Super Talisman Master

Thirty miles outside Dongshan City, in the Dongshan military camp built on the mountain, countless soldiers went in and out, and the look on each person's face was extremely gloomy.

When the front-line war was defeated, Dongshan military camp, which used to be the logistics base, became the front-line overnight. It accepted countless wounded and depressed defeated soldiers. At this time, it can be said that it was a mess and there was no order.

"Let's go! Give way

In a loud cry, two disheartened soldiers with a broken arm on a stretcher ran towards the direction of the medical room. The soldiers sitting on the ground made way for the three men. Looking at the soldiers lying on the stretcher and gritting their teeth, they were numb. Such a thing happened They've seen too much today.

Soldiers with broken arms can be equipped with mechanical arms, and they can still jump around after surgery. However, those soldiers who died on the battlefield have no chance to become ghost practitioners, because their souls will be taken in by the demon clan, and they will never be given the chance to live again!

Bang!

A young soldier hit the ground with a hard blow and said in a hateful voice, "I don't understand. How did we lose?"

After hearing the words of the young soldiers, you look at me and I look at you. No one can answer this question, because they are all inexplicable and don't know why they lost!

"Is there anyone who knows a little bit of medicine, who can give me a hand?"

At this time, a young man in a dirty white coat walked out of the medical room, looking anxiously at the people sitting on the ground.

In the face of the young man's question, no one responded, because all the people who know the skills of medicine have been recruited, and all the people left behind are those who don't know the skills of medicine.

Seeing that no one responded to him, the boy immediately turned and walked into the medical room, nervously devoted to the treatment of the wounded.

"This little guy has been in the medical room for a day and a night, and he hasn't had a rest yet." A soldier with a bandage on his head said to the public in a low voice: "he helped me to deal with my wound. I wound the bandage because he didn't have time to do it for me."

Hearing the words of the wounded soldiers, people's mood is somewhat complicated. They can see that the young man's face is very tired, his eyes are full of blood, and his whole state is very bad. But he still has no rest, and he still insists on treating the wounded. He is very dedicated and distressing.

"You'd better remember his name. His name is Wang Bo. He is an excellent medical soldier. When the demon clan comes here, we can die, but he must live!" The wounded soldier looked firmly at the direction of the medical room and said to the public, "only if people like him are alive, can we have more people alive!"

In the medical room, Wang Bo, who is nervously treating the wounded, doesn't know that people outside are talking about himself at this time, but even if he knows, he probably doesn't have time to think about it. Now he has spent all his energy on treating the wounded. The wounded who has lost two eyeballs needs his help!

"The wound has been cleaned up!"

"Take out necrotic eyeball, nervous system is paralyzed temporarily!"

"Mechanical eye installation!"

"Connect the nervous system and test the light perception!"

When a series of work is over, it will be ten minutes later, which is the fastest speed Wang Bo can achieve. If it is not because there are countless wounded waiting for him to go to treatment, he will patiently help the wounded in front of him to conduct a detailed test. Unfortunately, now he does not have that time.

"Next!"

Wang Bo yelled. He only had time to raise his arm to wipe the sweat on his face, and then went to the next wounded.

"Wang Bo, wait a minute."

A woman doctor stopped Wang Bo and said to him, "go and have a rest, and then come back to work."

Wang Bo frowned and said, "but there are so many wounded people waiting for me. How can I have a rest?"

"You go to have a rest, keep your spirits up, and then do the operation. That's the performance of those responsible for the wounded." The female doctor looked at Wang Bo with some heartache in her eyes and said, "look at what you look like now. Can you stand still? In case when the time comes to do the operation because of fatigue, how to make mistakes

What the female doctor said was very reasonable. Wang Bo couldn't refute it. He put down his tools and said to the female doctor, "I know. Sister Xin, I'm going to have a rest now."

Wang Bo took off his bloody coat and walked slowly towards the rest room. At this time, the rest room was empty. He was the only one. Other doctors were working hard to treat the wounded.

Back in the lounge, Wang Bo was lying on the bed with a strong sense of fatigue, which almost drowned him. At this time, Wang Bo found that he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.

……

Wang Bo didn't know how long he had been sleeping. He was awakened by the smell."Wake up when you wake up. I'll cook you noodles."

Wang Bo Wen Yan sat up from the bed and looked at Wei Zixin sitting next to him with a bowl of delicious broth noodles made from monster bones. His face could not help showing a look of guilt.

"Sister Xin, I'm really sorry. I just want to have a rest. I didn't expect to fall asleep."

"It's OK. I asked you to sleep and rest." Wei Zixin put his face on the table and said to Wang Bo, "get up and have a meal."

Wang Bo got up and looked at the door of the rest room and asked Wei Zixin, "how many wounded are there now?"

Seeing that Wang Bo didn't eat immediately, but was concerned about the wounded, Wei Zixin couldn't help flashing a strange light at the bottom of his eyes and said to Wang Bo with a smile: "we have help. The 10th Corps has sent their medical forces to support us. Now there are enough people. You don't have to worry about the problem of the wounded. Let's eat quickly."

After hearing Wei Zixin's explanation, Wang Bo put down his heart and sat down at the table and began to eat noodles.

Yo yo, yo yo.

A large bowl of noodles, just a short film, was eaten into the stomach by Wang Bo.

Wang Bo killed the noodle soup. Looking at Wei Zixin, who was sitting opposite with a strange look, he was embarrassed and said, "I'm really hungry."

Poof.

Wei Zixin couldn't help laughing and said to Wang Bo, "I still remember the first time I saw you, you were a little fat man, and your whole body was plump. How long ago, you were already thin and became a strong man."

With that, Wei Zixin pushed his noodles to Wang Bo and said, "I can't eat so much. I'm full. I'll give you the rest."