Chapter 259, you stupid pig

Jazz shook his head and woke up quietly. If he had known it, he would not have pretended to be stupid. This dizzy person can be seen as two people. Jazz patted his head hard to wake himself up.

When he saw the black widow lying not far away, and his ghost face was covered with blood, Jazz's spirit immediately woke up, more powerful than any kind of antidote.

Jazz touched the pulse of the black widow first with a somewhat weak hand. The longer he touched, the more his eyebrows were entangled. However, when he saw that the ghost's face was still bleeding, Jazz, a well-cultivated man, scolded: "Xian, you son of a bitch! Even if you want to kill people, you still have to help the ghost stop bleeding! You stupid pig! If I wake up slowly for a while, you can wait to collect the body for the ghost!"

Wu Xian suddenly heard Jazz scolding so much, and suddenly remembered that he had not arranged someone to bandage the ghost face. Now that he heard Jazz scolded like this, he didn't care about killing anyone. These people had no antidote and would not wake up. Even if it was not too late to kill later. Now the most important thing is to check the ghost face. Besides.

"Ghost face, how's it going?" Wu Xian ran over with a sweat, and his right hand began to drip blood again.

Jaco violently tore off the ghost's clothes and help the ghost's face get shrapnel. Hearing Wu Xian ask this, he scolded without turning his face, "How dare you to say it!" Is he late? The ghost will bleed too much and die, you stupid pig! Now her blood pressure is low and she needs a blood transfusion.

However, when it came to blood transfusion, Jazz suddenly turned his head and looked at Wu Xian with red eyes and shouted, "You stupid pig! Why didn't you stop her bleeding just now? Now you want me to go there to get him a blood bag for transfusion?"

Jazz stared at Wu Xian with red eyes, like an enraged lion. He didn't want to see his teammate die in front of him, or even in his own hands.

"What kind of blood type is she?" Wu Xian ignored the Jazz's words. Now the key is to give blood transfusion to the ghost face, not to quarrel with the Jazz.

"AB negative!" Because mercenaries don't know whether they will lose too much blood when they go to the battlefield, they will engrave their blood type on military cards or stick their blood type with magic stickers on military boots so that their companions can save themselves.

"But this blood type is rare, and I don't think any of us can match it. Even if there is, where do we have time to have a blood test? The ghost face can't be consumed. In the end, Jazz grabbed his hair feebly and buried his head low, as if he could only wait for the ghost face to die.

"Who said that there is no suitable blood type?" Wu Xian suddenly said to the jazz squatting on the ground.

As soon as Jazz heard Wu Xian's words, he suddenly stood up and looked at Wu Xian with shining eyes and said, "Where is it?" Wu Xian's words are tantamount to giving Jazz a boost.

"Me!" Wu Xian pointed to himself and said that Jazz didn't say anything, but just touched Wu Xian's pulse. A minute later, Jazz said, "You can't. You also lost more blood. If you forcibly give blood transfusion to the ghost face, you will also die."

"If you hang the ghost's life in a short time, how much cc blood can be?" Wu Xian asked the Jazz the question he wanted to know most.

After calculating in his mind, Sir looked at Wu Xian and said, "If you can find the source of blood, then 200-300cc of blood should be enough to hang the ghost's face now."

"Ouch, you smoke!" Wu Xian stretched out his left arm and said to the Jazz.

"You..." Jazz still wanted to say something, but when he saw Wu Xian's firm eyes, Jazz also closed his mouth, took out a blood vessel from the first aid kit, took out two small syringes, and soon made a simple blood transfusion device.

Seeing Wu Xian nodding, Jazz put the needle of the syringe into Wu Xian's arm and said to Wu Xian, "If you feel any reaction, please tell me. Don't force it! Otherwise, I can only save one of you two.

Wu Xian nodded with a smile and said, "Now the good days have just begun. I won't die in such a hurry."

After Wu Xian said to the Jazz, he turned to the transformation warrior standing aside and said, "Find all the AB-negative blood bags in the base for me. I don't believe that this big place doesn't even have a few bags of blood.

Several transformation soldiers immediately ran to the hospital in the base when they heard Wu Xian's order, but No. 3 and No. 9 began to check the military cards hanging on their chests.

Seeing such actions as No. 3 and No. 9, Wu Xian became more confident in restoring their minds.

Through this special blood transfusion device, the ghost's face also recovered a little blood color, which made Wu Xian feel a little relieved. If the ghost face died because of his mistake, I guess he would not forgive himself in his life, but now what is flowing in the ghost's face body is his own blood, and Wu Xian also feels that the world It's impermanent!

"I found it! I found it!" Jazz held several bags of plasma in his hand and shouted and ran over. I don't know how many people stepped on the way.

A smile appeared on Wu Xian's pale face and slightly licked his wet snow-white lips with his tongue. His eyes were a little heavy, but at this moment, his eyes were shining.

When Sir saw Wu Xian's ghost appearance, he immediately knew what happened to Wu Xian and quickly pulled out the needle on Wu Xian's arm and put Wu Xian in a flat place. He said angrily, "Didn't you pull out the needle if you felt uncomfortable? You think my words are deafening! If I look for plasma for a long time, who will you want me to save?

Wu Xian felt so relaxed at this moment and said with a smile, "If that really happens, you can save the ghost first!" Ladies first!"

When he heard that Wu Xian could still make fun of himself, Jazz was also slightly relieved. This group of people was really not reassuring. Drink some water! There is dark chocolate here, and you should eat it quickly. If this is still the case, I have to go to the plasma bank again.

Wu Xian took a sip of water and felt better. He smiled and said, "I'm Xiaoqiang. I won't be so fragile."

The Jazz ignored the half-dead Wu Xian and focused on treating the wound on the ghost's face. Half an hour later, Jazz shook the sweat on his head. For the ghost face, Jazz had taken out all the shrapnel that could be taken out and stopped the bleeding. However, there are several places that can't be done here. The Jazz also helped the ghost face stop bleeding first. Now for the ghost face, life is saved.

"How's the ghost face?" Jazz suddenly found a black man standing next to him and was shocked. When he was about to end the man's life with the scalpel in his hand, he felt that the voice was Wu Xian. Looking up, Jazz was so scared that he almost sat on the ground.

Wu Xian's whole body is full of blood flail, and many places may have fallen off, causing unevenness, the same as the skin of a lizard, but it is dark red.

"You." Jazz pointed to Wu Xian. When Wu Xian saw Jazz pointing at him, he looked down and cursed, "I'll do it!"

It turned out that the blood transfusion on the ghost face just now made him a little weak, so he rested for half an hour, and the blood on his body was also steamed dry by his body temperature, leaving layers of blood shackles. Now Wu Xian dares not compliment this image.

As soon as he touched his hair, Wu Xian burst into tears. He is better than any hair oil! It's the hedgehog's head. I'll fuck him!

It was not until now that Jazz's spirit relaxed, and his nose was full of blood. Jazz frowned slightly and asked, "How many people did you kill?"

"It seems to be more than 500!" Wu Xian thought for a moment and said, "I don't know the exact number. It seems that more than 20 teams have been killed!"

The Jazz swallowed his saliva with difficulty and stood up. A strong smell of blood crashed into the Jazz's nose, making the battlefield veteran feel like vomiting. Looking around, Jazz looked at Wu Xian and didn't know what it meant in his eyes.

Anyway, after looking at the situation, Jazz walked aside and vomited loudly. Like a rookie who has just entered the battlefield.

Wu Xian saw Jazz like this and looked around. Did he think that it was necessary?

Now that he is well, Wu Xian also moved his feet and said to Jazz, "Take care of them, and I will take people to solve other goals."

When Jazz heard Wu Xian's words, his abdomen rolled violently, spit out a few times, and said, "Carry me in." Jazz really can't stand Wu Xian's fierce style.

Wu Xian had no choice but to call two transformation soldiers to help the Jazz carry the black widow and ghost face into the room, and he re-selected two newly-rise transformation soldiers to continue to slaughter all the evil people.