Chapter 408: You always have fun! (1/2)

Fearing that it would be uncomfortable to remain in Feng Xinglang's muscles, Cong just wanted to take it out of Feng Xinglang's muscles before the anesthetic was effective.

Cong Gang first touched lightly with his fingertips: knowing that Feng Xinglang was still under anesthesia and felt no pain at all, but Cong Gang was still cautiously tight. Fearing that he hurt his Feng Erye.

But the entire biceps was touched, and the tracker was not touched.

How could it be gone? Is it found out by Hetun?

Cong Gang carefully opened the gauze on the wound and found that the area of ​​the wound was larger. Not the kind that was hurt by a blunt instrument ...

It should be taken out!

It is impossible for your own body to squeeze that thing out in such a short time. But maybe it ’s been a long time.

If the tracker is not lost, it is not important for Feng Xinglang who has been rescued by him. As long as the tracker is activated, that thing is also equivalent to a discarded plastic-like item and has no value.

After a pause, it seemed to be idle and idle, Cong just wanted to activate that tracker, and wanted to see where it went. Will it still be somewhere in Feng Xinglang's body? Because of the kind of plastic material, ordinary instruments cannot detect it.

But when he stood up, he found that the trigger was still in the canvas bag, and the canvas bag was still on the yacht when he escaped.

At that time, he was anxious to go ashore. Cong Gang's heart was completely concerned about Feng Erye, who was severely injured. Although he had done early hemostasis and infusion treatment for Feng Xinglang, Cong Gang knew that those could not last long. The bullets in Feng Xinglang's body must be removed as soon as possible.

Feng Xinglang, who was injured in his leg and left Hun's chamber, could no longer be carried away from the yacht by shoulder-carrying; Cong Gang could only hold Feng Xinglang on the shore of the off-road vehicle by using horizontal support.

Naturally, he couldn't make a move to carry back his canvas bag. Of course, at that time, Cong Gang didn't think of any canvas bag at all, he only wanted to leave Feng Xinglang as soon as possible and race against the clock to get a bullet operation.

Before leaving, Cong had already told Dr. Liang to be fully prepared. He asked Dr. Liang to prepare 6,000 milliliters of blood, which was almost enough for Feng Xinglang to change the whole body.

Because Cong Gang knows Hetun too! He knew Hetun wouldn't let Feng Xinglang make a multiple choice.

At this moment Cong Gang, of course, would not abandon Feng Xinglang, who was seriously injured and unconscious, and went to pick up a canvas bag.

In Cong Gang's eyes, no one else, anything, is more important than him.

He quietly looked at Feng Xinglang who was still in a coma, and from time to time he glanced at the vital signs detector which gradually became stable.

He knew that it was only a matter of time before Feng Xinglang woke up.

Because of the need to stitch the cracked scalp, Feng Xinglang's unruly short hair has been shaved. Although it does not affect his handsomeness, Cong Gang always feels that Feng Xinglang still keeps his hair more handsome.

So, he found a soft towel and put it on top of Feng Xinglang's head slightly, covering half of his forehead.

The blood on Feng Xinglang's wound had been cleaned up before and during the operation; however, other parts of the body were still dirty.

Cong Gangxiao has a clean habit. It's even better to see those surgical stains on Feng Xinglang's body.

He brought a basin of warm water, and a large area was wiped with a towel as soon as possible; for a small area, near the wound, he used medical gauze and wiped it little by little.

It feels more attentive than treating my own Laozi or my own son.

Only when Feng Xinglang covered the softest part of the warm towel, he murmured uneasily.

”It's me, Cong Gang ... It's okay ... you're safe now.”

Only after Cong murmured three times in a row, Feng Xinglang was quiet again.

Immediately after, I heard the nightmare from Feng Xinglang murmur:

”Snowfall ... Snowfall ... Save her ... Child ... Child ...”