't do it, because the patients under him are unique. Not only because Wushuang grew up watching him, but also because Wushuang's identity is too special to allow for the slightest mistake.

"Lao Bai, what do you see me doing? I'm not a doctor, isn't this a scourge? No, no, I definitely can't!" Professor Monalo didn't dare to get started.