Petidine hydrochloride, i.e., dullydine, is a clinically used synthetic analgesic. It is a white crystalline powder with a slightly bitter taste and no odor. Its role and mechanism are similar to morphine, but the sedation and anesthetic effect are small, which is only one-eighth to one-tenth of morphine. Long-term use will cause dependence and is listed as a strictly controlled anesthetic drug.

A dollydine is only a few dollars in the hospital, but because it can replace drugs, it was once fried to hundreds or even hundreds.

Now there are many Duling Dings in front of Xiao Yuanchao. As a life-and-death medical center that is responsible for first aid at any time, it is not inappropriate to store many Dulings. However, every piece of Duling, even every milliliter used, must be written clearly.

After all, this is an addictive analgesic. Although it is not addictive, if the control is not good, there will definitely be problems.

Xiao Yuanchao took out one and was about to pour it into the prepared empty salt water bottle. His eyes fell on the medicine cabinet next to Du Lengding, and he clearly saw a line of words: morphine.

morphine, morphine. Because morphine has a dream-like analgesic effect, scientists named this anesthetic analgesic "morphe" after the name of morpheus, the god of dreams and sleep in Greek mythology.

Morphine has a selective inhibitory effect on pain perception and is a very important analgesic in clinical practice and the earliest alkaloids discovered. As the well-known drug poppy, the milk that exudes when the immature fruits are cut contains a considerable amount of alkaloids, and morphine is its main ingredient.

Its effect is ten times higher than Dulingtin, and it is the best and most indispensable painkiller on the battlefield. Our team is equipped, but not every unit will be equipped.

Xiao Yuanchao, who studied at Hongxing Primary School for a year, learned this knowledge, understood the English name of morphine, and knew more about the role of morphine.

After tilting his head and thinking for a while, Xiao Yuanchao began to take out the morphine injections and pour them all into the prepared empty bottle. It took not long, and a total of 260 morphine injections filled the saline bottle.

After filling the morphine, Xiao Yuanchao reached out and took out the bottle of solution placed in the innermost part and saw the word on it: k.

k, potassium chloride, highly toxic substances.

After staring at the bottle of solution for a while, he carefully placed K in the distance, walked out of the medical room with his morphine injection in his arms, and bypassed the sentry to the kitchen team.

It was quiet around. Xiao Yuanchao cated next to the tent of the kitchen team for a while, listening with his ears pricked up, and calculating the sound of snoring.

One, two, three, four, five!

The five snoring sounds are equal to the number of people in the kitchen.

Xiao Yuanchao slowly stood up, came to the pot where the rice was soaked in the kitchen, opened the lid and poured all the morphine injections into it.

The cooking teams in the army often have a habit of soaking the rice in the pot the night before. The next morning, it will directly light the fire and cook the porridge, which will not only save time, but also make the rice dry and make the taste even more fragrant.

After all this, he returned the same way, returned to the doctor's room, climbed into bed and continued to sleep.

Everything went so smoothly, everything was so quiet and peaceful. No one noticed that Xiao Yuanchao, the injured child, ran out for a walk in the middle of the night, and this child was the object of being completely ignored.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine dyed the life and death line into golden red, the kitchen team opened the pot.

As the lid of the pot was uncovered, a hot mist suddenly surged out, and a strong aroma of rice porridge drifted away with the wind.

No one participated in the assessment, it was just the assessment of them by the superiors. Although the company commander couldn't figure it out, this was the situation.

In the second half of the night, he sent no less than ten tactical teams to search again, but he still found nothing. There was no need to make any doubts anymore. No one participated in the assessment, absolutely nothing. This is the assessment of them.

When the assessment comes, the kitchen team gets busy first. They get up early and prepare a sumptuous breakfast. The kitchen team represents the logistics power of a unit, and the logistics power can directly reflect the combat effectiveness of a unit.

So the cooking team worked very hard, making rice porridge, fried fried dough sticks, and made meat buns, flower rolls, steamed buns, and oil cakes. Six dishes were directly prepared, including cold dishes and stir-frying.

After drinking a bowl of rice porridge, the company commander stared at the foot of the mountain, locked his eyebrows and said to himself, "Which is this singing?"

The students participating in the assessment disappeared without a trace. The superiors assessed them. Is it over? Is it over? Have you forgotten the signal that has been sent to the end?

The company commander was a little confused and couldn't think of which song was about.

As he thought about it, the company commander felt a little dizzy and a little white. He reached out and rubbed his face hard, trying to make himself sober. But not only did he not wake up, but he became even more dizzy, and a feeling of floatingness rose. This feeling was wonderful and refreshing, just like...

"Momorphine!" The company commander roared suddenly.

With a "slam", a soldier in front knocked over his meal plate and lay floating on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, one soldier after another fell to the ground. They did not fall into a coma, but were in a state of distractedness, with a strong smile on their faces, muttering in their mouths, and moving their bodies restlessly.

"Is there any in morphine...??"

The company commander lay down on the ground with a smile on his face, and was in a state of elegance like all the soldiers.

The god of dreams and sleep—morphine.

Two hundred and sixty pieces of morphine were poured into rice porridge, and more than 100 soldiers on the entire line of life and death were on average, which was equivalent to injecting two pieces of morphine by one person. In the case of good health, let alone two pieces of morphine, even one piece of morphine is enough to make a special forces soldier have fun for a day.

Morphine will not evaporate, and even if there is loss, it will be only a little bit.

Everyone was lying on the ground with a silly smile and was having fun. The doctor who was preparing to come to eat was almost frightened when he saw this scene.

"What's going on? Collective food poisoning?" The doctor widened his eyes and quickly squatted down to check the soldier closest to him.

"Bang! You're dead!" Xiao Yuanchao dragged a rifle and made a sound at the doctor.

"Ah?" The doctor turned his head and looked at Xiao Yuanchao in surprise.

Xiao Yuanchao grinned and said, "Uncle, I just participated in the life-and-death line assessment."

"What?" The doctor's eyes glared to the extreme.

"According to the assessment rules, you can't move now because you have been beaten to death by me." Xiao Yuanchao rubbed his nose and continued: "Die people cannot speak or ask any questions."

After saying that, Xiao Yuanchao entered the tent where the company commander was sleeping, put a large bag of all the paper stuff, touched two big fried dough sticks, and limped towards the downstairs.

The doctor didn't say anything. He stared at Xiao Yuanchao's back, unable to say a word, and was completely stunned.

When he came to the crater where he had avoided searches, Xiao Yuanchao dug out his clothes, took off his clothes that were not suitable for him, put them on again, and dragged his bag to the line of life and death assessment site. Standing on the dirt road outside the assessment site, Xiao Yuanchao sat on the bag full of documents, waste paper and even toilet paper, gnawing on the fragrant fried dough sticks one by one...

"Bang!"

A red signal flare soared into the sky, proclaiming the magnificent end of the test of life and death.

In front of the large screen of the base, the soldiers who had been waiting all night did not know what expressions or words to describe their mood at this moment... This is the final result? Damn, the final result of this life-and-death line assessment was that Xiao Yuanchao dragged all the documents of the assessment team, walked out slowly in a big way, sitting on the side of the road and gnawing on the fried dough sticks?

"My grass... wuwuwu..." A soldier suddenly cried and pointed at Xiao Yuanchao who was focusing on eating fried dough sticks on the screen and shouted: "This is a pervert. The line of life and death is not like this, it is not like this, wuwuwuwu... Mom compares, I am convinced, convinced..."

No one cares about how you pass the life and death line, you just need to know whether it is not.

When the life and death line was listed as one of the most abnormal assessment items, only three people in the history of the Special A unit successfully penetrated into the third layer of defense line, but all of them were lost in the final message.

Two men and one woman, the woman’s name is Dingdang, the legendary girl in Dingdang Street.

But now there is a child who has broken an insurmountable legend. He is seven and a half years old, only seven and a half years old, and perfectly crosses the line of life and death!

Prince Shi burst into tears and tried hard to prevent himself from crying. He was satisfied, really satisfied. He seemed to have seen the rise of Xiao Yuanchao! He saw the birth of the most loyal, greatest and legendary warrior!

The head of the base kept inhaling and exhaling, and his emotions were always in a state of extreme excitement. The result was beyond imagination and completely beyond imagination.

"Immediately! Take this child to me!" The base leader gave the order loudly.

"yes!"
Chapter completed!