Han Jing whispered: "Top three, don't say such things, none of us will die, we can definitely survive."

Ye Tianlong looked at the top three uncles: "Beibei is right, you will be fine, and I will not let you be."

Miao Tiannu leaned forward at this time, with a dignified look in his eyes: "Ye Shao, San Shao's situation is more serious than that of the patients in the observation area."

"I checked his body just now. The gunshot wound on his leg had blood stains. It is estimated that he pulled the wound and let the body water seep in."

He seeks truth from facts: "The situation is not optimistic."

When Han Jing was pulling in his heart, his uncle Sanjia was taken aback, and then smiled bitterly: "It seems that heaven is going to kill me."

"I am used to taking a bath in the morning. I slipped out of the bathtub in the morning and fell into it. The wound was torn a bit and it was wet with hot water."

Ye Tianlong retracted his fingers from his uncle's top three wrists, his eyes were firm: "Don't worry, I won't let you have an accident."

At this moment, his mobile phone vibrated slightly, and Ye Tianlong glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number, so he got up and went to a lounge to answer the call.

The call was made by the officer who led the team and told him that the medicinal materials and medicines he needed were ready, and asked him where to bring it to the top of the mountain?

Ye Tianlong thought about it for a while, and finally asked the officer in charge to transport to the back garden on the top of the mountain, where there was a hot spring yard, which was quiet enough.

"Woo-"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Tianlong suddenly heard a harsh alarm, followed by the roar of the medical staff:

"Uncle Sanjia touched the cordon, give him a shot."

Han Jing also shouted: "Doctor, save him, save him."

The scene was noisy.

Ye Tianlong knew that this was the doctor's last effort, and if the temperature couldn't be cooled immediately during this period, the uncle's top three would be pushed to the underground boxing field.

He rushed back to the hall like a whirlwind, and found that several medical staff were giving his uncle's top three injections, all of them nervous, as if facing an enemy.

Han Jing looked at the struggling uncle Sanjia with a panic face.

Miao Tiannu also frowned.

However, the rest of the patients in the hall were very calm. They seemed to have seen too many such scenes. They knew that the doctor was in vain, so he was numb to his death.

"Uncle Tertiary Body temperature is 41.80 degrees, physical and chemical are no longer able to cool down."

After the injection, an attending doctor stared at the instrument, his face was very heavy and he said, "I will send it to the underground boxing ring for isolation immediately."

Several medical staff immediately called the military police, and the uncle Sanjia grinned and could no longer speak, but waved to Han Jing.

bid farewell!

"Wait a minute!"

Ye Tianlong's eyelids twitched, and he rushed over like a cheetah, holding on to the bed he was about to push away: "He can still rescue him."

The attending doctor frowned. He didn't know the origin of Ye Tianlong, but he knew that he was either rich or expensive. He also saw the small talk between the two just now.

He said in a deep voice: "Mr. Ye, I know your relationship with your uncle's top three, and I understand your feelings, but he is really sick."

"It must be sent to the underground boxing ring for isolation immediately, otherwise more people will be infected."

"Although the situation is not very optimistic, 80% of the patients at the scene have a first-line life. If the severely ill are not isolated, there will be no first-line life."

The attending doctor looked around fifty to sixty patients: "We need to be responsible to them."

Ye Tianlong didn't freak out at the attending doctor. In his eyes, the medical staff and military police who can go up the mountain are heroes and deserve his respect.

"Doctor, give me five minutes."

Ye Tianlong waved his hand and asked Miao Tiannu to bring two bottles of pure water, and then another scalpel: "It won't be good for five minutes, I will send him personally."

Han Jing also repeatedly said: "Doctor, give him five minutes, five minutes, maybe he can get through."

She is full of trust in Ye Tianlong!

Before the attending doctor responded, there was a mess of patients at the scene, and the voices of several gorgeous women were even sharper:

"Why are you like this? What is the current situation, let him stay for five minutes?"

"If we get infected, can you afford it?"

"That is, he is dead, and he is rescued, wasting medical resources."

A woman also screamed at the attending doctor: "Doctor, ignore them, hurry, push away, or you will die later and affect your mood."

"Quickly push it out, he is alarmed, what matters to us?"

When Han Jing was feeling cold, Ye Tianlong ignored them, twisted a bottle of pure water, twisted it and poured it in to maintain moisture.

Afterwards, he twisted another bottle of clean water, took out a ‘Black Leaf Saint Cicada Pill’, crushed it, slowly put it into the bottle, tightened it, and shook it vigorously.

Soon, a bottle of purified water became like light soy sauce.

When the attending doctor was a little bit curious, the patients in the observation area saw that the doctor hadn't rushed, and they shouted one by one:

"Oh my God, the alarm keeps going on, he's dead, he's dead here, germs fly around, we will die too."

"Quick, quick, let's rush out of this hospital while he is still breathing."

"The doctor's brain is flooded, we can't just sit and wait, he will kill us like this."

While shouting at Ye Tianlong and the others, the patient took the water bottle and threw it out: "Get out! Get out!"

All the crowds are turbulent, and it seems that if you stay for a while, you will be able to infect all of them to death, but it is their turn to go to the boxing field, and one by one, they will not leave the hospital bed.

Miao Tiannu stepped in and let the water bottle fall on them.

Han Jing begged: "Five minutes, just five minutes, please."

The attending doctor also yelled to them: "All give me peace."

Han Jing looked at them angrily, with a sense of sadness.

Ye Tianlong still ignored everyone, and fed the ‘Black Leaf Saint Cicada Pill’ to San Shao. In the grunting voice, a bottle of water quickly drank.

Ye Tianlong brought a few more bottles of water, twisted one of them, poured a little into the empty bottle and turned around to mix the remaining powder.

Then, he took another small bucket and used a scalpel to cut a plum blossom shape from the third-class wound of the uncle, letting out some blood.

Finally, Ye Tianlong poured the remaining "Black Leaf Saint Cicada Pill" on a towel, and then applied it to the wound of Uncle Sanjia.

"The alarm has stopped."

In the screaming of dozens of turbulent patients, the attending doctor who was going to let people push away Taishu Sanjia Xiningren suddenly shouted in surprise:

"The high fever has really gone, ah, it has fallen below 40. This is incredible..."

The attending doctor was very excited: "The rash has gone by half, and various data have gradually returned to normal. What kind of medicine is this, so amazing?"

"Young man, you have this antibody, why don't you take it out earlier?"

Han Jing was also very happy: "It's cooling down again, it's cooling down again..."

Seeing that the "Black Leaf Saint Cicada Pill" was really effective, Ye Tianlong took out another one, crushed it, put it in a bottle of clean water and shook it, then handed it to Han Jing's mouth:

"Drink..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Tianlong discovered that rapid, heavy breathing sounded around him, and the invisible madness smashed his words.

He looked up and found that more than sixty patients had already approached, with the fiery light of burning everything in his eyes.

All stared at the potion in his hand.

Ye Tianlong realized that he had made a big mistake.