Chapter 853 CPR

"Thirty seconds?! It's too late! I can't wait that long!" Yegel gritted his teeth and said, "Is there no other way? Didn't you say that the circuit system of this machine was made by you? Is there no emergency?

Is the rebooted backdoor?”

"Yes, but it needs manual operation." Just as he was speaking, Wilson had unbuttoned the buckle of the protective suit, drilled out of the protective suit like an iron barrel, and reached out to a cover located at the top of the cockpit.

plate.

But just as Wilson's fingers touched the cover, his body seemed to have been hit hard and instantly bounced back to the seat. His whole body twitched a few times and stopped moving

It's right.

"What's wrong with you?! Hey?!" Yegel subconsciously reached out to pull Wilson, but just as he turned his head, he happened to catch a glimpse of the screen on the side of the seat to monitor vital signs - Life -

The sign monitoring equipment is not connected to the mecha, so it is not affected by electric shock and is still working normally.

The Wilson's heart rate shown above is zero, and the electrocardiogram is also a straight line.

Wilson's heart was in a state of arrest.

Yegel seemed to realize something, and looked at Wilson's fingers that had just touched the cover. The front ends of those fingers were charred, and his nails even looked like they were carbonized and cracked.

"It's high voltage electricity!" Ye Geer reacted instantly - the electric shock of the deep-sea giant eel had completely destroyed the insulating protective layer of the body, and Ye Geer was not electrocuted, thanks to the original thought that the body was fundamental.

A deep-dive suit that does not have any protective effect.

This high voltage electricity is just transient and will be guided away by sea water soon. If Wilson only slows down for a few seconds to touch the metal cover, he will not be electrocuted... But, now, he will say nothing

It's too late.

"..." Yegel took a deep breath, his expression seemed a little bit muddy.

Although Wilson's heart stopped beating, Yegel did not think he was dead. He fell into a coma after electric shock, and shock was a very common symptom. If he could be rescued immediately at this time, even if he was only undergoing emergency cardiopulmonary resuscitation,

I had the chance to save him.

But the problem is that they have neither the conditions nor the time now.

Before Yegel's hand reached out to Wilson, a muffled "bang" sound came from outside, and the entire cockpit fell to one side - the cockpit could not continue to maintain balance, which meant to be used to adjust.

The balanced suspension device has been damaged, and the fixed anchors of the mecha footsteps have been broken.

Yegel felt a sense of despair in his heart, and he shrank his hand back. It was meaningless to rescue Wilson at this time. Even if he could save him, there would be less than a few minutes left for both of them.

"Dong!"

There was another muffled sound, and the entire cockpit was trembling violently. An extremely obvious depression appeared on the inner wall of the cockpit, and a display screen originally installed there was directly cracked into several petals.

Wilson, who had lost the constraints of the diving suit, was thrown up, flew over in front of Yegel, and hit the other side of the cockpit, his head suddenly became bloody and bloody, and even his gray-white brain could be vaguely seen.

"Thirty seconds...thirty seconds should have arrived. Why, why hasn't the operating system automatically restarted?" Yegel shook the joystick in vain, but the body did not respond at all, and the screen was still pitch black.

"Move! Why not!" Yegel roared, "Even if you can't move, at least let me detonate the torpedo!"

But just as Yegel was in despair, a clear "beep" sound suddenly came from his ears. He couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction where the sound came - it was Wilson's vital sign monitoring device

Although Wilson is no longer on the seat, the device's induction patch has been stuck to him.

The heart rate that was originally zeroed was gradually rising. Ye Geer wiped his eyes in disbelief - although he could only hear the "drip sound" of the machine, he seemed to be able to hear that.

The sound of a heart pulsing in Wilson's chest.

The electrocardiogram that was originally straight also showed ups and downs again...

"Living... alive?!" Ye Geer looked shocked, and even temporarily forgot that the two of them were still in danger.

The deep diving suit has a fully automatic drug syringe and a miniature pacemaker for first aid, but Wilson, who took off the deep diving suit, could not get the help of these devices... At this moment, his heart rate

And breathing is recovering at a speed that can be said to be "rebirth", which can only be described as "medical miracle".

"How is this possible?" Yegel turned his head again. Wilson's body was curled up in a strange position in a corner of the cockpit. His head broke through the impact just now, and even his skull had become big.

Range comminuted fracture - If Wilson had a chance to rescue after the electric shock, then after hitting the wall, he would have died in Yegel's heart.

Even if the heart has not stopped fighting, the military doctors on the battlefield will only shake their heads, sigh, and instead leave valuable medicines and rescue opportunities to other wounded people.

The brain has always been the most fragile key to humans. The current Cyborg prosthesis technology is extremely developed. Even if the heart is damaged, as long as the brain tissue is properly preserved and it does not necrotize due to hypoxia and suffocation, it can still be replaced with an artificial heart.

The injured person comes alive. But if the damaged part is the brain, even the most awesome prosthetic doctor will be helpless.

After all, artificial brains have not been developed yet.

"The brain and brain matter are splashing out, so you probably can't survive, right?" Ye Geer muttered in his heart, "Maybe Wilson is a high-level strengthening person with strong physical vitality, his heart recovers on its own and is struggling in the final effort?

His heart has recovered...he shouldn't be awake, right?"

What Yegel didn't expect was that the slap in the face came so quickly.

As the number symbolizing heart rate on the screen gradually rose to more than sixty, Wilson's throat felt a dry moan, and his body, which was originally motionless, began to twitch.

"This...this is impossible!" Yegel glared at his eyes and shook his head mechanically.

The control system that should have been restored was not restored, and the body that should have been moved did not move, but the person who should have been dead came back alive.

Is there anything more incredible than this?

But this incredible thing was happening in front of Yegel's eyes at this moment.

Wilson held the inner wall of the cockpit with his hands and slowly climbed up. He turned around and looked at Yegel with the Cyborg eye-his other normal eye could no longer be opened, Yin Hong

Blood was constantly overflowing from the cracks of his eyes and flowing down the outline of his cheeks.

"Ah... are you still alive?" Yegel opened and closed his upper and lower lips a few times, and asked a question that seemed a bit stupid.

"Already alive." Wilson said in a deep voice. He staggered forward a little and tried to return to his seat. But at this time, the deep-sea giant eel outside launched another attack on "Zokok Gai", and was fiercely

In the vibration, Wilson lost his balance again and sat down on the ground.

"Your head... is it okay?" Yegel stared at the wound on Wilson's head with his eyes. In the deepest part, the grayish-white brain tissue was clearly visible - Yegel could be sure that those broken bone pieces must be

Many of them pierced into Wilson's brain.

Why...he came alive and still seemed to remain sane?

"It's okay," Wilson whispered, "My body has been modified, and this injury is not fatal to me."

"Is it transformed...so that's it." At this time, Yegel could only accept this statement, "Let's not talk about this for now. Our situation is very bad now. The body is probably off the ground and the cockpit is always available.

It may be pressed into a discus by water pressure, and the two of us will become the meat filling in this discus... Can you restart the operating system again?"

"Thirty seconds should have passed, right?" Wilson's gaze moved slightly and stopped on the cover. "Didn't the operating system... automatically restart?"

"No." Yegel shook his head, "As you can see, I still can't control the body, and I can't grasp the situation outside at all... I can't even try to self-destruct and die with those giant eels in the deep sea-sea—"

Before the word "can't do it" was said, the body was hit hard again. Yegel bit his tongue heavily, and the blood splashed out was covered with a piece of blood on the inside of the helmet mask.

.

"Hiss..." Yegel took a breath of cold air in pain. Just a little bite of his tongue.

Almost, he just bit his tongue and committed suicide.

Wilson's condition was also not much better. A steel pipe that broke from somewhere penetrated his lower abdomen... However, compared with the wound on his head, the piece of steel pipe that was inserted into his stomach,

It can only be regarded as a "small injury".

Wilson looked down at his abdomen. The dark red blood stains on his clothes were constantly dyeing and spreading. As his breathing touched the muscles in his chest and abdomen, the blood stains spread faster and faster.

"Damn... he, fuck him!" Yegel cursed in disarray, "You stick with it, I'll put it in, put it in the medical box..."

Yegel pulled out the medical box under the seat with great effort and lifted the lid.

After seeing the common emergency medicines in the medical box, Yegel showed a brief hesitation. He first looked at the hemostatic bandages and medicines, and then looked at the disposable morphine preparations fixed to the inside of the medical box with elastic bands.

The syringe was then taken out and threw it at Wilson.

According to normal first aid measures, you should find a way to stop the bleeding of Wilson. It is best to pull out the steel pipe and suture the blood vessels, and use something like a stapler to stapl the muscles and skin at the wound...even if

You cannot remove the steel pipe, and at least you should apply hemostatic gel around the wound to prevent blood from flowing out.

But the severely deformed depressions on the four walls of the cockpit kept telling Yegel that at this time, any rescue measures seemed so unnecessary, such as tourniquets, hemostatic gels... At this time, they all

Not as useful as a painkiller.

I have to say that the tenacity of this temporary modified body was far beyond Yeger's expectations. Every time he was attacked by a giant eel in the deep sea, Yeger thought that the body was about to disintegrate, but it was hard

Stand up until now.

He also took out a syringe for himself and stuffed it into the fully automatic injection chamber on the deep diving suit.

As the medicine liquid is injected into the body, the pain on the tongue is slightly relieved.

"I, I don't know what to say now..." Although I was given a painkiller injection, the injury on my tongue still made Yegel's pronunciation very strange, like a big mouthful of ice cream in my mouth, "Maybe,

We should take this opportunity to write a suicide note... But I think even if we leave a suicide note, no one will see it."

"I'm not going to die here," Wilson said.

"Yes, we won't die here." Yegel nodded and said in accordance with the other party's words. It's time, and he doesn't want to argue with the person who is about to accompany him to death.

Wilson did not respond, but held the steel tube with both hands and pulled it out of his body.

The scene of blood shooting in imagination did not appear. The wound on Yegel's abdomen was exposed for only a short moment, and the wriggling granulation blocked the terrible hole.

"What, what?!" Yegel widened his eyes, and he immediately moved the focus of his eyes to Wilson's head. Similarly, at the wound on the top of his head, a blood-red piece of flesh condensed at some point.

The membrane wrapped the wound.

"You said you were the one who transformed people... But I have never seen such a transformed person before." Yegel said tremblingly, "This kind of recovery ability... cannot be obtained by modification surgery, it is absolutely impossible... you,

Who are you? No…who are you?”

"Now is not the time to discuss this with you." Wilson glanced at Yegel deeply and stood up from the ground. "If you want to live, cooperate with me."

[P.S. I am here to tell you that although there are indeed abundant blood vessels and nerves in the tongue, even if the tongue is bitten, it is difficult for people to die directly... The so-called "doing suicide by biting the tongue" is based on the author's own research,

It should be that the suffocation caused by swallowing the bitten tongue and blocking the trachea, or it is because of severe pain and death... But no matter how the cause of death is, it will not cause excessive blood loss.]
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