Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 650: Rooftop
"Don't die! Hold on!"
Cheng Yanqiu snarled at No. 147, unscrewing a bottle of medical alcohol, and poured it on his wound.
It seemed that the wound was burning with alcohol, and the unconscious Number 147 let out a painful grunt.
"Just bear it, bite your teeth and pass--" Regardless of whether No. 147 can be heard or not, Cheng Yanqiu said as he poured the remaining medical alcohol on the saber, and then pinched No. 147 with his nails The necrotic skin and flesh at the wound began to be cut.
As the necrotic part was cut off, red blood poured out again. Cheng Yanqiu quickly took the hemostatic cotton prepared on the side and stuffed it into the wound, and then wrapped the wound with a bandage.
There were as many as a dozen wounds on No.147's body. Cheng Yanqiu picked only a few of the most serious wounds to deal with, and then carried him to a hospital bed parked in the corridor.
"Glucose and plasma are still needed..." Cheng Yanqiu muttered to himself. No. 147 lost a lot of blood. If he is not transfused, he will still be very difficult to survive. The only good thing is that this guy is not something. Rare blood type, but common type B blood.
It is a pity that Cheng Yanqiu himself has type A blood, otherwise he could directly perform a one-to-one blood transfusion to rescue No. 147.
"Blood bank...Where is the blood bank in this hospital?" Cheng Yanqiu hurriedly ran to the entrance of the building, where there was a detailed structure map of the entire building.
"Basement floor...on the left...the fourth warehouse..."
After memorizing the location of the blood bank, Cheng Yanqiu pushed the No. 147 hospital bed into the pharmacy, and locked the door of the pharmacy with the chain buckle used before—to prevent theft, the door of the pharmacy was full Constructed of metal, this is also the only iron door on the first floor of the entire hospital building. If a mutant creature enters the hospital, this is the safest place on the first floor.
After placing No. 147, Cheng Yanqiu ran to the basement of the hospital.
The elevator in the hospital had been out of service long ago, and the door of the stairwell was locked by iron chains thick with fingers. Cheng Yanqiu could only use the **** of his rifle to smash down the entire door handle that was entangled with iron chains.
pushed open the basement door, and there was a strange smell in the corridor. Cheng Yanqiu glanced at it, and saw a lot of corpses sitting on both sides of the corridor. Some of these corpses were wearing military uniforms, and some were wearing hospitals. His uniform, and some corpses, seemed to be civilians.
"Is this the person who was left before it was too late to evacuate?"
Although he had some doubts in his mind, Cheng Yanqiu had no time to take care of the corpses at the moment, and hurried to the door of the fourth room on the left.
However, when he saw the empty door of the blood bank, Cheng Yanqiu's heart felt cold--
He forgot one thing. The entire Leshan People’s Hospital had been powered off several years ago. The reason why the electric retractable door can be activated is because the retractable door is powered by an independent battery, and the blood bank It's different. To preserve plasma and separated red blood cells, it must be kept at a low temperature of tens of degrees below zero, which consumes a lot of electricity...
The cold storage for storing blood has long ceased operation, and the plasma stored in it has deteriorated and was scrapped.
"Uh!"
Cheng Yanqiu angrily hammered the wall with a punch, and a half-centimeter deep fist mark immediately appeared on the dusty wall.
If there is no blood, he cannot give 147 a blood transfusion, so whether he can survive it depends on his own luck.
No. 147 is an evolutionary, but his evolutionary direction is not in terms of physical ability. Not only does he lack life-saving abilities such as accelerated healing and recovery from injuries, but also in terms of basic attributes such as strength and agility. A little stronger than ordinary soldiers.
This punch of made Cheng Yanqiu's head slowly calm down. He held on to the wall, gasping for breath and thinking about the next countermeasure.
At this time, there must have been a large number of mutant creatures gathered outside the hospital, and the ghost face, let alone where they are now, even if they are dead or alive, Cheng Yanqiu can't know. No. 147 is seriously injured and dying... also That is to say, the only thing he can count on now is himself.
"You have to persist until dawn...it's dawn, the number of mutant creatures wandering in the city will decrease a lot, and I will be thinking of a way to leave here."
Cheng Yanqiu returned to the first floor and began to check the remaining equipment.
Counting the number 147, there are two large-caliber assault rifles left, and the corresponding bullets are left with three and a half magazines, less than 100 rounds, two Sauger P226 pistols, and one Type 92 pistol. One, 55 rounds of 9mm pistol ammunition, one broadsword mine, one directional breaking bullet, and 150 grams of plastic explosive.
Use this thing to hold on till dawn, to be honest, Cheng Yanqiu's heart is also very hanging.
Carrying the 147 assault rifle behind his back, Cheng Yanqiu carried his assault rifle and walked up to the second floor. However, when he looked out the window, he was completely stunned. .
The mutant creatures that were chasing him and No. 147 have completely disappeared at this moment, but instead, there are corpses that have been digested seven or eight and... a piece of almost half a block. The huge sarcocarpa covered all over!
This layer of fleshy membrane Cheng Yanqiu is really too familiar~IndoMTL.com~ He also clearly knows the function of this thing-producing a lot of flesh and blood puppets!
At the beginning of the underground mall, he and Qi Lin were once forced to a very embarrassing situation by the endless flesh and blood puppets, and now, the area of this fleshy membrane far exceeds the one on the ground!
Not only that, the fleshy membrane is still spreading towards the inside of the hospital at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this moment, the fleshy membrane has already spread over the electric retractable door and came to the flower bed, and the one was killed by Cheng Yanqiu. The zombies of nurses have been wrapped in sarcocarpa. With a disgusting squirming movement, the body of the zombies quickly turned into nourishment for the sarcocarpa...
"Why... Damn it! This city... This city is probably already under the control of the mastermind!" Cheng Yanqiu took a last look at the fleshy membrane that was spreading towards the building and turned and ran towards the first floor. go with.
must be transferred immediately. If he continues to be left on the first floor, he will soon become the nourishment for the fleshy membrane like the mutant creatures and the zombies—just an iron door is absolute Can't stop that kind of thing.
Cheng Yanqiu pushed the bed up to the stairs, picked up No. 147 and rushed to the rooftop on the seventh floor of the hospital.
There is a circular helipad on the roof, but unfortunately, there is no helicopter parked on the apron. ...
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