Dimensional Eroders

After some inspection, Bailang confirmed that the other party's injury was serious. It has deviated from the 'ordinary injury' that can heal itself through a blood bottle in the usual sense. Therefore, his team members consumed all the 'pharmaceuticals', and could only barely curb the deterioration of the injury.

On the captain's chest, there was a scratch that almost disemboweled him; at the joint between the shoulder and the neck, there were signs of being bitten, and the shoulder blade had been shattered. The two wounds were not only serious, but also 'infected' by the werewolf virus.

In the words of my eighth wife's bloodline, the 'purity of the bloodline' was polluted and began to shift. Ordinary treatment methods have been difficult to take effect, which is an abnormal negative state.

In this world, you don't become a werewolf if you are bitten by a werewolf. After ordinary people are bitten by the radiating spiders of Osborn Industries, they can only die instead of becoming Spider-Man.

The situation of this captain is also the same... It is simply that he has not strengthened his bloodline, and is being eroded a little bit in a human form, slowly weakening to death; if he strengthens the hostile bloodline that conflicts with the "wolf", this erosion will It will be more violent, and the death will be faster, worse and more painful.

Hearing Bailang's analysis and explanation, the female contractor turned pale and begged: "You must help you save him, right? You must save the captain!"

"Don't worry, I will do my best~!"

Doctor Bai nodded solemnly, and before he finished his sentence, when everyone was caught off guard, he stabbed a screwdriver with a flashing cold light into the captain's heart and lungs with lightning speed.

His arm was so strong that he could clearly see the outline of the forearm muscles exploding. Following the last word''' he yelled out with an accent, and as soon as he exerted force with his right hand, he heard a'puchi'!

The thin and long Phillips screwdriver penetrated through layers of barriers and penetrated deep into the chest, leaving only a handle.

Black blood spurted out like a small fountain.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

The captain who was in a coma was awakened by the pain! His eyes widened, his bloodshot eyeballs were fixed on Bailang, and he couldn't help coughing up and vomiting blood...

The moved expression didn't last for half a minute, and the female team member turned into the shock, fear, and fury after being deceived. Then, like a furious lioness, she stared fiercely at Bailang, and asked, "You sanctimonious liar! Why did you kill him?!"

While speaking, she had already grabbed the weapon beside her, and was about to kill Bailang who did not reply, but still seriously 'pulled out and inserted the screwdriver', having a great time playing, without any resistance.

"etc!"

Another companion who brought Lang in suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him, and felt that Bailang's calmness did not seem to be fake. If he was really taking revenge, he would never be so calm, as if he was using a pump to pump up the tires. The chest poked back and forth, stirred back and forth... "Look carefully!"

After being yelled at by her companion, the female contractor calmed down a little. When she looked again, her eyes showed surprise: "This is...?"

She first showed doubts, and then said in shock: "The captain is not dead?!"

At this moment, the captain's expression has changed from pain to relief. Even though he was pierced by a screwdriver, then he was inserted again and again, and his seven orifices were bleeding to death, it looked particularly terrifying under the weak light in this dark and confined space. But his aura returned to calm, and he felt a little bit of enjoyment?

"Hmph! It's rare, it's bloodletting!"

With a knife on his neck, Bai Lang didn't panic at all, as if he wasn't the one being threatened, he still concentrated on pulling out the screwdriver and continued to poke holes in the captain's body.

Pooh! Pooh!

It was pierced one place after another, and the blood couldn't stop flowing out: "People in the world are ignorant! They are full of misunderstandings and prejudices about my profession. I thought that you, as contractors, are well-informed and have great opinions. I didn't expect... You don't even have this simple medical knowledge! Why are you still standing there? Are you going to kill me! Do you still want him to live?"

The miracle doctor Lang glared at the female contractor, who immediately withdrew his long knife and bowed his head to admit his mistake.

Beside them, another team watched the two contractors from the sidelines. They didn't have friendship with the temporary team, but they were also included by Bailang and despised them. Suddenly they became a little restless, and argued in their hearts:

'Hey Hey hey! Such things as bloodletting therapy do not belong to the scope of medical common sense at all, okay? Are you common sense in that era? Was it the medical field in Mercury Island (Europe before the 18th century) 100 years ago? Why do you despise us together? ! '

After some blind G2 poking around, Bailang let go of the poisonous blood in the captain's body that was contaminated by the 'Werewolf Virus', and then showed a dignified expression.

The male team member immediately asked: "Doctor, what's the matter? Can the captain's injury be cured?"

Bailang said, "The bloodletting therapy can only relieve his danger temporarily, but the blood transfusion therapy can treat..."

"Then do it quickly!" The female contractor no longer dared to question Brother Lang, but instead urged with great aggrievedness.

"Healthy doctor, do you think I am you? Of course I will not abandon him! However, even if I risk my life and use all my blood to save him, I can only save his life temporarily. The distance between The camp is far away, and the road is bumpy, and he can't bear it at all...Staying here to linger on his last breath is no different from waiting for death."

"Then what should we do?" The two soy sauce parties who were watching were also attracted and asked curiously. They thought that Bailang's level was limited, and they were looking for excuses to refuse treatment, or were they sitting on the ground and raising the price?

"I have experienced few tasks and not many embers, so I mainly focus on medical skills, and only recently mastered a secret technique. I need you to catch a living werewolf for me. I want to use its blood and life to extract a This kind of antibody brought the captain back to life and another wave, enough to last him until he returned to the camp!" Brother Lang looked holy, and he was always thinking of the patient throughout the process.

His level of thinking was too high, and what he was thinking about was not only how to save the other party, but also to bring the other party back to the camp alive and safely.

"I'm going right now! You wait."

The female contractor got up immediately, but was stopped by her male companion: "You stay and take care of the captain, I'll go!"

"Count me in too!" Another melon eater also stood up.

Originally, the two of them were unfamiliar with the team and planned to stay out of it. However, Lang Ge's international humanitarian spirit of saving lives and helping the wounded infected the scene and awakened their meager conscience. It just so happens that catching a werewolf isn't dangerous, so it's a good thing to do. It can also be counted in front of the genius doctor Lang, making a good first impression.

Brother Lang never forgot to brush up his sense of presence, and continued to enrich his "medical persona", and said: "Thank you, sir, I thank you on behalf of the patients!"

I was so touched, look, is this what people say? No! This is a saint!

…

The waiting process is undoubtedly long.

In order to avoid the cold spot, Brother Lang operated the ripples to stimulate the captain's wound and inject a small amount of vitality to hang him; on the other hand, he did not forget to publicize his 'medical talent' and instilled his medical talent for the few remaining people.

On the front line of the battlefield, the "Angel Wave Medical Classroom" was opened to popularize their knowledge of blood therapy witch doctors: "Do you know? Xunchuang's treatment department is Shengguang nurse, and I am a blood doctor." ’ There’s a huge difference. Ordinary people often misinterpret us because they don’t understand.”

"Personally, I prefer to call those priests, nurses, and druids 'universal systems'. Their holy light spells and healing spells are often universally applicable and cost-effective. They are suitable for team battles and can restore blood to any wounded. In the eyes of these nannies, all diseases are the same, no need to master medical knowledge, as long as milk is enough. The strength of the treatment ability is only a matter of whether the amount of milk is enough."

"It's not a medical skill, but a spell. It just happens to cover most of the common injuries. Violent feeding can restore blood, as if it really can cure all diseases. However, when encountering various abnormal situations, the difficulty that surpasses ordinary injuries Miscellaneous diseases, you will be unable to catch blind immediately. Our "blood therapy" is different, it is a real medical skill. It can not only treat ordinary injuries, but also treat difficult and miscellaneous diseases. Even various difficult "abnormal side states" can also be treated. within my business."

"Of course, I'm not belittling traditional nurses, thinking that they are all rubbish. I just want to say that each has its own strengths. 'Blood therapy' also has flaws. It needs to use my own 'blood' as a medium and at the cost of life. After all, the number of treatment is limited, and it is far inferior to the group of "Nurse" and brainless grandma. But because of the prejudice of mortals, bloodletting and blood transfusion are slandered as witchcraft, I am the most angry!"

"They don't understand that if the nanny can save, our blood therapy can save it; if the nanny can't save it, our blood therapy can also save it! Blood therapy can save the world! Your captain was bitten by the fangs of a werewolf and suffered various injuries. The negative state erodes and spreads to a deeper level of life, how can it be saved by a mere holy light or a healing technique? It is also considered lucky for him to meet me, otherwise... Humph!"

While waiting for the sacrifice, Brother Lang cut his wrists and bled blood in front of the two of them, while rectifying the name of "blood therapy" and establishing a correct image of "giving up his life to save death" for himself.

In the end, the corners of his mouth were pale and his face was weak, but his voice was deafening and awe-inspiring to the listeners.

Fancy asking for tickets... I always feel that Brother Lang is getting bigger and bigger, and his ideological realm has surpassed the 'golden spirit' and entered the level of a saint.

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