As we waited quietly, the sky gradually became darker. Due to the paralysis of the power system, the remaining power could only be supplied to each operating room, so...we saved what we could, and could only light torches in various places outside.
Dense firelights dotted everywhere, illuminating their respective areas, but the night tonight was too dark, and the sky was gloomy. Occasionally, there were a few muffled thunders, as if a heavy rain was brewing, as if to wash away this sin.
Traces of killing.
The corridor was dark, with only the words 'Under Surgery' flashing in red, giving the empty and silent corridor a cold red light.
Yaya woke up at some point and snuggled into Di Cheng's arms obediently. Whenever there was thunder outside, her petite body would tremble slightly unconsciously, and the strength to hold Di Cheng could not help but increase a bit.
It was like recalling the nightmare deep in my memory.
Di Cheng gently stroked Yaya's short hair and murmured absently: "It's going to rain."
"Brother Cheng, it's getting dark soon, let's..." Xue Yong and Lao Jian looked at the time, it was time to get ready.
"Let's wait for two days. There may be heavy rain and the road will be inconvenient."
Xue Yongdao: "As long as it's not the end of the world, we can resist. Brother Cheng, don't worry, we will bring him back no matter what."
"Be careful and stay safe on the road."
"Brother Cheng is waiting for our news, please also pay attention to rest. At this critical moment, you need to hold on even more." Xue Yong and Lao Jian took two steps back, bowed heavily to Di Cheng, turned around and left quickly.
"That's right." Di Cheng suddenly stopped them, remained silent for a while, and said: "On the way back, I came home to have a look and...accompany Shalang for me. Three or four months have passed and he is alone there."
"Understood." Xue Yong and Lao Jian's eyes were slightly red. Sha Lang! Captain!! Brother Cheng has been thinking about you!!
"Go ahead and be careful on the road." Di Cheng warned again.
Lao Jian and Xue Yong left quickly, and the corridor became quiet. Only a faint red light swayed in the darkness, reflecting Di Cheng's haggard cheeks and bloodshot eyes.
The wait did not last long this time. About half an hour after the two left, the red light finally went out, and the operation that lasted for eight or nine hours was finally completed. In the dark corridor, Di Cheng stared at the extinguished lights steadily.
Box, looking forward to, waiting.
With a creak, the door to the operating room was pushed open.
"Changsun, how are you?" Di Cheng couldn't restrain his anxiety and walked up quickly.
Changsun Qianwen's eyes were bloodshot and he couldn't hide his exhaustion: "My life has been saved for the time being. Whether he can survive depends on his own desire to survive. The next step is to arrange for a round-the-clock observation in the intensive care unit. If it takes a month
If you can open your eyes within a short period of time, it means that the desire to survive has overcome the injury. If you can't open your eyes..."
"What will happen?"
"Either the body's functions will gradually fail until death, or he will be in a coma forever, like a vegetative state. All I can do is surgery. Whether he can survive depends on himself."
"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive. The tiger will not die so easily. He can persevere. I believe in him." Di Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and showed a happy smile. But this smile and this sigh seemed to encourage his eldest grandson.
Qianwen seemed to be comforting himself.
"The spear penetrated the lungs and damaged the respiratory function; scratched the heart and almost caused aortic bleeding; the heart-protecting bone was broken, and there is little hope of recovery." Changsun Qianwen did not continue. Chen Hu's condition was very serious and the operation was not possible.
During the process, his breathing almost stopped many times. It was a miracle that he could save his life. Although he had excellent medical skills, he could only do this.
If it were any other doctor, he might have declared the operation a failure three or four hours ago.
"I believe in you, I believe in Tiger." Di Cheng forced himself not to think too much, and looked at Changsun Qianwen intently, his eyes and tone full of expectation, or...pleasure. He couldn't accept the news of Tiger's death, and he couldn't accept the news of Tiger's death.
He couldn't bear the pain. The incident between Wang Zhong and Sha Lang had made him mentally and physically exhausted. He really couldn't imagine what it would be like to have another Chen Hu.
Changsun Qianwen smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I owe you something in my previous life, okay, do your best."
"Thank you." Di Cheng said sincerely.
"Don't disturb the tiger yet. He needs a quiet environment. If a miracle happens and the tiger opens his eyes, it's best to send him back to China as soon as possible. The conditions here are not suitable for recuperation, and it is easier to get the root of the disease. The same goes for others. They need
The quiet environment cannot withstand the torment.”
"When their condition stabilizes, I will arrange for them to return to China together."
"This is best. I'll go and look elsewhere." Changsun Qianwen was still so casual and gentle, with the same confidence and smile.
Even though he continued to control the battlefield for more than ten hours, even though he fought hard in the operating room for four or five hours, even though he was exhausted, he didn't show any signs of it on the surface. He knew his mission, his tasks, and even more aware of Di Cheng's expectations.
.
So... keep going...
There was not a single complaint, not a trace of expression, and what was even more valuable was that gentle smile, which not only made Di Cheng sigh with emotion, but also made the assistants who followed him stand in awe.
"Thank you for your hard work." Di Cheng wanted to say go and rest, but he knew...he couldn't, and his eldest grandson Qianwen couldn't either.
When Changsun Qianwen walked to the emergency center, there was a buzz of excitement. When he saw familiar figures and confident smiles, they seemed to see hope of survival in the pain. Everyone was excited.
He calmed down and looked at his eldest grandson Qianwen with excitement or gratitude.
This is the power of faith!
"From the most serious to the least, come in line." Changsun Qianwen nodded with a smile, responded to everyone's expectant and eager eyes, and walked into the operating room with his two assistants. Without any unnecessary nonsense, he started working directly after simple preparations.
In order to save more people and maintain sufficient energy, Changsun Qianwen secretly injected himself with a stimulant injection on the way to the emergency center to keep his spirit tense and prevent him from feeling drowsy.
As night fell, the busy atmosphere at the base gradually calmed down. The injured lined up waiting for treatment, while the uninjured fell to the ground and fell asleep after completing their work.
This victory was hard-won, but no one came to celebrate or cheer. Tianmen paid a heavy price, exhausted all its strength, and even its defense power was reduced to the lowest. Who is still in the mood to celebrate?
The chefs of the combat readiness force wanted to reward the heroes at the base and replenish nutrition and energy for the tired brothers, so they set up dozens of large iron pots on the training ground regardless of the hard work, slaughtered war horses and fat sheep and cooked broth.
Move out the remaining fine wine.
But when the boiling water boiled, the aroma of meat and wine filled the air, but no one came to 'taste' it. They didn't even have the strength to walk here. All the people who had finished their work lay directly on the ground, curled up and whirring.
Snoring.
On the contrary, the wafting aroma of meat and the strong smell of blood mixed into an awkward contrast, which made the survivors recall the brutality and tragedy of the bloody battle, the deaths and sacrifices of their brothers, and the scenes of sadness.
, recalling the tragic scenes.
They are tired and just want to sleep and have a good rest.
The chefs of the War Preparedness Department were helpless and distressed. They spontaneously went to the dormitory to bring quilts and covered them one by one. At least they would not feel cold in the nightmare of sleeping.
The atmosphere in the entire base has become dull, and the only active ones are the Iron Law members who are patrolling around.
Di Cheng had a premonition of the crisis, so much so that with him and Yuwen Huangxue sitting in charge, he secretly recalled Emperor Xi Yu who was thousands of miles away! Peng Hou was also aware of the problem, or was alert at the beginning of this bloody battle.
, as he said in the Iron Law secret meeting - after the war is over, it is the battlefield that belongs to the Iron Law.
At that time, some people did not correctly understand what he meant. Now... the orders are issued one after another, and the major teams launch operations. Wandering in every corner of the base, checking any area, especially the medical staff responsible for rescue, even if it is a
The nurse is also monitored by three or four strict team members, and is not allowed to wear a mask to prevent outsiders from confusing the situation.
Perhaps the approach is a bit extreme, but it is the most direct defense strategy. Otherwise... once the surviving elements with battle axes pretend to be doctors and sneak into the base's medical room, it may bring unbearable tragic consequences.
Peng Hou needs to be responsible for Tianmen and the surviving troops in the base!
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