Chapter 43: Too overestimating them

For Xilin, Huo Jin specially arranged a single room ward.
Not long after Xilin was sent to the ambulance on the aircraft, there was a fierce slamming sound and a loud bang. It seems that the mouse is already mad.
Judging from the fact that the sound is speculative, the black rats are not as organized as they used to be, and the confusion of the head has seriously affected their actions.
"Oh, it seems that the battle has begun."
Said a medical staff who is treating wounds in Xilin. Listening to colleagues said that the crisis is coming to an end and their tone is easier.
The medical reinforcement ship has arrived at the space station outside the planet, and some urgent drugs have also been sent over. When the solution is almost here, it is estimated that the remaining medical staff on the ship will be sent to help.
"Yeah, Huo Deer is holding this victory," said a medical soldier who sent the medicine. Looking at Xilin lying in bed, the medical guard asked: "Are you also a student?"
Xilin nodded.
The medics were more than a "strong" gesture. "I heard from my comrades, you are very good. However, the college called Hard is a pity."
"Hard? What happened to him?" Xilin was shocked. Indeed, he has not heard about Harde until now.
"In the intensive care unit, I heard that I was trying to save my teammates and licked a few paws. In the back of the battle, I suffered some injuries. The injected antibody serum did not work. The rat poison has penetrated into the internal organs. I heard that it has not been able to last for a long time. "The medical guard said with regret. It was only a student, only a teenager. For them, it was just a child. It was a brave opportunity to participate in this battle. Under such circumstances, it would be very valuable to not abandon and not give up his comrades.
Xilin got up from the hospital bed and jumped, "Which ward is he?"
"The third emergency room on the right side of the corner."
"Hey, the wound on your body is not..."
"Can't die." Xilin did not pay attention to the several medical staff next to him, went out to the ward and went upstairs.
Going upstairs, without looking at the house number, Xilin saw several soldiers with bandages standing at the door of the room. They should be members of Had’s group, and one with his back against the wall, holding his head and mute. The crying person, that is Saatchi.
At this moment, the door of the intensive care unit opened, and the treating doctor came out and exhausted his eyebrows. "Sorry, it still doesn't work. The serums injected are useless. He is very strong and has a deep obsession. He has been up till now. Already very good. You, go see him, he... at most, he can still hold for five minutes."
Saatchi and several team members almost rushed in, watching Harder, who had already begun to black and fester, rubbing his eyes, taking a deep breath and walking to the side of Kazakhstan.
Harder is now wearing an oxygen mask. Obviously, he has difficulty breathing. The eyes are swollen and the original outline is not visible. From the slightly open eyelid gap, Had's blur can see a few people next to him. Now, not only is the vision blurred, but the hearing is also reduced. But he knows who these people are, and he knows who it is when he looks at the blurred figure.
Harder couldn't make a sound, and Xilin could only know what Had was saying by his mouth.
"I...no...think...dead..."
"Nothing, you won't die, not to say that you want to be a general. When you go back, you will sneak out the group of squabs who say cool words!" Saatchi wore a vibrato, almost screaming.
The tears of Harder’s eyes fell with blood and dripped on the white pillow. He knew very well what he was waiting for, and he didn't have much time. However, he now wants to go back, even if he communicates with his family, but it is too far apart and the communication signal is too late.
Looking at the eyes between Harder's eyes, Xilin knew that even at this time, Had did not regret it, he did not want to die, but he did not regret it.
Dias once said: In the army, on the battlefield, the general is responsible for the command, and the soldiers are responsible for the death.
But the soldiers have the glory of the soldiers and have their beliefs. Dead without regrets.
Raising his hand, Xilin put his finger on Had's hand and it seems to be the last encouragement to his comrades, but in fact, Xilin is analyzing the toxins in Hud's body, and then synthesizing specific antibodies based on these toxins, from specific antibodies. Secretion of fingertips, infiltrating into the skin of Harder from the pores, through blood circulation or other means to all parts of Harder's body.
Originally trying to distinguish the Saatchi that Harder wanted to express, he found that Had suddenly closed his eyes, his lips were no longer moving, and his tears were straight.
Xilin poked his hand in a sorrowful sorrow and sorrowful Saatchi: "He just fell asleep, look at the heartbeat fluctuations shown on the instrument."
Saatchi: "..."
Ok... it seems to be really asleep.
After five minutes, heartbeat fluctuations still exist.
After ten minutes, it seems to be getting stronger and stronger.
After Xilin confirmed that Hud had no worries, he took a shot of Saatchi’s shoulder. "Call the treating doctor. It is estimated that Harder’s life is too tenacious and the of death does not accept him."
"Oh." Saatchie was a little embarrassed, calling the therapist in accordance with Xilin's words.
Looking at the ambulancemen who were so busy, Xilin shook his head and left. However, Xilin did not return to the ward, but went to the temporary analysis room, where some researchers are busy. Some of them were previously escaped from the base, and some were later supported by medical ships, but now they have only analyzed more than a dozen toxin antibodies, and many soldiers who have been scratched by black rats are still waiting for the unknown. Detoxified antibody serum.
Xilin sighed, it is too overestimating them! He now has a kind of disappointment about the other researchers at the Seven Yao Mechanical Engineering Institute.
"Hey, who are you?"
"Hurry and leave, this is not the place where your soldiers come!"
"It’s just that there is no discipline, I don’t know what to do, don’t hinder us from working!

This group of people said that Xilin did not pay attention to it. He walked straight along with a molecular synthesis analyzer, and the researcher sitting there screwed the collar and lifted it. The man raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Xilin didn’t look at him. Pull out a portable pistol and grab the mouth that the person is waiting to talk to.
When I saw the guns of Xilin, the surrounding area suddenly calmed down, and several people at the door ran out to call the soldiers.
Sitting in front of the instrument, Xilin scanned the case on the operation panel and then stopped looking at it. His eyes just stared at the screen, the gun was taken out, the finger was pressed on the operation panel, and the button was dropped accurately, just like being familiar with it. The instrument is general.
The hand speed is getting faster and faster, and it looks very skilled. Not only that, the indoor research institute found that the instruments in front of them started to run spontaneously, and the analyzed data was automatically transmitted to the Xilin instrument.
In such a short period of time, this guy actually controlled all the instruments in the analysis room!
Several research institutes have begun to accuse Xilin of the hustle and bustle. But gradually, the researchers in the analysis room were all snoring.
I saw that the molecular formulas on the screen of Xilin’s instrument were forming, and the data displayed alongside the rotating molecules had already made everyone understand that they are not qualified to speak now.
One, two, three... I don’t know exactly how Xilin did it. I only saw nearly a hundred antibody molecules on the screen.

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