Mo Fan was seriously injured and was sent to the nearest Qiao'an County Hospital for emergency treatment.
As soon as I entered the door, the hospital was filled with excitement.
It is not that the county hospital has never rescued seriously injured patients, but this was the first time since the hospital was founded that a group of soldiers with live ammunition followed them. The younger doctors and nurses even secretly inquired whether there was a war.
More than an hour later, Zuo Han's military plane landed at an abandoned airport near Qiao'an County, where a vehicle from the Weihai Military Region was already waiting. More than 20 minutes later, the military vehicle rushed into the gate of the county hospital.
"Where is Mo Fan?" Zuo Han asked urgently as soon as he got out of the car, grabbing the lieutenant who came to greet him.
Zuo Han had already contacted He Ye and Meng Yu in advance. He knew that He Ye was fine, but Mo Fan was shot and was in critical condition.
"In the emergency room on the second floor, resuscitation is underway."
Before the lieutenant finished speaking, Zuo Han rushed into the building like the wind.
"What happened?" Zuo Shiyi also opened the car door and got out.
"Excuse me, are you..." Zuo Shiyi was wearing casual clothes because he was going to drink. Although the lieutenant had received the order, he did not know Zuo Shiyi's identity.
Zuo Shiyi took out his military officer ID card and waved it.
"Hello, chief!" the lieutenant saluted and said, "Lieutenant Lu Qiang of the Mecha Infantry Regiment of the Naval Division, I have been ordered to follow your instructions."
"Tell me the situation..."
Zuo Shiyi was listening to the situation report outside, while Zuo Han was already outside the ward.
"Zuo Han..."
He Yezheng was sitting there dejectedly, with his hair disheveled, his body dirty and torn, and stained with a lot of blood. When he saw Zuo Han appear, his nose felt sour, he rushed over and hugged Zuo Han and burst into tears.
"It's all my fault, Xiaofan, Xiaofan..."
Zuo Han patted He Ye's shoulder and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all over..."
Zuo Han gently pressed a certain position on the back of He Ye's neck, and He Ye's body softened.
"Can you find a room? She needs to rest."
At this time, He Ye's mental state was very unstable and it would be better to take a nap.
Zuo Han carried He Ye to a ward to rest. When he returned to the outside of the operating room, Zuo Shiyi happened to come over after understanding the situation.
"Where is He Ye?" Zuo Shiyi looked around.
"I asked her to rest. She is very tired." Zuo Han replied.
At this moment, the lights in the operating room went out and several medical staff walked out.
"Doctor, how are the wounded?" Zuo Shiyi quickly stopped the surgeon in charge and asked.
The doctor took off his mask and said: "The bullet has been removed, but the wounded man's condition is very dangerous and he may not survive tonight. Just in case, he will stay in the operating room and not be sent to the ward."
Zuo Shiyi was furious: "Damn it, you're talking about a hospital. If you can't cure it, just tell us and we'll transfer it to another hospital!"
The doctor glanced at Zuo Shiyi and said: "For the sake of the wounded, I don't recommend that you do that. If he can survive tonight, you can consider transferring him to the hospital in Weihai City."
Zuo Han stopped Zuo Shiyi, who was about to say something else, and said to the doctor: "Thank you for your suggestion. We don't plan to transfer him to another hospital for the time being. Can I go in and see him?"
"Yes, but the injured person has been unconscious. Don't try to talk to him. If anything happens, call the medical staff immediately." The doctor said a few more words, then turned and left.
Seeing that the doctor had left, Zuo Shiyi said to Zuo Han: "You are just a quack doctor. Do you believe him?"
"He is a responsible doctor." Zuo Han turned to Zuo Shiyi and said, "I want to stay alone with Xiaofan for a while, is that okay?"
Zuo Shiyi already knew that Mo Fan was an orphan adopted by Zuo Han and nodded.
Seeing Zuo Han enter the operating room, Zuo Shiyi thought for a moment and said to the lieutenant who was following him: "Find the criminal policeman who just stopped me and I'll have a chat with him. Also, give the Weihai City Bureau a call.
, just say that you came here to practice, and there happened to be a shooting..."
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Mo Fan was lying quietly on the operating table. His right eye was wrapped in layers of gauze, with some dark red seeping out. Various tubes were inserted into his chest and arms, and an oxygen mask was attached to his mouth and nose. His face was sallow, and his eyelashes were swollen.
Jump from time to time.
Looking at Mo Fan's face, Zuo Han fell into deep regret and self-blame.
The doctor was right, Mo Fan would have a hard time surviving tonight.
With Zuo Han's current ability, there is nothing he can do about such a serious trauma.
No, there is a way to do it, but...
Zuo Han glanced outside the door and gently placed his hand on Mo Fan's forehead. After a layer of white light flashed, Mo Fan slowly opened his eyes.
Mo Fan's eyes were full of surprise and he wanted to get up.
Zuo Han stopped him and took off the oxygen mask.
"Sorry, I am late."
"Teacher..." Mo Fan's voice was very weak and he asked: "Sister He Ye, she, she..."
Zuo Han's nose felt sour and he forced a smile and said: "She's fine, you protected her."
A proud smile appeared on Mo Fan's lips.
"Mo Fan, I don't want to lie to you." Zuo Han calmed down and said, "You are seriously injured and you don't have much time left."
"I should have died a long time ago. Being able to die like this is very valuable." Mo Fan's mood did not fluctuate at all, but there was a bit of regret in his eyes.
"There is a way that can keep you alive and allow you to continue to search for the value of your existence." Zuo Han understood what Mo Fan regretted and said: "It's just that, what you have to bear will be heavier than death."
Mo Fan thought about it seriously and asked: "What is it?"
"Dark baptism!" Zuo Han said faintly: "Performing dark baptism, your body will be strengthened, and you can immediately have level 1 strength, and you can survive the current crisis. But every year after that, you must break through
Once. If you fail, you will still die.
But on earth, no one can break through level 10. In other words, even if you can break through once a year, you still have a lifespan of 10 years at most."
Mo Fan's remaining eye flashed: "I do."
Mo Fan has always dreamed of having the power of Zuo Han. The opportunity is right in front of him. The mere threat of death will not put any pressure on Mo Fan at all. It doesn't matter ten years, one more day is just a gain.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." Zuo Han looked at Mo Fan and said:
"Dark baptism is a forbidden technique for dark believers. It forcibly grows your cells and strengthens your genes. Not only will you suffer pain during the baptism, but the sequelae are also very serious. You will feel pain from time to time every day. The pain is more painful than a knife or a fire.
Even more than a hundred times. Many people even committed suicide because they could not bear the torture..."
Mo Fan didn't hesitate much and said firmly: "I still want to try."
Zuo Han had already expected Mo Fan's choice, but he still sighed.
"I will temporarily make you unable to control your body. If you really can't bear it, just let me know with your eyes..." Zuo Han paused and said, "Accepting death is not a cowardly behavior."
Mo Fan understood what Zuo Han meant and paused slightly.
Zuo Han stretched out his hand and tapped Mo Fan's neck. A white light flashed, and Mo Fan instantly felt as if his body had disappeared. Except for blinking, he could no longer control any part of his body.
Zuo Han stood upright and connected the marks with his hands on his chest. A ball of light as black as ink gradually condensed and took shape in front of him.
"This is your belief, my dark holy power..." Zuo Han looked at Mo Fan complicatedly and said: "These powers were created by you. It depends on whether you can bear them again."
Zuo Han pressed down gently with both hands, and the black ball of light gradually sank into Mo Fan's chest.
There seemed to be a soft bang in the air, as if something exploded.
At the same time, Mo Fan's body was instantly shrouded in black light. His muscles seemed to come alive, trembling and squirming constantly.
Mo Fan's eyes were bloodshot, almost protruding, and the eye covered with gauze was bleeding out. Mo Fan's expression was distorted, and he was obviously in great pain. But because he couldn't control his body, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't control his body.
Or shouting, Mo Fan couldn't do it.
Zuo Han looked at Mo Fan without blinking.
The baptism of darkness only lasts three minutes, but 40% of people cannot survive it.
But Mo Fan actually held on.
As if he was worried that Zuo Han would misunderstand that he couldn't hold on, Mo Fan didn't even look at Zuo Han. He closed his eyes tightly and endured it, persisting.
The black light gradually faded, and the sheets were soaked with Mo Fan's sweat.
Mo Fan slowly opened his eyes, shining with joy and excitement.
Zuo Han breathed a sigh of relief, untied Mo Fan's central nervous system, and reminded: "Your life has been saved, but the damaged eyes cannot be repaired. Even if it is not to hide others' eyes, you have to rest for a while."
"I won't let you down." Mo Fan clenched his fists.
Feeling the power in his body, Mo Fan's heart surged.
With such power, I should be able to do more for the man in front of me. Next time, I will never hold him back.
"Level 1 strength is very ordinary. If you want to become truly strong, you still have a long way to go. Have a good rest first..." Zuo Han sighed.
Forty percent of the people died at the beginning of the baptism, but more than 50% of the people committed suicide because they could not bear the endless torture. And among the adults who persisted, most died because they could not break through the strength barrier.
The curse of dark baptism can only be broken by breaking through that realm.
On the earth imprisoned by Skynet, level 10 power is the pinnacle. In other words, Mo Fan's future path can only take ten years at most...
Looking at the excited Mo Fan, Zuo Han couldn't say anything more and was about to leave the operating room. When he turned around, he inadvertently turned his eyes to the side of the operating table.
There was a metal plate there, with a bright yellow bullet lying on it.
The medical staff must have forgotten it here carelessly.
Zuo Han's pupils shrank, he walked over and picked up the warhead, twisted it and placed it in his palm.
The life of a mere killer is not worth one of Mo Fan's eyes. What's more, the guy hidden behind the killer is still alive and well.
What is the purpose of those people, why do they come, will there be more trouble in the future...
Wait, wait, wait, Zuo Han won't even think about it.
It's boring to think about a group of dead people. It's true that you want to say goodbye to your past self, but that doesn't mean you want to be a saint.
No one can abuse the believers I protect.
No matter who you are, you are all quietly waiting for death to come.
Zuo Han's eyes became dark again.
My hair, which has begun to turn black after practicing Qigong, has a faint tendency to fade.