Chapter 650: Rooftop

　　 "Don't die! Hold on!"
　　 Cheng Yanqiu snarled at No. 147, unscrewing a bottle of medical alcohol, and poured it on his wound.
　　 It seemed that the wound was burning with alcohol, and the unconscious number 147 let out a painful grunt.
"Hold it, bite your teeth and pass--" No matter whether No. 147 can hear or not, Cheng Yanqiu said, while pouring the remaining medical alcohol on the saber, and then pinched the wound of No. 147 to necrosis with his nails. His skin and flesh began to be cut.
　　 As the necrotic part was cut off, red blood poured out again. Cheng Yanqiu quickly took the hemostatic cotton prepared on the side and stuffed it into the wound, and then wrapped the wound with a bandage.
　　 There were as many as a dozen wounds on No. 147. Cheng Yanqiu picked only a few of the most serious wounds to deal with, and then carried him to a hospital bed parked in the corridor.
"Glucose and plasma are also needed..." Cheng Yanqiu muttered to himself. No. 147 lost a lot of blood. If he doesn't receive a blood transfusion, it will still be difficult for him to survive. The only good thing is that this guy is not a rare blood type. But the common type B blood.
　　 It is a pity that Cheng Yanqiu himself has type A blood, otherwise he could directly perform one-to-one blood transfusion to rescue No. 147.
　　 "Blood bank...Where is the blood bank in this hospital?" Cheng Yanqiu hurriedly ran to the entrance of the building, where there was a detailed structure map of the entire building.
　　 "The basement floor... the left... the fourth warehouse..."
After remembering the location of the blood bank, Cheng Yanqiu pushed the No. 147 hospital bed into the pharmacy, and locked the door of the pharmacy with the chain buckle used before. To prevent theft, the door of the pharmacy was made of all metal , This is also the only iron door on the first floor of the entire hospital building. If a mutant creature enters the hospital, this is the safest place on the first floor.
　　 After placing No. 147, Cheng Yanqiu ran to the basement of the hospital.
　　 The elevator in the hospital had been out of service long ago, and the door of the stairwell was locked by the iron chain of the thickness of a finger. Cheng Yanqiu could only use the of the gun to smash down the entire door handle entangled with the iron chain.
Pushing open the door of the basement, there was a strange smell in the corridor. Cheng Yanqiu looked at it and saw a lot of corpses sitting on both sides of the corridor. Some of these corpses were wearing military uniforms, and some were wearing hospital uniforms. Some corpses appear to be civilians.
　　 "Is this the person who was left before it was too late to evacuate?"
　　Although he had some doubts in his mind, Cheng Yanqiu had no time to take care of the corpses at the moment, and hurriedly ran to the door of the fourth room on the left.
　　 However, when he saw the vacant door of the blood bank, Cheng Yanqiu's heart was cold--
He forgot one thing. The entire Leshan People’s Hospital had been powered off a few years ago. The reason why the electric retractable door can be activated is because the retractable door is powered by an independent battery, and the blood bank is different. Now, if you want to preserve the plasma and the separated red blood cells, you must always maintain a low temperature of tens of degrees below zero, which consumes a lot of electricity...
　　 The cold storage for storing blood has long ceased operation, and the plasma stored in it has deteriorated and was scrapped.
　　 "Uh!"
　　 Cheng Yanqiu hammered the wall with some anger, and a fist mark half a centimeter deep immediately appeared on the dusty wall.
　　 If there is no blood, he cannot give blood to No. 147, so whether he can survive it depends on his own luck.
Although No. 147 is an evolutionary, his evolutionary direction is not in terms of physical ability. Not only does he lack life-saving capabilities such as accelerated healing and recovery from injuries, but even in terms of basic attributes such as strength and agility, he is better than ordinary soldiers. It's just a little stronger.
　　 This punch made Cheng Yanqiu's head slowly calm down. He leaned on the wall and gasped for breath while thinking about the next countermeasure.
At this time, there must have been a large number of mutant creatures gathered outside the hospital, and the ghost face, let alone where they are now, even if they are dead or alive, Cheng Yanqiu can't even know that No. 147 is seriously injured and dying... That is to say, The only thing he can count on now is himself.
　　 "You have to persist until dawn...it's dawn, the number of mutant creatures wandering in the city will decrease a lot, and I will be thinking of a way to leave here."
　　 Cheng Yanqiu returned to the first floor and began to check the remaining equipment.
Counting the number 147, there are two large-caliber assault rifles left, and the corresponding bullets have three and a half magazines, less than 100 rounds, two Saug P226 pistols, one 92 pistol, and nine 55 rounds of millimeter pistol ammunition, one broadsword mine, one targeted blasting round, and 150 grams of plastic explosive.
　　 Use this thing to hold on till dawn, to be honest, Cheng Yanqiu's heart is also very hanging.
　　 Carrying the No. 147 assault rifle on his back, Cheng Yanqiu carried his assault rifle and walked to the second floor. However, when he looked out the window, he was completely stunned.
Those mutant creatures that were chasing him and No. 147 have completely disappeared at this moment, but instead, there are corpses that have been digested and...a piece covering almost half a block. Of huge flesh!
　　This layer of fleshy membrane Cheng Yanqiu is really too familiar~EbookFREE.me~ He also clearly knows the function of this thing-producing a lot of flesh and blood puppets!
　　 At the beginning of the underground mall, he and Qi Lin were once forced to a very embarrassing situation by the endless flesh and blood puppets, and now, the area of ​​this fleshy membrane far exceeds the one in the ground mall!
Not only that, the sarcoid is still spreading towards the hospital at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. At this moment, the sarcocarpa has passed the electric retractable door and came to the flowerbed, and the nurse zombie who was killed by Cheng Yanqiu smoothly It was already wrapped in the fleshy membrane, and with a disgusting peristalsis, the body of the zombie quickly turned into the fleshy nourishment...
　　 "Why... it! This city... This city is probably already under the control of the mastermind!" Cheng Yanqiu took a last look at the fleshy membrane that was spreading toward the building, and turned and ran to the first floor.
No. 147 must be transferred immediately. If he continues to be left on the first floor, he will soon become the nourishment of the flesh membrane like the mutant creatures and the zombie-just an iron door is absolutely unstoppable That kind of thing.
　　 Cheng Yanqiu pushed the bed up to the stairs, picked up No. 147 and rushed to the rooftop on the seventh floor of the hospital.
　　 There is a circular helipad on the roof, but unfortunately, there is no helicopter parked on the apron. ...
　　
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