Chapter 643

Fortunately, junzhimu brought medical first aid supplies, antibiotics and scalpels this time, which played a great role Samba, they're helping you. "

"Don't move... It's disinfectant. It's a little irritating. It's OK after use. You can bear it."

The old ghost and the monkey never thought that the medical supplies they brought were used to rescue a savage.

It's a very dangerous thing to operate on the wild man. The old ghost and the monkey disinfect the wound, but they don't start the operation.

The savage is three meters tall. He has a huge body and strong hair. His face is covered with beard, chest hair and feet hair. His skin is rough and dark. His muscles are strong and ferocious. He has thick arms and a fist as big as their head.

"Do you have any anesthetics?"

The monkey whispered in the old ghost's ear. He was afraid that the savage would be angry for a moment and kill them both with one fist.

Old ghost also very helpless, "No."

Last time the ship encountered a big storm, the hull was damaged, and many spare parts were washed away by sea water, but no anesthetic was found.

To operate on such a King Kong, how dare you do without anesthetic.

"Hurry up

But Qiao Baoer on one side urges them fiercely.

If it wasn't for Qiao bao'er who had been comforting and accompanying samba, how could Samba lie so peacefully and let them draw on him with a knife.

The old ghost had to deal with the gunshot wound on Samba's leg. After the wound was disinfected, he clenched the scalpel and cautiously made a cut in the wound, ready to take out the bullet with the camera. But Samba suddenly forced, he instinctively pulled back his leg in pain. Almost the scalpel cut the main artery on his leg. The old ghost stopped immediately, and was scared.

"This operation can't be done." The old ghost cried out anxiously.

Qiao bao'er was more anxious. Seeing that the wound on Samba's leg was bleeding more, he angrily scolded, "who shot Samba? You've done this to samba. If you don't cure him, I'll fight with you!"

Old ghost forehead cold sweat dripping, this Qiao Baoer thin small, momentum but with their Jun little so.

"Samba, don't worry. I'll take revenge for you if you have something good or bad!"

Because it was night and they were in a hurry to have an operation, the doors and windows of the room were closed tightly, countless candles were lit, and their only two high-strength flashlights were also used, while the outside of the palace was dark.

Junzhimu and Lu Qinan stood outside the room, looking at the bright light in the room. There were several figures quarreling inside, and Qiao Baoer's angry voice.

"How could Joe get along so well with the savages." Lu Qinan was puzzled and didn't understand.

Listening to Qiao bao'er's scolding in the room, Lu Qinan was a little nervous. Samba shot the gun in his leg

Then I thought that Samba's most serious injury was the shot in his left chest.

I don't know if I can get the bullet out smoothly. In case the savage is bleeding, how can they give blood transfusion to the savage? Is there any blood type for the savage's blood transfusion? What's the blood type of samba? Damn, it's too complicated.

"... bless the savage to get better soon."

Lu Qinan was very anxious and said to himself, "this big man should not die. He should not die."

Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at junzhimu beside him, "Zhimu, you say, how did Qiao bao'er get along with this savage so well? According to the instinct of the male savage, he violated Qiao bao'er..."

Lu Qinan himself couldn't make sense of it, and his mind was in a mess.

Jun Zhimu was silent, and he was looking at the familiar shadow in the room. His face was complicated, his brow was tight, and he seemed to be anxious.

Samba was seriously injured. Two bullets were taken out of his body, especially the one in his left chest. It took five or six hours to get it out. It was Qiao Baoer who operated the knife and stitched it.

After the two bullets were taken out, other internal injuries were less complicated, and the old ghost and monkey in the room were relieved.

Samba fell into a severe coma again because of the pain.

Qiao bao'er knew that besides trauma, samba's internal injury and internal bleeding were also serious. Although she gave him a few life-saving pills, she was still worried that he would not be able to sleep.

"... don't wake him up. Let him repair himself. I feel that the savage's life is tenacious."

The old ghost quickly cleaned up the scalpel and other tools, and the monkey wiped the blood stains on one side. Looking at the faint savage's chest undulating slightly, he had to admire the savage's tenacious vitality.

There's no anesthetic, so it's hard to survive.

Old ghost and monkey carrying medical supplies pushed open the door, Qiao Baoer did not go out, she still sat by the bed watching samba.

The modern decoration of the palace is too strange and uneasy for samba.

When it was close to dawn, samba woke up by himself, and Qiao bao'er immediately went over and whispered, "it's OK, it's OK, samba, you'll be better soon."

Qiao Baoer will always remember that once she was poisoned by eating by mistake, samba took good care of her in his way.

Although Samba was very formal and uneasy about this strange environment, he seemed to be more calm when he saw Qiao bao'er around him. He closed his eyes, purred weakly in his mouth, and fell asleep.

Samba said that he felt very tired and wanted to go to bed. He would get up after a while.

Qiao bao'er sat on one side, looking at Samba who was seriously injured, full of guilt.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, the people in the palace sent some breakfast in. Without speaking, Qiao bao'er looked at the breakfast and waved to the other party to go out.

"... doesn't she have breakfast?"

Lu Qinan and Zhu Xiaowei nervously went to ask the servant.

"Did you ask her to come out and let her rest in another room?"

Most of the servants in the palace were bought from outside the island. They signed a contract to buy out the young men and women who sold books. "... she seemed very worried about the savage."

Even those who were bought to work on the island looked down on savages. Even the blood of savages was very fishy. I really don't understand why the young lady in them was worried about a savage.

Lu Qinan and they finally find Qiao bao'er. They are very excited, but now they dare not go in and talk to her.

Three days have passed.

With his tenacious vitality, samba recovered quickly from his injuries, and his wounded leg could move slowly and get out of bed in a small step.

"... don't get out of bed for a while. I'll lie down for a few days."

Samba had a serious gunshot wound in his left chest. If it hadn't been for his thick skin, the bullet would have missed the edge of his heart, and the immortal would not have been able to save him.

Samba felt better, his dark eyes had a look, and he muttered to her.

Samba says it's not safe here.

[the villains here are very dangerous. We're going home]

"... don't worry, I know them." Qiao bao'er didn't say he was a friend, he just said he knew her.

Zhu Xiaowei brought some porridge and barbecue, pushed the door gently and came in. She heard Qiao Baoer talking to the savage.

I couldn't help laughing bitterly. It was a terrible way to meet again.