Chapter 47 How to look like a mother

Teng Qing blew out the candlelight. At this time, she, who cared about her brother, was completely confused. Even angry, she rushed to the broken glass pouring into the cold wind outside and let out a sad cry.

"You... why did you kill people? When is it? There are still a few living people! You...how can you do it?"

The sad voice is like a fierce ghost in the cold wind. The desolate voice rushed into his ear. Zhao Yongzhu gritted his teeth and told himself so.

"I... What can I do? If I don't kill you, my family will die!"

The sound also aroused the cheers of Lin Zheng and his men. At least they have successfully warned the people outside. This building is their territory. Don't come and share their things and take control of them.

Guo Zhenbei pulled the drowsy Teng Lang because of his injury. Whether he or Teng Lang is realistically, he is still a new recruit. Son. Even if one has been trained by the modern army, the other has been "indoctrinated" with the training of the most elite army. But this is not much help to them at this moment.

Whether it is the injured person or the person who was shot for the first time. Too much adrenaline makes people feel seriously nauseous. When you leave the other party's range and come to a safe house, your body is hot and soft.

" bandages, alcohol!"

Guo Zhenbei gasped and sat on the ground, reaching out and dragging off the cumbersome helmet. At this time, Teng Qing, who was in a panic, only knew how to shake her brother and cry in a low voice.

"Teng Lang, Teng Lang, how are you? Don't scare me...!"

"Please, don't shout! First, close the curtains, then light the candles, and then go to the medicine box, which is the medical box in the rescue box!"

Guo Zhenbei held a grudge against Teng Qing's collision just now. When he spoke, he was very resentful. At this moment, Teng Qing is no longer so fierce because she cares about her brother. He hurriedly lay half-lying on the ground, carefully closed the curtains first, then lit the lights again, and brought a medical box in a rescue box.

It is said to be a medicine box, but it is actually a plastic box with a double buckle. There are several antibiotics, syringes, bandages, Yunnan white medicine spray, and hydrogen peroxide spray and other common and first-aid drugs.

When Teng Qing came to Guo Zhenbei again with the box in his arms, Guo Zhenbei had untied Teng Lang's clothes. There is a short crossbow in his arm, and there is also a wound on his back. Fortunately, he wears motorcycle leather clothes and the special armor for motorcyclists. There is only one wound on the back, but the depth of the crossbow on the arm is deeper.

"This arrow has a barb. Fortunately, it didn't hurt the blood vessels, but it has to be made with a scalpel!"

Teng Qing looked at the wound and her eyes were straight. The three-edging arrow tip penetrated deeply into the strong muscles of Teng Lang's arm. She was shocked when she heard that Guo Zhenbei was going to have an operation on her brother. If you don't believe it, look at him. This guy doesn't look like a doctor!

It's not easy to open an arrow. It's not good to hurt the big blood vessels, and it's too late to save it. It's not the work that ordinary people should do at all. However, now Guo Zhenbei is no longer a simple repairman. At least suddenly, he knows exactly what to do.

He hurriedly disinfected his hands with hydrogen peroxide. Guo Zhenbei, who reached out and picked up the scalpel, didn't even tremble his fingers. The first aid on the battlefield was not slod. The scalpel opened the skin and flesh near the wound and made as subtle an incision as possible along the edge of the crossbow.

Blood suddenly flowed out like a small fountain. Looking at the bright red blood that seemed to have heat, Teng Qing's legs knelt softly beside his brother, and he didn't even care to absorb the blood with a piece of yarn. The blood gushed out suddenly blurred the wound.

"Buck the blood away!"

It was not until she heard Guo Zhenbei's low roar that Teng Qing came to her senses. The outstretched electroplating camera was sandwiched with a gauze block, and his hands trembled as if they were convulsating. Guo Zhenbei shouted in a low voice, like a cold-blooded veteran on the battlefield.

"Deep a deep breath and suck the blood away!"

Teng Qing couldn't help admiring Guo Zhenbei's calmness. In her heart, she thought that Guo Zhenbei must have had some extraordinary experience. Or like his brother Teng Lang, he is a well-trained soldier. Such people always feel comforting in such a biochemical end.

As she sucked away the blood with the gauze, the wound became clear again. Guo Zhenbei quickly cut off the other two wounds on Teng Lang's arm, which lifted the obstacle of pulling out the crossbow.

"Prepare hydrogen peroxide spray, as well as gauze and bandages. I pulled out the arrow, and you come to stop the bleeding and spray the medicine. I'm afraid your brother will have to sew a few stitches!"

The big triangular wound keeps bleeding. At this time, Guo Zhenbei had no doubt that Yang Yanzi must have done something to her head. Otherwise, how do you know this almost professional knowledge?

In fact, dealing with simple wounds is just a part of the survival training of special forces, and there is nothing magical about it. But it appeared on a person who was a mechew yesterday, which is so magical that it can't be more magical.

Under the swaying candlelight, he watched the crossbow leave his brother's arm, and the camera in Guo Zhenbei's hand holding the curved needle and pulling the triangular wound with the mouth together. At this time, Teng Qing had recovered from the initial surprise.

In my heart, I no longer hate Guo Zhenbei, who has just taken advantage of himself. On the contrary, when I look at him, I have a strange look. At this biochemical apocalypse, what can be compared with a warrior beside you and a capable warrior!

When Guo Zhenbei completed this complicated and difficult thing in the eyes of ordinary people, he was also sweating when he did this kind of thing for the first time. At this time, Teng Lang was already confused by the injury and the problem of head rushing down. When the needle passed through his skin and muscles, his body trembled and woke up from a coma.

"Xiao Lang, don't move! This...this...he's sewing for you!"

At this time, Teng Qing, who had gradually become calm, saw her brother wake up and quickly reached out to hold his brother. Guo Zhenbei in the stitch secretly envied Teng Lang and could stay with his woman at this time.

"This one named Xiaoqing... is also good-looking. At this time, I'm afraid it's not easy to find such a beautiful woman!"

Teng Qing carefully waited on Teng Lang, wiping away the sweat caused by Guo Zhenbei's drawing line from time to time. The hand on his brother's arm felt the trembling of his body and couldn't help complaining about him.

"Look at you, Teng Lang, if you listen to me, how can there be such a problem!"

Such old-fashioned words caused Guo Zhenbei's attention. He glanced at Teng Qing, but he was no longer envious of Teng Lang's "Yanfu" in his heart.

"This woman is young. How can she be a mother? If she is such a woman, she still doesn't want it!"

Guo Zhenbei, who is full of fantasy about marriage, doesn't want to find a mother for himself.

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