Final fight

On the outskirts of the Chinese capital, there is the strongest support fortress for the senior leaders and soldiers of the Chinese Dynasty, which is also where the headquarters building base of the Central Special Operations Bureau is located.

After decades of development, this base has not only towering high-rise buildings, but also the underground has been expanded into ultra-modern facilities.

After the zombie virus broke out, this strong fortress became a refuge for all the important officials of the Chinese dynasty.

Although the situation is complex and chaotic, it does not affect the work of all departments and agencies in the original Central Special Operations Bureau.

At this time, in the IT Information Department office of the Central Special Operations Bureau.

There are more than a dozen computer screens hanging on the wall, and the screens are constantly displaying the intelligence collected by all intelligence analysts.

"Minister!" an intelligence analyst shouted to a man who was staring at a dozen computer screens, "the Operations Department has sent a request asking you to send the S.A.R system search results to the top combat advisor."

"It's so annoying! Why bother?" The man was very impatient.

Other intelligence analysts knew that Minister Zhou had not had a good sleep for several days and nights, so they naturally understood that he was impetuous.

But even though he said this, his fingers were not slow at all when typing on the keyboard.

Director Zhao, who was in the director's office, also received the situation report at this time. After looking at the computer screen, he opened the intercom phone and called his assistant.

"Notify the highest-level consultants that I have an emergency meeting." Director Zhao's voice was as calm as ever.

"Do the combat armed advisers who are on the front line also need to be notified?" the assistant asked.

"That's right, all members must be able to connect to communications."

Stinger, who was temporarily stationed in the central region, soon received a communication request from the headquarters. He originally didn't want to pay attention to it, but after seeing that the communication band level was an emergency priority with the letter A, he had to accept it reluctantly.

Among this group of combatants, Stinger had the highest military rank and authority. When others saw that he had emergency communications, they naturally did not dare to disturb him.

At this time, Lu Yiting began to vomit a lot of blood again. The medical team tried many methods but could not stop him from vomiting blood.

, If he continues like this, he will soon lose too much blood and go into shock!" One of the doctors said to Ye Yang and the others, "We must give him a blood transfusion!"

"No blood transfusion!" Cheng Jie immediately objected, "The blood cells in his body are rejecting the virus. If a blood transfusion is carried out rashly, it is likely to cause severe rejection."

The consequences of severe rejection are well known to everyone present, which is a dead end.

"Without blood transfusion, it is still a dead end." The doctor tried to persuade them, "With blood transfusion, at least there is a chance of survival."

"Yangyang, what do you think?" Chengjie turned to look at Ye Yang beside him.

Ye Yang's face was full of embarrassment. He knew that Lu Yiting was vomiting blood more violently this time, which was indeed a different degree from the previous infection.

Whether he died from excessive blood vomiting or from severe rejection, this was a very cruel consequence for Ye Yang.

At this time, Lu Yiting walked out of the tent and said to several of them: "I am willing to accept a blood transfusion..."

Ye Yang turned around and saw the pale Lu Yiting, and asked sadly: "Have you made your decision?"

Although Lu Yiting looked unhappy, his eyes were still firm: "Well, it's decided... It's not my style to sit and wait for death..."

He knew that his vomiting of blood this time was serious. With this amount of blood loss, he might be dead in a short time.

Rather than die like this, he might as well try his best again and see if a blood transfusion can save his life.

Ye Yang saw the determination in Lu Yiting's eyes, and then nodded: "I understand, and I respect your choice."

After getting the client's consent, the doctor immediately said: "Since I have decided to have a blood transfusion, I will arrange it as soon as possible and cannot delay it any longer."

"You can make arrangements. I can receive a blood transfusion at any time." Lu Yiting said calmly.

"He is indeed a tough guy!" the doctor said sincerely. Severe rejection of a virus carrier is a very painful way to die, several times more painful than death from excessive blood loss.

Chengjie patted Lu Yiting on the shoulder: "Are you really going to take risks?"

Lu Yiting nodded: "I don't want to wait to die."

Chengjie seemed to understand Lu Yiting's thoughts, and nodded: "Good job." He thought Lu Yiting had suffered enough from the virus, but he didn't expect that he would become more courageous as he fought.

For ordinary people, if they encounter such pain as Lu Yiting, they may just want to die to seek relief.

But Lu Yiting didn't see any giving up in his eyes. He still wanted to live because he knew that if he gave up, the person who would suffer the most would be Ye Yang.

Ye Yang also understood very well that Lu Yiting was willing to take risks and choose methods that might make him more painful. That was because Lu Yiting wanted to find a chance of survival in this pain.

Lu Yiting saw the complicated expression on Ye Yang's face, then leaned into Ye Yang's left ear and whispered: "I will survive."

Ye Yang heard this sentence clearly and was suddenly moved in his heart.

Although it was just a simple sentence, it contained Lu Yiting's commitment to him and his strong will to survive.

"Well, I believe you." Ye Yang nodded and affirmed. Apart from believing in the vitality of his foodie, he didn't know what to do.

"Don't show affection casually in broad daylight!" A stinging voice suddenly came from the other side.

Then he walked over and saw that each of them looked serious, and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

"Have you finished your emergency meeting?" Lu Yiting changed the subject.

"Isn't it the fault of Director Zhao of your family?" Stinger snorted, "Little friend Lu Yiting, you don't look good, are you okay?"

Lu Yiting responded: "It's okay."

"He has decided to have a blood transfusion." Ye Yang from the side interrupted, "He lost too much blood."

When Stinger heard Ye Yang's words, his face suddenly darkened: "You are the one who makes your own decisions? Just forget it if you don't tell us uncles about this. You can't ignore it, Director Zhao, right?"

"He already has enough things to deal with, there is no need to worry about my things anymore." Lu Yiting had his own way of saying it.

"I always feel that your Director Zhao will say that I taught you bad things." Stinger curled his lips, because he is a human being who often makes decisions.

"You are really self-aware." Lu Yiting said the truth unceremoniously.

Stinger: "..."

Lu Yiting's expression suddenly tightened after he had just finished saying this, and then an uncontrollable smell of blood surged up in his throat.

Stinger saw Lu Yiting vomiting blood with his own eyes, and immediately understood that without blood transfusion, he would definitely die of excessive blood loss.

"Those damn terrorists, how dare you inject this virus directly into the human body!" Stinger couldn't help clenching his fists, his whole body filled with murderous aura.

————It has been quite busy during the day in recent days, so the update time cannot be determined in what time period.

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