Fang Buwei took a breath first, then held his breath, and held his left ribs with both hands.

Then he exhales violently, squeezes his hands hard, and two bullets are squeezed out and hit Guan Dashan's face.

Guan Dashan and the engineer were both confused.

What kind of kung fu is this that he can actually force the bullet out?

I haven't heard of it.

With one breath, he pulled the bullet embedded in the ribs, and Fang Wubiao gritted his teeth in pain.

The embedded is too tight and cannot be squeezed out at all, so I can only find a way to take it out.

Fang Buwei was relieved and cursed angrily: "Guan Dashan, if you can't get an armored car for me today, I will strip Ye Xingzhong of skin..."

It is boring to punish Guan Dashan, and Fang Buwei can't do such a thing.

After all, Guan Dashan is his guard, and it is natural to protect the safety of the party that is not good at first, and it is not easy to use if the party does not ask for orders.

But Ye Xingzhong, the bastard, didn't explain clearly when he sent someone?

If I was so hurt that I couldn't escape, it would be useless for anyone to rescue me.

Fang Buwei estimated that it must be Ye Xingzhong who gave Guan Dashan some death orders, so Guan Dashan was so stubborn.

"Sir, even if you beat me to death, I have to carry you down..." Guan Dashan said with a sob.

No matter how powerful Fang Buwei is, he is still a body that grows from flesh and blood. He will still bleed if he is hit by a bullet...

Well...isn't it right?

Why don't you bleed?

Guan Dashan widened his eyes and stared at the bullet hole under Fang Buwei's ribs.

When the bullet was squeezed out, it only brought out a few drops of blood, and it is still stuck on Guan Dashan's face.

In addition, there was some black blood that was about to condense in the bullet hole, but it was not bleeding any more?

Guan Dashan looked at Fang Buwei's upper body again.

It turned out that all the blood on the body was flowing out from the wound on the shoulder.

"This...this...this..." Guan Dashan pointed at Fang Buwei's wound in horror. After "this" for a long time, no word was released.

The engineer also saw that something was wrong. You looked at Fang Buwei like a ghost: "Sir... Sir, where is the blood?"

"I have said it many times, but I have not suffered much injuries. You bastard don't believe it..." Fang Buwei cursed with gritted teeth.

He lowered his head, touched it in his backpack, and found a needle tube and a glass bottle.

Yes morphine.

It is the best anesthesia and analgesic relief of this era.

In order to fill the needle, Fang Bukun opened the bottle and sucked the medicine into the needle.

Guan Dashan was also trained by Fang Buwei to treat the battlefield. When he saw Fang Buwei took out the syringe, he knew what he was going to do.

He quickly flipped through the bag for a while and found a porcelain bottle and cloth bag.

The tweezers, small pliers, and even scalpels in the cloth bag are made of alcohol cotton in the porcelain bottle.

Fang Buwei pointed near the bullet hole where the bullet was still hidden, and Guan Dashan carefully brought the tweezers with the alcohol cotton over.

When the alcohol on it dripped down and flowed into the wound, Fang Buwei took a sudden breath of air conditioning.

It hurts so much.

Fang Buwei finally knew how the sentence "spray salt on the wound" came about.

Originally, Fang Bu didn't want to disinfect it, but he was afraid that the bastard of the system would not be powerful.

What if you get infected?

Fang Buwei gritted his teeth and knocked on another morphine and inhaled it into the syringe.

Guan Dashan's eyes were almost protruding.

Even though he has a physique like Ye Xingzhong, he dares to use half a piece at most, but Fang Buwei actually needs to use two pieces at a time?

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fang Buwei glared back at a glance when he said something to his mouth.

The system is very humane. Knowing when the same medicine is not harmful and when it is beneficial, it will definitely not reject or decompose quickly now.

Of course, the system does not have the function of accelerating the effect of the drug.

If you want the pain relief effect of morphine to work, you have to wait for more than ten minutes.

Fang Buwei just wants to inject it in advance so that the pain relief effect can be effective as soon as possible.

The battle has not been finished yet.

This little injury would not have caused him to leave the battlefield.

After pushing the medicine, the prescription is not to throw away the needle. It holds the broken ribs with its left hand, and slowly squeezes the muscles with its right hand to test the position of the bullet.

Found it!

To be precise, the ribs were not broken, and the bullets were just embedded.

Thanks to Fang Buwei's physical fitness has been strengthened.

Not deep, only two or three millimeters, but it is very tightly embedded.

Fang Buwei grinned and put his right index finger in front of Guan Dashan: "Disin it!"

Guan Dashan was stunned for a moment, not understanding Fang Buwei's intention, but he still wiped Fang Buwei's fingers clean with alcohol cotton.

He didn't know that there was a bullet embedded in Fang Buwei's ribs.

Guan Dashan put down his tweezers, thinking that Fang Buwei would hold back, clean the wound first and bandage it.

But Fang Buwei gritted his teeth suddenly and inserted the disinfected finger into the wound.

Touched the bullet!

Fang Buwei tried hard to sting.

"Well……"

Fang Buwei groaned in pain, his eyes suddenly thrust out, and the veins on his entire face burst.

pain!

Not ordinary pain.

Fang Buwei almost couldn't control his body and even arched his waist.

Fang Buwei suddenly pulled out his fingers, fell back, looked at the roof, and gasped in big breaths.

It was like a basin of water was poured from the head by someone, and sweat beads rolled down from the hair one by one.

With Fang Buyi's strength, he could pull out even with his bare hands even if the bullet was only embedded a few millimeters.

It just hurts so much.

"Sir?" Guan Dashan didn't understand what Fang Buwei was doing.

Fang Buwei waved his hand and signaled Guan Dashan to shut up.

Hearing the armored vehicles outside getting closer and closer, Fang Buwei gritted his teeth, took another big breath, and straightened his waist.

As Fang Buwei's belly bulged, with a "puff", the last bullet slipped out of the bullet hole.

Punching bullets with bare hands?

Guan Dashan seemed to be frozen.

He can no longer describe his mood in words now.

"Idiot... disinfect and bandage..." Fang Buwei cursed in anger.

Guan Dashan reacted and quickly took out a piece of medicinal cotton from his backpack.

Fang Buwei snatched it over and picked up the bottle of alcohol cotton opened by Guan Dashan and poured all the alcohol inside.

Then Fang Buwei took the cotton pad and rubbed it hard under his ribs as if he was scrubbing the bath.

Alcohol flows into the wound, which hurts more than when the bullet is shot in.

Fang Buwei dared to swear that he had never suffered such great pain in his two lives.

I threw away the cotton pad in my hand, and picked up a new piece of it and wiped off the excess alcohol, which relieved the pain.

Wrap the gauze around your waist and tie the knot so that you can move your left hand.

It's a little hindered, so don't think about throwing it, but it's still okay to pull the bolt.
Chapter completed!