After removing the warhead, Ge Zhen pinched the surgical blade with two fingers and penetrated into Hu Hailang's right abdomen wound again.

His face was extremely solemn, looking for the cavity caused by the bullet rolling little by little, then pinched the tip of the knife to release the gas and blood in the cavity to prevent permanent cavity injuries.

This is a brutal treatment of cavity-effect injuries, and if you are not careful, the injury will be aggravated. But now Ge Zhen treats Hu Hailang as a dead person to rescue him.

After dealing with the internal cavity injury, he took out the scalpel, put his fingers in, and examined his abdomen by touching.

The continuous deeper penetration of the wound made Hu Hailang faint again in pain.

"You are lucky. You have not injured your fatal internal organs, nor have you had too many internal bleeding problems." Ge Zhen stretched out his bleeding hand and breathed a long sigh: "What a miracle!"

This is a lead rifle bullet, which was shot from a distance, causing a cavity effect in the way the projectile rolled over, but luckily did not hurt the fatal organ. What is it?

You should know that with complete surgical tools, one hundred people were hit by the chest and abdomen by a rifle lead-pellet bullet. It would be considered good that one of them survived.

There are two situations here: one is internal organ damage, and the other is large amount of internal bleeding. Any one will kill people in a short period of time.

"You're lucky."

Ge Zhen used the faint moonlight to search in the grass beside him, found a handful of herbs that could stop bleeding, then put it in his mouth and chew it, and then found a sharp hard thorn in the bushes, just like a needle.

Then, he removed the fabric of the clothes, pulled out a handful of threads, tied them firmly to the end of the hard thorn, and spit out the hemostatic herb that had been completely chewed.

Next is to clean the wound and suture the medicine.

"What are you doing..." Hu Hailang woke up slowly and saw Ge Zhen taking off his pants at a glance.

"Cleaning the wound." Ge Zhen said seriously with a righteous look on his face: "How to suture the wound if it is not cleaned? How to apply medicine? How to save your life? Lying down and don't move!"

"You, you..."

"What are you?" Ge Zhen took out the words and glared: "I am so useful to suck boys' urine now. Now you have a lot of trouble cleaning your wounds? I didn't count the money for you! I'm so angry, lie down."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clamor of water sounded, and Ge Zhen used his urine to clean Hu Hailang's wounds.

Hu Hailang rolled his eyes and almost fainted again.

However, there is no way to do this. Ninety-five percent of the urine is water, which is not toxic. It is indeed a good choice without water to clean the wound.

"Hehehe..."

Ge Zhen smiled, lifted his pants and began to suture Hu Hailang the wound.

The muscles that were rolled up in the wound were bursting, and they were divided into more than a dozen pieces, which was more complicated than the wounds of the Triangle Army.

If placed in the hospital, I am afraid that all the surgical experts may not be able to find the best suture method.

But Ge Zhen was sewing with needles and thread in an orderly manner. After the sewing was completely done, the wound was flat and the butt was neatly connected, and he didn't let a piece of minced meat go away.

Hu Hailang's eyes changed.

"Where did you learn how to suture wounds?" Hu Hailang stared at Ge Zhen: "The method you used is a suture method that specifically deals with gunshot wound rescue on the battlefield."

"I am a health worker, this thing can't hurt me." Ge Zhen said arrogantly: "There is no one under my hands who cannot be saved yet!"

"The right eight characters are in the opposite eight characters, and then the last one is to press and fix it. This method is unique to our right hand company. The rifle bullet burst is mainly dealt with. Ordinary people don't know how to suture it, even the best surgeon."

"Ah?" Ge Zhen was stunned, and he was also confused.

He didn't learn the stitching method from the doctor, but when he was young, he threw his legs into pieces. When the doctor was about to remove some of the muscles, he taught him when he was sewing it.

This is unique to the right hand company? Stop making trouble. Just my cowardly look, can you still come out of this seemingly awesome right hand company?

It's simply impossible!

Hu Hailang didn't say much. He turned to look at the environment he was in. After making a judgment, he smiled bitterly on his face.

"We're halfway up the mountain?"

"Uh...it should be..." Ge Zhen nodded: "Just just caring for you to escape, but accidentally ran to the middle of the mountain... Damn! We are halfway up the mountain, we are dead!"

This guy suddenly realized that the armed organization would definitely close the mountain. Once the mountain was closed, it would chase them in a centripetal carpet-like search, turning them into a complete turtle in the jar!

Suddenly, Hu Hailang put his back on Ge Zhen's neck and rolled hard to the side with him.

"Dadada..."

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

The bursting gunfire rang without warning, and the warhead hit the place they had just now.

In the darkness, a team of militants had appeared and found their place.

“Here!”

"People are here!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

“…”

In an instant, at least a dozen barrels spewed out flames at the same time, and dense warheads swept over, shattering the plants and trees.

"Da da da da da da..."

Hu Hailang kept rolling on the ground with his already confused Ge Zhen, and the bullet chased them, lifted up the earth and rock debris, and smashed them at the two of them in a head-on manner.

At this moment, Ge Zhen was completely stunned, his ears were filled with gunfire, and he allowed the seriously injured Hu Hailang to take him to make tactical avoidance.

"Bang!"

"Well!"

A severe pain came, Ge Zhen was kicked in the stomach and rolled to one side.

At the same time, Hu Hailang picked up the rifle and rolled in in a tactic in another direction while pulling the trigger.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff…"

The warhead drilled into the militants' bodies, making their firepower weakened immediately, giving the two a chance to breathe.

Suddenly, Hu Hailang, who continued to roll in, suddenly raised his head and supported the ground with his right hand and jumped straight.

When his body rushed to the top, it fell heavily like a big stone, and turned forward against the ground and completed an extremely rapid roll.

At the moment of rolling, my feet exerted force and sent my body forward, like a goshawk, pounced into the militants.

"Da da da...da da da..."

"Swish! Swish!"

"Click!Click!"

"ah!!!--"

“…”

The sound of gunfire, the sound of bones breaking, the sound of blades passing through the human body, and the screams of pain and despair mixed together, and Ge Zhen was shocked.

"A fierce man! No, my...money!!!"

"Swish!"

Ge Zhen rushed into the area where he was fighting without hesitation. What was reflected in front of him was corpses all over the ground. Hu Hailang was pressed to the ground by two militants and stabbed with a saber.

"puff!"

The saber pierced into his shoulder, pulled it out and another knife followed. Another militant stabbed him fiercely into the ribs and lungs.

The suppressed Hu Hailang stretched out his left hand to grab the other party's saber.

"laugh!"

The sharp saber suddenly penetrated into the palm of his hand, and even the sound of the blade rubbing against the bones of his hand could be heard.

Hu Hailang, who was already seriously injured, almost lost the ability to continue fighting. He wanted to kill all the enemies with one go, but it was difficult to continue.

Seeing this scene, Ge Zhen's eyes widened and rushed forward wildly. With his wrists turned, a silver light appeared in the hazy moonlight.

"laugh!--"

The scalpel pierced into the neck and carotid artery of a militant at an incredible speed, and was pulled out instantly, bringing out a spurt of blood from the artery.

With his left hand, he clutched the eye socket of another militant. While pulling it up, the scalpel of his right hand flew past his throat.

"laugh!--"

"Huh..."

A nearly ten centimeter-long crack appeared in the throat of the militants and the trachea was disconnected.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

Two militants lay down on the ground, covering their necks to make the last struggle before death.

This is the standard standard killing, fast, ruthless, accurate, poisonous... to convert all attacks into the simplest and most effective way, without any unnecessary movements, revealing a frozen cold.

The simplest and most direct killing is pleasing to the eye, but it is the most difficult to do. Anything that can be done is either a peerless killer or a war king.
Chapter completed!