As long as you live in this world, bumps and bumps are inevitable.
I believe everyone has experienced injuries such as falls, and I believe everyone has experienced the sour and refreshing feeling of alcohol disinfection.
Lin Junfu felt very sore at the moment, and the sting of the alcohol touching the wound caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
After rushing back and forth with alcohol several times, Lao Lin took out iodine, dipped a cotton swab in it, and used hemostatic forceps to burn and disinfect the area around the wound.
The reason for this is to ensure that the area around the wound is not infected by bacteria.
These days, being injured is not terrible, but what is terrible is being infected by a virus after the injury.
In this era of lack of medical treatment and medicine, if the wound is infected, death is not far away.
Huabiao was not 100% sure that this kind of thing could be avoided, but he had to use the existing resources to do his best.
After the wound was carefully cleaned, Hua Biao raised his head and looked at Lao Lin.
"Haha, do you want to see what I do? Are you going to take action?" Seeing Hua Mian's tense expression, an unnatural smile appeared on Lin Junfu's pale face.
Nodding, Hua Biao simply responded: "Yes."
"It will be very painful!" Hua Biao said truthfully.
Lin Junfu also nodded: "I know, it's okay, just do it."
Hua Biao glanced at the medical box, then took out a piece of gauze and handed it to Hua Biao: "Put this in your mouth, maybe it will feel better."
Hearing this, Lin Junfu laughed miserably, glanced at the gauze handed over by Hua Biao, then put down the pistol, took it, folded it and stuffed it into his mouth.
After that, he held the gun in his hand again and said in a long voice: "Come on!"
"Okay! Hold on! Old Lin!"
Next, there is the pain of retrieving the bullet. Huabiao, who has had personal experience, knows it all too well.
He disinfected the hemostatic forceps that had been used to clean the wound. After that, Huabiao turned on the lighter and burned the head of the forceps.
After double cleaning, he breathed back and forth twice.
Afterwards, Huabiao lifted Huabiao's injured arm, and the cleaned wound was now clearly visible.
The hole the size of an index finger went straight into Lao Lin's skin.
He put Lao Lin's arm on his shoulder with his left hand, and inserted the hemostat in his right hand into the wound.
The moment the pliers touched the wound, Lao Lin's entire face suddenly shrank.
You can imagine how unbearable the pain was. For Lao Lin, it seemed that his forearm had been shocked by an electric shock at that moment. In the blink of an eye, the electric shock was transmitted through nerve conductors to every part of his body.
Fortunately, Hua Biao prepared a piece of gauze for him to bite in his mouth beforehand, otherwise Old Lin would have screamed out just like that.
But this electric shock was just the beginning. As Huabiao's pliers continued to penetrate, Lao Lin felt that his soul had been "destroyed."
Pain, indescribable pain, Lao Lin swore that this was definitely the most painful pain he had ever experienced in his life.
His body couldn't help trembling, cold sweat on his forehead and the faucet that was turned on continued to flow out and fall, washing his face almost instantly.
However, this pain did not end immediately because of his suffering.
Huabiao was still "harassing" his wound.
Huabiao is looking for the location of the warhead.
He could feel the reaction in Old Lin's body. He understood the pain. He also hoped to take out the warhead quickly to reduce the time of Old Lin's torture. But the problem was... this kind of thing couldn't be rushed.
"Old Lin, hold on, we'll be close!" Apart from a few words of safety, Huabiao had nothing else to do to help Old Lin.
Lao Lin didn't even hear what Hua Biao said.
At the moment, his whole body was in extreme pain. Every time the hemostatic forceps moved deeply, it was a blow deep into the bone marrow for Lin Junfu.
Finally, after some searching, Huabiao lived up to expectations and found the warhead.
Then he clamped the pliers and steadily pulled the bullet out of Lao Lin's arm.
"Done!" The moment the bullet was pulled out of Lao Lin's arm, Hua Biao let out a long breath.
Lin Junfu leaned heavily against the wall, and the gauze fell from his mouth.
Hua Biao looked around and saw that the entire surface of the gauze had long been shattered under the rubbing of Lao Lin's lips and teeth, and stains of blood were clearly visible on it.
When he looked up, he saw that Lao Lin's lower lip was broken and bleeding. Needless to say, these were the "consequences" that Lin Junfu endured just now while resisting the pain.
I sincerely admire the man's strength. There are many people who have been treated for gunshots these days, but there are absolutely only a handful of people like Lao Lin who can treat gunshots under such harsh conditions without saying a word.
"Old Lin is a man, you did a good job!" Hua Biao blurted out his approval.
Lao Lin forced out a miserable smile: "Bang, have you taken out the warhead?"
"Yes, it was taken out, here!" Hua Biao replied, handing the bullet that was torturing Lin Junfu to death in front of him.
He raised his eyebrows and glanced. A bloody bullet on the front of the hemostat was right in front of Lin Junfu's eyes.
Just such a small iron bump, but it tortured him to death.
"Want to keep a souvenir?" Lin Junfu asked.
Lin Junfu smiled shamelessly and said, "Why keep it?"
Huabiao shrugged: "It's nothing, it's just a habit. We soldiers are used to putting away projectiles. Haha, this can be considered a growth experience."
After listening to Hua Biao's words, Lao Lin thought for a moment and raised his hand: "Okay then, it's up to you, I'll keep it as a souvenir!"
The warhead was delivered to Lao Lin.
Huabiao re-did the cleaning process that it had done before.
That's all, I took a new hemostat and brought it to the old forest farm.
Then he said: "The warhead has been taken out, but Lao Lin's wound still needs to be sutured. You should rest first and look back at the situation."
The biggest problem with gunshot wounds has been solved, but there is still a big problem with the wound not being sutured.
However, looking at Lao Lin's current mental state, Huabiao Xun thought it was better to give the other party a rest and adjust.
In addition, he still hopes to move Lin Junfu back to the house.
After all, the current condition of this tower... is still too dangerous.
After all, it was not safe for the injured Lao Lin to stay up there.
"I, I'm fine." With the same words, Lin Junfu's breath became worse and worse.
No wonder, the endless tossing and turning just now really exhausted him.
"Hua, Hua Zi, don't patronize me. How is your hand?"
Hua Biao was busy tending to Lin Junfu's injuries, but he himself...don't forget, his palm was also pierced by a sniper.
But that's it, just now he used this injured hand to clean Lin Junfu and remove the bullet.
"I...hehe, it's okay. The bullet went through it, it's a joke!"
No one knew whether it was a joke or not, but Huabiao's nonchalant expression really didn't show that he felt any discomfort.
"You have consumed so much just now, drink some water to replenish your body fluids!"
After taking the mineral water, Hua Biao opened a bottle and handed it to Lao Lin.
When it was over, he opened it and poured it into his stomach.
The entire process of retrieving the bomb did not take much time, only fifteen minutes in total.
And these fifteen minutes were considered a blessing by God, at least Huabiao didn't encounter any emergencies during the operation.
