When Lin Jing was reading the book, he thought that Zhou Linshuang had no allies, no family protection, and was swimming against the current alone. Such people often have a tougher will and a stronger heart than others.
All the achievements of such a powerful person should be for himself. How could it be for an alpha who doesn't love himself?
Baitangwogua, you are such a waste!
Omegas like Zhou Linshuang were born to stand at the top and look coldly at those Alphas who wanted to mark him but couldn't do anything about it.
At this moment, Lin Jing felt a sense of satisfaction and emotion at being needed by a strong man.
"Are you acting coquettishly?" Lin Jing caught Zhou Linshuang's unconscious face.
He Pu's eyes flashed, which meant that it was thinking in a human way: "I think it's because he is in too much pain. After all, the metabolism of neurotoxins takes time. Neuralgia will still torture him in the next ten to thirty days. .Unless we find painkillers out there."
"Expired... painkillers?"
According to the information provided by the system, it has been more than fifty years since humans evacuated this desolate star. Most of the food left in this base is energy bars, nutritional supplements and other items with a long shelf life.
Of course, this is not the real world. There are all Zerg species, and it is not impossible to have painkillers with a shelf life of more than fifty years.
But the base has no reserves, and such important medicines must have been taken away during the evacuation.
After the tossing, Lin Jing exhaled a long breath.
If every day was as thrilling as today, Lin Jing hoped that the asteroid that crashed into the deserted star would arrive earlier and the end of the world would be over.
Lin Jing went to take a bath, lay down on his little bed, pulled up the quilt, and prepared to fall asleep.
Just when Lin Jing's mind was empty, the system came to talk to him again... Ah, no, it was chatting.
System: [Congratulations to the host for saving Zhou Linshuang’s left leg, improving Zhou Linshuang’s survival probability on the deserted star, and changing the world line of the original text. ]
Lin Jing's eyelids trembled, "So, there are rewards that can be distributed, right?" ]
System: [You will get one opportunity to demonstrate your skills. ]
Lin Jing: [Skills display? What skills do I have? Singing, dancing, playing games, cooking, foreign languages, mechanical and electrical maintenance? Nothing works. ]
System: [Have you forgotten? You are now the only surgeon in mankind, a living fossil in the surgical field, and can apply for a world cultural heritage. ]
Lin Jing: [Are you sure you're not mocking me? Operation? In this sci-fi era where medical care is replaced by machines? ]
System: [Everything is possible. Choose carefully who you demonstrate your skills to. ]
Lin Jing took a deep breath. Although this "skills display" was really useless, what if he succeeded in applying for World Heritage and someone beat gongs and drums to greet him?
System: [Option A, Professor Chi Xianming, a heavyweight scholar from the alliance's scientific research institutions and an expert in the field of modern medical machines, can be regarded as your peer. ]
Lin Jing frowned. The development of medical machines has surpassed the level of manual surgery. For Chi Xianming, displaying surgical skills is like showing off a big knife in front of Guan Gong - who is trying to trick you!
Lin Jing: [Next option. ]
System: [Option B... This option is really interesting - Gu Mo Rong, the undefeated general attacker. This is your time to show him your professional charm! Let him see your unique highlights and make him miss you every night. Isn't that what is written in novels - this omega, you attracted my attention. When he is fascinated by your scalpel, he is willing to be defeated by you. ]
Lin Jing: [...Um...Is Gu Mo Rong a pervert? ]
I thought of something like "It's my pleasure to cut you open" or something like that...
Gu Mo Rong is still a student now and has no power. Even if he is so perverted that he fell in love with him because of a surgery, can he drive the colorful auspicious clouds to the desert star to save him?
System: [Option C...]
Lin Jing: [Can’t I choose by myself? ]
System: [Who do you want to choose? ]
Lin Jing: [I choose Shen Qinliu and Ouyang Dieyun. ]
Since you have brushed up their favorability before, you must keep on brushing it up.
Shen Qinliu and Ouyang Dieyun were fighting on the front line, and they must have experienced the situation of losing medical machines. Perhaps compared to the scholars who were protected in the greenhouse and Gu Morong, who had never experienced the battlefield of life and death, these two could appreciate the charm of surgery better.
Because they are experts in practical combat, and surgery is another kind of practical combat.
System: [Are you sure? It is recommended that you don’t put all your eggs in one basket. You have already established your presence with them. ]
Lin Jing: [Then keep brushing. ]
Strive for quantitative change to achieve qualitative change.
System: [Okay, I respect your choice and wish you good luck. Your skills demonstration has been sent. ]
Hearing this, Lin Jing's tense nerves relaxed and she fell asleep.
At this time, under the command of Shen Qinliu, "Zhenyuan" used countless space fortresses to form a rescue network using engineering traction, and dragged each fortress out of the Zerg-fallen area.
Countless wounded people were sent to various forts, and medical machines were overloaded.
Ouyang Dieyun, who was wearing an exoskeleton, carried a comrade who had lost his leg into the passage. Exhausted, he finally collapsed.
Shen Qinliu supported him.
"Hurry...that child needs a medical machine..."
When Ouyang Dieyun woke up, his first reaction was to look at the comrades he had rescued.
The other person was lying next door with steady breathing, tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.
Shen Qinliu sat on the bedside, holding the exhausted Ouyang Dieyun in his arms, "Would you like to read the second part of the young boy's Wild Star Survival Diary?"
"Look, has he done anything interesting?" Ouyang Dieyun asked.
"It's very interesting."
There is no sound in the entire video, and you can only see the boy disinfecting his hands in an orderly manner and taking the lancet handed by the little robot. The silver-haired boy was lying on the table. His injured left leg had been cleaned, but the wound was still bleeding.
Ouyang Dieyun asked worriedly: "What does he want to do? Cut off his companion's legs?"
The comrade he carried back was attacked by a large number of Azima in the occupied area and his leg was injured. He had been trapped for so long that the medical machine had no energy to start. In order to save his life, other comrades had no choice but to amputate his legs.
"It's not cutting off, it's cutting open the leg of my companion." Shen Qinliu said in a rare gentle voice.
The black-haired boy cut open the wound neatly, skillfully and without hesitation, and the little robot delivered forceps and hemostats from time to time. There were barbs on Azima's legs. Even if the legs were removed from the injury, the barbs had to be removed patiently.
The technique must be light, the angle must be good, and the position of the knife must be correct, in order to preserve the function of that leg to the maximum extent.
Unknowingly, Ouyang Dieyun was surrounded by many comrades who were waiting for treatment.
At first, everyone didn't understand what the black-haired boy was doing. Gradually, everyone became more and more fascinated.
They are all elites fighting against the Zerg. Cutting open the Zerg's muscles and bones and destroying their bodies are their daily battles.
This was the first time they had seen someone use a knife to cut open another person's body, making heart-shakingly detailed peelings again and again, in order to save, not destroy.
If the teenager had simply cut, any of them could have done it.
But the miraculous thing is that he seems to know the human body very well. The angle of the cut minimizes the damage to the muscles, and even the amount of bleeding is smaller than they imagined.
When the black-haired boy began the final stitching, the tweezers and thin threads shuttled back and forth, agile and rigorous, which for them was comparable to the highest level of combat art.
"Is this... a surgery from the ancient Earth era?" Ouyang Dieyun frowned and played the video again from the beginning, "One of the technologies in which humans are replaced by machines?"
Shen Qinliu nodded, "Yes, this is surgery. The medical machine can indeed handle the most complex surgeries in the shortest time, and can also promote healing efficiently. But what about when we encounter the worst situation - all backup power supplies All are used up, the medical machines are destroyed, and only one resource is left: people?"
The comrade who lost his leg didn't know when he woke up. His throat trembled and his tears reflected the light spots. He choked and said: "Then I hope someone can perform an operation on me. I am so envious... I am so envious of that silver-haired man." The kid. His leg was saved, right?”
At that moment, everyone was silent.
Ouyang Dieyun raised his hand and wiped away the tears of his comrade, "When this war is over, we will bring him back. What the War Preparation Academy and the Alliance are unwilling to teach, we will learn on our own."
The comrade turned his face sideways and looked at him with determined eyes, "Yes, we must bring him back. We will learn on our own."
Zhao Xiaoyuan, the communications officer who received the video, looked into the depths of the universe.
It's really amazing. The distress signal from the Desolate Star once again brought them hope.
Who is it and who is being saved?
In the quiet bedroom of the base in the middle of the night, there was a sudden "crash" sound, followed by a struggle and a suppressed groan in the throat.
Lin Jing turned over with the quilt in her arms, and suddenly remembered something important - he had a patient!
The instinct of a doctor who had been on duty for many years made him sit up suddenly. He waved his hand on the sensor device on the bedside and the whole room lit up.
Probably because the beds in the base were too narrow, Zhou Linshuang fell on his side and fell to the ground. He sweated a lot, his hair stuck to his forehead, and his white T-shirt stuck to his back, outlining the lines of his back. His leg that had just undergone surgery was definitely not strong enough, and the neurotoxin also made his limbs less controlled by the brain. His arms tensed up tightly, but unfortunately he still couldn't get up.
"Well……"
Lin Jing was stunned. Thanks to the baptism of previous pure love novels, this scene looked like being forcibly marked, full of vulnerability and unwillingness, as well as the wildness of trying to break free from the cage.
The system rarely spoke: [I think you should help him up. ]
Lin Jing: [Didn’t you see how hard he grabbed my neck and sent me home to the west? Whoever goes is a fool. ]
Zhou Linshuang is indeed a model of strong O. He drags his injured body without even asking for help. Even the sound of pain is suppressed in his throat. If it weren't for his jaw that trembled slightly every time he exerted force, Lin Jing would have really I thought nothing happened to this guy.
For some people, when they are obsessed with challenging the limits of human body function with their flesh and blood, no amount of persuasion is useless. They can only wait for the other party to recognize the reality.
Lin Jing retreated to his little bed, reached out and touched it casually, and caught something that looked like a can.
The ability of food to stay fresh in a science fiction world is really long-lasting.
