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After such a commotion, Ross quickly arrived and was met with the scene on the ground, feeling a chill run through him.
"What happened here?" Ross asked.
Duan Shuai sat there with vacant eyes, hugging his knees and mumbling, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know anything."
"What’s wrong with him? Has he gone mad? What did he see to be this scared?" another person inquired. It was indeed a strange phenomenon; he was a battle-hardened soldier who had seen all sorts of situations, yet now he seemed completely terrified.
This couldn't be an act; it was possible for some people to be so frightened that they became dazed. There were even stories in reality about similar occurrences. Others around them looked equally fearful, which suggested that something significant had happened.
There was once a girl who, after witnessing something terrifying, spent the rest of her life acting erratically around people, unable to even dress herself properly. It was hard to understand what kind of event could cause such a reaction.
The situation was far more complicated than expected. Freyr shook his head at Duan Shuai, signaling him to stop. "Quickly get the scalpel and sterilize the surrounding area with alcohol lamps."
With that, Freyr began to remove Xiong Tai's clothing and the bizarre soft armor with force. The sight of bloodstains was alarming; it was unclear what kind of ordeal he had faced. That soft armor would be useless now.
First, they needed to locate the source of the bleeding and clean up the bloodstains. Even if it meant wasting a lot of alcohol swabs, it didn't matter. Antibiotic injections were administered into the artery, followed by a slow injection of anesthetic.
After two injections, Xiong Tai could finally relax a bit; he must have been exhausted and severely injured. The threat mentioned in the strategy book—what exactly was it? What did it mean to just pay a little attention to avoid it?
In other words, only when one of them regained consciousness could they uncover the truth of what had happened. However, Duan Shuai seemed like he would take a long time to awaken from that dazed state. Therefore, the immediate priority was to ensure Xiong Tai was out of danger first.
Xiong Tai's breathing remained labored, and Freyr couldn't help but curse under his breath, thinking, "Damn it, could it be that his liver is damaged?"
More than half of the alcohol cotton supplies had been used up, and it seemed like a wise decision as they quickly identified the injury. He spent a little time flipping through the introductory medical books at hand, relieved that the material wasn't too complicated.
In the challenging field of brain surgery, he could understand the intricate details and perform procedures solo. The human body was something he could handle with ease on his own. If it weren't for his current identity, perhaps he could have made significant breakthroughs in medicine as a doctor saving lives.
But those thoughts were beside the point; his priority was to treat the injuries of those below him to foster better development. After their team had been split up, even minor accidents led to such dire situations. It seemed there was still a long road ahead, and he found himself worrying about others' conditions.
"If we manage to survive and return, it looks like each of us will have to take responsibility. To grow stronger, we must make more changes. I realize now that I was too lenient before; from now on, I can only be strict with their future demands. No more easing up," he muttered to himself, though it was also meant for Ross to hear.
Ross remained silent, but he understood all too well what the Commander meant. There was a palpable sense of helplessness in the face of crisis, exemplified by those below them.
As he applied pressure with the forceps, a surge of blood gushed forth; Xiong Tai was bleeding profusely. It was clear that his internal organs had suffered severe damage. This situation was troublesome, but there were still methods available. For instance, a rapid gene recombination drug could bond genetic cells and facilitate quick secretion, allowing the damaged area to seal itself rapidly for a period of time—though this would also consume time.
They could only wait until Xiong Tai could stand and move again. His current condition endangered his life force. Freyr carefully made an incision in Xiong Tai's abdomen to locate the organs and sprinkled medication over them before using finer bandages for a simple dressing. In a corner, he discovered a sharp protrusion resembling a long thorn or branch tip.
"I think I've found the source," he said to the person across from him.
"Is that so? It seems like it. Hurry up; if this continues, he might bleed out and die—it would be a huge loss," Ross urged while timing with a stopwatch, feeling life slipping away like seconds ticking down on the clock. It seemed there was so little time left; using seconds as a measure felt painfully brief.
What use is such a short life? Perhaps the death and survival of cells didn't feel as fleeting as those few seconds passing by. Such brief existence felt like one of the shortest lives in this world; even the dragonfly, known for its short lifespan, lived longer than this.
"Plasma! Inject universal form blood plasma! How is his life support holding up?" Freyr asked urgently.
The speed of his hands was already quite fast, but it still required some time. That sharp object felt as if it were embedded deep within his body; no matter how he exerted himself, he couldn't get it out. He couldn't force it open either, as that would risk deforming or rupturing the vital organs, and Xiong Tai's life would officially enter a countdown.
He pulled hard, and sure enough, the object shifted slightly. As long as there was a gap, it could be managed. He gradually pulled it out. The thing resembled a Mammoth's tusk, and it was indeed very cruel; just a slight touch sent a nauseating pain through his fingertips.
This object was so sharp that a wound on Softshell Mountain seemed to match it perfectly. It appeared that they had encountered a creature similar to a Mammoth and had fought against it, which explained the punctured soft armor.
"This thing needs to be preserved; it must be kept." Freyr wiped the tusk with cotton and then placed it into a Container filled with Liquid Nitrogen for safekeeping.
"I've run out of Form Blood. I'm now adding Blood Pill, which should dissolve quite a bit of blood. Once this blood flows into other areas, it will form a circulation," Freyr said, then added Cell Recovery Fluid to the area where the tusk had pierced. Next, he worked on coagulating the wound to stabilize the body.
He wrapped Medical Bandage around Xiong Tai's abdomen and gave it a firm pat. At this point, Xiong Tai's expression had become increasingly rosy, and his breathing gradually calmed down. Clearly, the dangerous situation had been overcome; however, it would take some time for Xiong Tai to recover. It seemed they would have to stay here for a while longer.
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