The Game of Demon Hunter

This kind of brutal butcher-style operation made all the aborigine soldiers on the city wall shrunk their heads and prayed to their ancestors to protect themselves from injuries in the future, otherwise they might as well die cleanly.

Even Li Huamei felt that she couldn't stand it any longer. She poked the ranger Ji Wanbing beside her: "We also have a few doctors in Wangxiangcheng, do you want to rescue them again?"

"It's okay, our head is so easy to die, it's just that the bone is stuck in the lung, and it won't be able to heal for a while." Li Yanlong leaned over with a mean face.

As a former playboy, when facing beautiful women, it is his instinct to be familiar. If the knight Bart is not nearby, he can be more active.

This is also true for Xu Yichen, if he is left alone, such an injury may really kill him.

Long-term lack of oxygen will eventually lead to brain death, and the talent of [Regeneration] cannot make his bones reset to the position before the fracture.

But it would be much easier if someone could help me.

Li Bingheng's ribs have begun to heal themselves after being reset. Although the speed cannot be seen by the naked eye, as an experienced military doctor, he still observed the growth of a transparent film at the fracture.

There is no need for a sterile operating room, no cleaning of medical instruments, no need to consider infection issues, no need to use additional drugs, and no need for sutures!

The strange abilities displayed by the witcher made Li Bingheng doubt himself constantly during the operation. He felt that he was useless as a full-time field medical doctor in the game.

Li Huamei and her small team watched a thoracotomy on the spot. Although in this world of magic and supernatural power, this is not a medical miracle, it is definitely a feast.

It's just that the wounded is a bit strange, because Xu Yichen is holding the "Fraudster" with his good hand and looking at it carefully, as if he was not the one who was disemboweled and picked up the bones.

"I think the painting style of the head is getting more and more strange, and it is becoming less and less human every day." Li Yanlong didn't say this in the end, but said euphemistically: "Guan Guan scraped his bones. To heal the wounds, there is a political commissar open and watch!"

The witcher really didn't feel anything strange. He didn't know if it was because the grass potion induced his body to mutate, or because he was numb after being injured more times. He became less and less sensitive to pain.

It's not because of the loss of pain-sensing nerves, Xu Yichen can feel pain, there is nothing wrong with his perception, on the contrary, he is much more sensitive than before.

However, his perception of pain in his brain is becoming more and more numb, and his upper limit of pain perception is constantly increasing.

Although Xu Yichen has complete perception of the burn that can kill ordinary people, it cannot shake his reason.

That feeling is like a mortal putting his finger into hot water above 70 degrees. Although the burn will make people feel miserable, but a strong-willed person can persist for a few seconds.

At the same time, his physical reaction was completely taken over by his rationality, and he would not tremble or have neurological reflexes due to the pain of the chest operation.

With the broken bones picked out and repositioned, Li Bingheng began to deal with the pressure-injured lungs.

He had seen this kind of injury in the virtual machine, most of which happened to soldiers who survived the explosion, and the fully enclosed armor that Xinhua later installed greatly reduced the occurrence of such injuries.

According to the military doctor's observation of Xu Yichen's self-healing ability, he chose a very simple but very effective surgical method, if it really counts as surgery.

Li Bingheng pierced the part of the lung with fewer blood vessels, then squeezed out the accumulated blood with his hands, and then called it a day.

Compared with the bones, the self-healing speed of the internal organs is much more frightening. Before Li Bingheng finished treating the lung on the other side, the wound healed.

The closed muscles and skin, like a zipper, healed themselves as the military doctor smoothed the wound with his hands.

According to Li Bingheng's speculation, Xu Yichen's missing ribs will grow slowly in the next one to two weeks. If he eats more calcium-rich foods, this time may be shortened.

"I will tidy up today's operation, and I will submit it to the medical school when I have the opportunity to return to China. I don't know if you are an isolated case, but based on my personal experience, you are very valuable for medical research." Li Bingheng's words let The political commissar who had been disembowelled just now shivered.

Xu Yichen had dealt with scientific officers and medical officers a lot in reality before, but they were all re-examinations as a trial tester for a new implant.

The word "medical research value" still makes him a little horrified.

"Hehe, we demon hunters are all in pretty good physique, so it's good to see more." Xu Yichen put on his leather armor, feeling a sense of security: "I'll introduce you to my guide, Gang Ze Sir Aragorn, he has more say in this than I."

"I wrote it down, but this report still needs to be handed in." The military doctor waved his hand, and walked down the city wall with a sad face, as if he was confused about the future.

The atmosphere on the city wall seemed a bit weird, not every extraordinary person could have such an inhuman vitality like Xu Yichen.

At least, Li Huamei has never seen such a perverted transcendent, maybe even those monsters known for their vitality are not so exaggerated, right?

Fortunately, at this time, the greenskins in the city also temporarily lost their passion to continue Waaagh because of the serious injury of Brother Dianzi, and chose a temporary truce.

They probably plan to find a place to have a good sleep, and then come back to continue fighting when they are refreshed enough. Don't look at the quick recovery of the witcher here, and the green skins over there are not bad.

Brother Idea's injuries are serious, but he believes that a good night's sleep will solve the problem, which is also the opinion of the other green skins.

For the greenskins, if they think that this is almost possible, then it is likely to be possible, and their worldview is like this.

Back then, the witch kings in the New World relied on the characteristics of the green skins to perform the racial castration that was so complicated that the gods didn't understand the principle.

The Witch Kings insisted on relying on this spell to make the greenskins believe from the bottom of their hearts that they should not be able to grow little greenskins directly by planting mushrooms, thus limiting the proliferation of greenskins from the root.

Luo Yan, who is also a spellcaster, is still a few light years away from the kind of spell that affects the whole city. He is considering whether he should release a greasy spell to stumble a few enemies, or give himself a foot oil, Sneaking first as a respect?