Doomsday Super Farm

At 7:20 in the evening, it was already dark. A trailer transporting the remains of a helicopter drove into the Western Xinjiang Military Region. After parking the trailer in the parking lot, two figures, one large and one small, walked towards the military hospital under the cover of darkness.

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In front of the hospital building, a large number of soldiers from the melee regiment were sitting on the steps anxiously. Some were walking around, some were trembling and smoking, and everyone was worried about the life and death of their comrades.

The melee group suffered heavy injuries this time, and more than 20 seriously injured people, including Yuan Wen, were being rescued.

As the leader of the melee group, Wang Caijun is now extremely scared to see the doctors in the emergency room walking out and standing in front of him, because every time the doctors come to him, they tell him the same thing.

"I'm sorry, we tried our best!"

Wang Caijun has heard this sentence more than a dozen times this afternoon. Every time he hears this sentence, he feels like he has been stabbed hard.

He is a staunch atheist, but at this time, he kept praying to the gods so that his soldiers could survive!

But things always go against expectations, and this time the storm is even more intense and violent.

Ten minutes later, the person in charge of the hospital came out and stood in Wang Caijun's ear and said a few words. Wang Caijun's face instantly turned pale, and he stuttered and asked: "Twenty-three people, all... none of them...

Already?"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... We failed to save their lives..." The person in charge of the hospital lowered his head deeply.

Wang Caijun felt like the world was spinning. He held on to the wall to steady himself.

So far, almost all of the more than 30 seriously injured members of the melee group have died due to ineffective rescue efforts.

As for why the word "almost" is used, it is because there is still one person alive. Although Yuan Wen's vitality is constantly declining, she is still not dead.

"That little girl is really tenacious... We don't know what kept her holding on for so long. Logically speaking, if such a big explosion happened, she should have died on the spot in the fire. It's amazing that she can hold on until now.

But..." The person in charge paused, took off his glasses and said sadly: "She is hopeless. Keeping her going will only increase her pain. Our suggestion is... let her go as soon as possible."

Wang Caijun felt that his chest was very tight, and a nauseating feeling came up. He gasped violently, was silent for a long time, waved his hand and said, "Just do it your way."

The person in charge nodded, turned around and walked into the hall, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Wang Caijun turned and walked out of the hall, shouting to the soldiers guarding the door of the hospital: "Everyone, go back and have a rest. I'll be here by myself. Let's go! Let's all go!"

The soldiers looked at Wang Caijun, and someone said: "Captain! We are not tired, we will wait here for them to come out alive!"

Wang Caijun suddenly became furious like a tiger. He took off his hat and threw it on the ground. He pointed at the soldiers in front with wide eyes and shouted: "You didn't hear me when I asked you to go back? Get out! Get out of here!"

Get away!"

The soldiers looked at each other. They were all frightened by Wang Caijun, but they did not dare to disobey his order, so they all left dejectedly.

When the last soldier left his sight, Wang Caijun slumped down on the ground, covering his face with his hat, his shoulders trembling and shaking, whimpering and muttering: "Fuck, why... why can't I be saved?

What? How could it be that... there was no way to save it? If only I had been on the general plane at that time, if only I had been...!"

Wang Caijun was extremely regretful. He could do nothing about this situation. He kept blaming himself. If he had been on the general plane at that time, even if he could not reverse the outcome, at least he would have fought for his comrades instead of watching each one like now.

When his subordinate passed away, he could only sit on the cold steps and cry bitterly.

The searchlight in the distance suddenly burst into a ball of electric light, and the entire hospital went dark instantly.

If it were normal, Wang Caijun would immediately send someone to inspect and repair it, but he is in no mood to take care of these messes now.

What he didn't notice was that when the searchlight light suddenly dimmed, two figures not far away entered the hospital building from the safe passage like ghosts...

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In the ICU ward, doctors were removing the infusion tube and breathing tube from Yuan Wen. As they moved, Yuan Wen's already weak vital signs showed a downward trend again.

"She is only in her twenties, right? What a beautiful age, what a pity..." An attending doctor looked at Yuan Wen, his voice full of regret: "She is about the same age as my daughter, I... I am really a little bit

I can’t bear it!”

A higher-ranking director came over, placed a syringe filled with white liquid in the hands of the attending doctor, and said, "She is so unlucky."

"Luck?" The attending doctor's voice sounded a little confused.

"She had a chance to survive, but..." the director sighed: "Forget it, I'd better not say anything, I'm angry!"

The director didn't speak, but the attending doctor was so anxious that he kept asking the director what happened.

"I'm just telling you, you must not spread the word. Once this matter is leaked, it will have a huge negative impact on Xijiang Capital!" The director looked at the closed door of the ward and lowered his voice and said: "Kehan

Commander Phils from China was also rescued here. He was more seriously injured than this little girl. I participated in his rescue, but there was no chance of him surviving... But two hours ago, someone from the military headquarters came to the rescue.

Something was taken from the little girl's personal belongings, and then that item was taken to the emergency room, and Phils miraculously got better."

"And what is left for this little girl..." The director pointed to the syringe in the doctor's hand: "It is this euthanasia drug."

After the director finished speaking, the ward fell into dead silence, with an angry expression on the doctor's face.

"We have no right to change what has been decided above... just execute it!" the director shook his head and urged.

The doctor let out a sigh of relief. He was just a doctor and the matter was a foregone conclusion. What could he change?

He raised the syringe, gritted his teeth, and inserted it into Yuan Wen's neck vein.

At this moment, the door of the emergency room made a loud clicking sound. The door with three layers of anti-intrusion began to deform violently and was violently broken open from the outside!

The director and the doctor were stunned.

A hand reached through the gap in the ward door!

The one who broke open the door to the ward was actually a pair of hands! A pair of hands made of flesh and blood!

boom!

The director and the doctor felt that their breathing began to quicken. As the door to the ward slowly opened, two figures, one large and one small, stood there.

A young man strode over, grabbed the syringe that was about to be inserted into Yuan Wen's neck from the doctor's hand, and squeezed it open.

Those highly toxic liquids were flowing in the palm of his hand. He leaned down and looked at Yuan Wen in the sterile cabin, with an expression on his face that looked like crying but not crying, or smiling but not smiling.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?"

The young man spoke softly, with a soft voice: "Don't be afraid... I am Li Tianran, I'm here."