star hunter

For Xilin, Huo Ding specially arranged a single ward.

Not long after Xilin was sent to the first aid room on the aircraft, fierce fighting sounds and the roar of heavy weapons could be heard below. It seemed that the big black rat had gone crazy.

Judging from the distribution of firepower predicted by the sound, the black rats are not attacking in an organized manner like before, and the leader's confusion has seriously affected their actions.

"Hey, it looks like the decisive battle has begun."

A medical staff member who was treating Xilin's wounds said. Hearing from colleagues that the crisis was almost over, their tone became more relaxed.

The medical reinforcement ship has arrived at the space station outside the planet, and some emergency medicines have also been sent over. Once the solution here is almost done, it is estimated that the remaining medical staff on the ship will be sent over for rescue.

"Yes, Mr. Huo is sure of winning this one," said a medical soldier who came in to deliver medicine. Looking at Xilin lying on the bed, the medical soldier asked: "Are you also a student?"

Xilin nodded.

The medical soldier made a "stronger" gesture, "I heard from my comrades that you are all very good. However, that academy called Harder is a bit of a pity."

"Hard? What's wrong with him?" Xilin was shocked. Indeed, he had not heard any news about Hard until now.

"In the intensive care unit, I heard that I was slapped a few times to save my teammates, and I sustained some injuries in the subsequent battles. The antibody serum injected did not work, and the rat poison had seeped into my internal organs. I heard that I could not hold on for much longer.

"It's gone." The medical soldier said regretfully. He was just a trainee, only a teenager, and to them, he was just a child. To be able to bravely participate in this battle and not abandon or abandon his comrades under such circumstances is really impressive.

Extremely valuable.

Xilin stood up from the hospital bed and jumped off, "Which ward is he in?"

"The third emergency room from the right at the corner upstairs."

"Hey, the wounds on your body haven't been..."

"I can't die." Xilin ignored the medical staff beside him and walked out of the ward upstairs.

Walking upstairs, without looking at the house number, Xilin saw a few bandaged soldiers standing at the door of the room. They should be members of Hader's group. There was also a man squatting with his back against the wall, holding his head and muttering.

The person crying is Sachi.

At this moment, the door of the intensive care unit opened, and the treating doctor came out and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, "I'm sorry, but it still doesn't work. The several serums injected are useless. He is very strong and has a deep obsession, and he has been holding on until now.

It's already very good. You guys, go and see him, he... can last for five minutes at most."

Saatchi and several team members almost rushed in. Looking at Hade, whose body had begun to turn black and festering, he wiped his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked next to Hade.

Hard is now wearing an oxygen mask. It is obvious that he has difficulty breathing. His eyes are so swollen that he cannot see the original outline. Through the slightly opened eyelids, Hard can vaguely see a few people next to him. Now

Not only was his vision severely blurred, but his hearing was also greatly reduced. But he knew who these people were, and he knew who they were just by looking at the blurry figures.

Harder couldn't make a sound, so Xilin could only tell what Harder was saying by the shape of his mouth.

"I...don't...want...to die..."

"It's okay, you won't die. Didn't you say you want to be a general? When the time comes, you will go back and despise those bastards who are talking sarcastically!" Saatchi almost shouted with a trembling voice.

The tears from the corners of Hader's eyes were bloody when they fell, dripping on the white pillow. He knew very well what was waiting for him. Time was running out, but he really wanted to go back now, even to communicate with his family.

, but the distance is too far, and it is too late when the communication signal is transferred.

Looking at the look between Hard's eyes, Xilin knew that even at this time, Hard had never regretted it. He didn't want to die, but he didn't regret it.

Díaz once said: In the army and on the battlefield, the general is responsible for commanding and the soldiers are responsible for dying.

But soldiers have the glory of soldiers and their beliefs. They die without regrets.

Raising his hand, Xilin put his fingers on Hader's hand. It looked like he was giving final encouragement to his comrades, but in fact, Xilin was analyzing the toxins in Harder's body, and then synthesized specific antibodies based on these toxins, and then transferred the specific antibodies from

The secretion from the fingertips penetrates from the pores into Hard's skin and reaches all parts of Hard's body through blood circulation or other means.

Saatchi, who was trying hard to discern what Harder meant, found that Harder's eyes suddenly closed tightly and his lips stopped moving, and he burst into tears.

Xilin poked Sachi, who was immersed in grief and wiping away tears, and said, "He is just asleep. Look at the heartbeat fluctuations displayed on the instrument."

Saatchi: "..."

Well...it seems like I really fell asleep.

Five minutes later, the heartbeat fluctuations still existed.

Ten minutes later, it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

After Xilin was sure that Harder's life was safe, he patted Saatchi on the shoulder and said, "Call the therapist over. I guess Harder's vitality is so tenacious that even the God of Death will not accept him."

"Oh." Sa Qi was still in a daze and called the treating doctor over according to Xilin's words.

Looking at the amazed rescuers who were busy around him, Xilin shook his head and left. However, Xilin did not go back to the ward, but went to the temporarily established analysis room, where some researchers were busy. Some of them had escaped from the base before.

, some came with the medical ship for support later, but so far they have only analyzed more than a dozen toxin antibodies. Many soldiers who were scratched by black rats and infected with rat poison are still waiting for unknown, detoxifying antibody serum.

Xilin sighed, he really overestimated them! Now he felt as disappointed as Mo Heng looked at other researchers at Qiyao Mechanical Engineering Institute.

"Hey, who are you?"

"Leave quickly, this is not the place for you warriors!"

"It's simply undisciplined and ignorant. Don't hinder our work!"

Xilin ignored what the group said and walked straight to a molecular synthesis analyzer. He twisted the collar of the researcher sitting there and lifted it away. The man raised his eyebrows and was about to say something. Xilin didn't even look at him.

, took out a portable pistol and pointed it at the man's mouth where he was about to speak.

As soon as Xilin took out his gun, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and several people near the door ran out to call for soldiers.

Sitting down in front of the instrument, Xilin glanced at the operation panel and stopped looking at it. His eyes just stared at the screen. He retracted his gun and freed his hand. He pressed his fingers on the operation panel, but the key placement was accurate, as if he was very familiar with this.

The instrument is average.

His hand speed was getting faster and faster, and he looked extremely skilled. Not only that, the research institute in the room found that the instruments in front of him began to operate spontaneously, and the analyzed data was automatically transmitted to Xilin's instrument.

In such a short period of time, this guy actually controlled all the instruments in the analysis room!

Several research institutes began to accuse Xilin of his nonsense. But gradually, all the researchers in the analysis room fell silent.

I saw molecular formulas taking shape on the screen of Xilin's instrument, and the data explanations displayed next to the rotating molecules made everyone understand that they were not qualified to speak out now.

One, two, three... I have no idea how Xilin did it. I only saw nearly a hundred antibody molecule diagrams displayed on the screen.

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