Qin Feng walked into the rescue room,
On the hospital bed, the man's pants between his legs faintly showed red-black bloodstains spreading gradually.
Fortunately, he was still conscious, his face as pale as paper, lying on his side motionless, muttering something repeatedly.
"I can't die~ I can't die~ I can't die~~~"
"Can you hear me?"
He looked at the man, waved his hand, and saw the man blink.
"How many is this?"
Qin Feng held up one finger and said clearly.
"1~"
"And this?"
"2"
"Hold on, we're trying to save you."
"Thank you~"
The patient said, Qin Feng nodded, but his heart sank a little.
Because none of the man's answers were correct, although there was still light in his eyes, it was clear that there was a vision problem.
He glanced at the hideous piece of rebar sticking out of the top of his head, instantly mapping in his mind the insertion position and the distribution of cranial nerves.
