MTL - Imperfections-Chapter 26 Heartbeat suddenly speeding up

As soon as Lu Bixing's hand touched Lin Jingheng's back, the hot blood immediately stained his hand. He quickly and panickedly hung his hand, supported the weight of the opponent with a stiff shoulder, and his legs were shaking for a while.

Just before the emergency jump, the wound was torn apart and Lin Jingheng's eyes became dark for a while, but his consciousness remained firmly attached to the spiritual net.

He remained silent for a while before he had enough energy, and he could hardly say, "Can't die, help me."

If the injury of the back spine is in the primitive era, it is basically a high paraplegia. Lin Jingheng briefly lost control of his limbs, his body continued to slide down, his chin rested on Lu Bixing's shoulder, and the tip of his nose swept over his neck. Quick and shallow breathing.

Lu Bixing: "What did you say?"

"It's okay, it's ... repaying you once."

After listening to this later sentence, Lu Bixing first stayed a while, then suddenly a heartless fire broke out in his heart, and he wanted to curse over a long time. It is a pity that he has been a model for many years, and has become accustomed to Sven's rational big-tail wolf. This part of the function is degraded. He didn't think of a suitable word for a moment.

During the previous jump, all four students were in the nursing cabin and had been treated with special medicines. However, they could not appreciate the thrill of moving the internal organs. At this time, they finally realized what a “naked leap” that caught them off guard and was shocked on the spot. In one place, the best-looking cockfighting crawled to the corner trash can and vomited.

But this time, no one took care of them.

Because the law on the protection of minors is established by alliances, since the alliances are about to blow lights and wax wax, minors want to survive in the desolate universe, and relying on nihilistic legislation is not enough.

The mobile emergency pod had slipped from the medical room, the one-eyed eagle walked over with its back, bent over and Lin Jingheng looked at each other.

Cold sweat spreads out along Lin Jingheng's eyelashes, as if a layer of water film has formed, and the eyes under the water film are still full of dense fog, which is indistinguishable.

The one-eyed eagle has to admit that although the pillar of the Alliance Military Commission is not a thing, when it comes to doing it, it really is its own fate, and it also protects Lu Bixing's "human tiger sign." The arms dealer's mood is very complicated-according to common sense, when he knows that the secret that he has protected for more than 20 years has been leaked, it is time to kill him. At this moment, he looks at Lin Jingheng, and he hates that the door of the car just exploded a little bit. Divide this person directly into two, one hundred.

However, he also knew that Lin Jingheng couldn't die at this knot.

"The medicine cabinet was not replenished in time. You heard it," Cyclops said. "It's the only thing left when you come. Save it. How much life-saving you need, say for yourself."

In order to save effort, Lin Jingheng did not speak by himself, and directly controlled the radio in the mech through the spiritual network. He asked with the voice of the machine, "What about the medicine box inventory?"

"Miniature surgical instruments are barely enough, and trauma supplies-there are not many healing agents."

"Local anesthesia, connect me with broken bones and nerves, and the wound is sutured directly without healing agent."

Lu Bixing has been carefully avoiding his wound. The one-eyed eagle is not so gentle. After listening to the wounds' own opinions, he directly took Lin Jingheng away from his mother-in-law's son and threw it into the emergency room. Good first-aid procedures, and asked: "What about plasma, antibiotics and painkillers ... Oh, there are not many painkillers, antibiotics seem to be running out."

Lin Jingheng replied with regret: "Never."

Lu Bixing reached out to stop: "Go to you, no!"

The one-eyed eagle grabbed his wrist with a rare cold light in his eyes: "He is a very sad man. In these years, those who want his life can go from here to Votor, Lin Shang will be able to It ’s not your face to live to this day, right? "

The emergency capsule rolled out smoothly and drove to the medical room. Lin Jingheng closed his eyes and coldly hooked his mouth: "Reward."

The one-eyed eagle will bow to the ground with patience and will bow down and ask, "Don't you even believe what Dad said?"

"You don't have to follow the chaos." Lu Bixing shakes him off firmly and expresses his position with action-chasing the past.

Cyclops: "..."

There is a time-honored question: Dad and this little white face fall into the water at the same time, who do you plan to fish first?

Old Persian cats don't really want to know this answer now.

He screamed indignantly: "If this scourge really died like that, it means that he is not as useful as the legend, and he regrets death-do you need to give me the spiritual net?"

Lin Jingheng ignored him.

Zhan Lu answered for his master: "He doesn't have this habit."

"Oh, yes, even if you are asleep, you still have one eye to look around. The Alliance is persecuted with paranoia, and even the villagers of our eighth galaxy are thundering." The one-eyed eagle laughed lazily, Turning around, I looked at a few students who had just climbed up the wall. "It's so weak, what it looks like. Overnight, the house is ruined and there is nothing at all. I get used to it a few times, whoever lives longer is who. Winner. Now go to rest. Long-distance travel needs to maintain a stable biological clock. The mecha must be adjusted to day and night mode. Since some people are willing to be affected, I will eat and sleep well. I will still keep my strength and cut the iron head. Come down and feed the dog. "

His voice had just fallen, and Lin Jingheng, who had been pushed into the medical room, seemed to hear it. The brightness in the mecha began to gradually decline, and the original daylight-like lighting gradually dimmed. In the end, only the instrument and the stepping lights on the steps ... There is also fluorescent grass planted by Principal Lu.

Pulled down a layer of artificial night.

This small mech has a total of two floors, with a narrow staircase along the edge, which can go up to the second floor. There are several small rooms lined up at that end. The furnishings are simple. The standard set is unpacked, and no one has lived at a glance.

The one-eyed eagle said to rest and rest, went to the innermost room and closed the door to sleep.

Lu Bixing patrolled outside the medical room, and looked down at his blood on his hands.

White called him carefully: "Teacher ..."

Lu Bixing was agitated, as if only to return to God, remembering that there were so many small burdens around him, quickly adjusted his expression, and compose his composure: "Listen ... cough, listen to him, take a rest first, if you can't sleep yourself , You can have one for two. The right is the male bedroom and the female bedroom. "

Huang Jingyi asked, "How about you?"

"I need to start arranging the orientation of the underground channel, and it is not a danger yet." Lu Bixing paused for a moment, straightened up. "There are more biochemical methods than physical methods for pirates outside the region. I do n’t have solid foundation without antibiotics. From tomorrow on, you will Entering the special training state, the time of the mecha should now be Voto Universe time-around 5 o'clock in the morning, dark at around 19 o'clock in the evening, and 14 hours in the day. Our training time will reach seven hours, including physical fitness, Weightlessness, transition adaptation, there will be no more care cabins for you to lie down. "

What qualities do a person walking in space need? The students have no concept and are immersed in a daze. Fortunately, there is a person who tells them what to do next. A few hooligans and little sisters were docile and abnormal, and they complimentedly went to the small room on the second floor. The escaped soldiers and wild horses came to an end, and the mech was briefly quiet, leaving only a vegetative state of 0.01. , Tied tightly by the ecological electric shock rope.

Lu Bixing sat alone under the fluorescent grass, opened a personal terminal, and tried to concentrate, but the text and code on the page seemed to automatically develop a repulsive magnetic field, but it did not fall on his retina.

He stared at the page for twenty minutes and heard the depressive weeping sound finally coming upstairs.

In this artificial night of deep silence, all the tense nerves slackened briefly, allowing the reflex arc to run through the cruel journey, and the night should be turned into a sword, breaking the small armor they had made with their busy work.

Lu Bixing listened intently. I don't know how long after that, those fine weeping sounds became lower and lower, until there was no movement.

After dozens of hours of stress, the teenagers finally fell asleep in boundless anxiety and fear.

Electronic clocks flashed on the door of the mech, indicating that it was 20:30 in the time of Voto space time, and the seat of the Alliance Parliament should be in the night. At Xinghai College in Beijing Xing, this time was exactly his morning arrival time.

Lu Bixing automatically popped up the schedule on his personal terminal, reminding him of daily chores step by step.

His plan was written as follows: 1. He should have returned to school as planned and criticized the four bear children by name (key work); 2. Borrowed questions and revised the second edition of the school rules and regulations; 3. Spot checks in the middle of the week (Xiaozizi) We certainly haven't started writing), only the argument is required, and the full text is not needed for the time being.

There is also a line of small remarks written by himself, "I think the future of humankind" is a bit big? Will there be a dozen fantasy novels by then?

Behind the question mark is a hand-drawn grimace.

Lu Bixing faced his face painted for a moment, his shoulders suddenly collapsed. He hugged his head and lay silently on the small bar. The pair of shoulders that stood up seemed like two crumbling mountains.

Because Mr. Lu's chicken soup all day is fake chicken soup blended with artificial sodium glutamate, it is just a similar taste. If someone lifts the lid, there will be only a pot of pale boiling water in it.

Gloria's home, a six-million-dome school, a newly-built laboratory, five years of hard work ... he can leave it alone if he doesn't want it.

But when his job advertisement was sent out, he had just received two resumes and was lying quietly in his mailbox without opening.

His students had not had time to sub-college, and his arrogant thesis assignments had not yet been received. The blueprint he had imagined countless times before, without drawing a side, fell apart.

In the medical room, a miniature surgical instrument for repairing bones, nerves and muscles withdrew the wounds one by one. According to Lin Jingheng's advice, the wounds were simply and coarsely sutured and sprayed with a layer of ordinary disinfectant spray. Lin Jingheng tried to move his limbs and felt inconvenient. The one-eyed eagle bulletin had a vengeance. The operation mode was set very demented. The anesthetic was used very sparingly. The suture was not completely finished. His consciousness had begun to recover because of lack of pain This will cause the dull pain to begin to spread. Lin Jingheng's cold sweat swelled out after another, his back was stiff, and blood loss made him cold.

Zhan Lu, who accompanies him, said: "Your risk of infection is high. It is best to observe in a sterile medical room for 24 hours."

Lin Jingheng ignored: "Water."

After drinking a few sips of electrolyte-supplemented water, he moved his hands and feet hard, and he didn't listen to the numbness he hadn't passed yet. As soon as Lin Jingheng tried to stand up, he took a step.

Zhanlu raised his hand to catch him: "Sir ..."

"Shh," Lin Jingheng snapped at him, "Don't make a noise, I have a headache."

Zhanlu answered swiftly: "My volume is lower than the set average, and you feel a headache, probably because your body temperature is too high."

Lin Jingheng pushed away his hand, took a few steps instability, forcibly made himself used to a temporary half-legged body, and said to Zhan Lu: "Don't come over."

He just walked out of the medical room and came to Lu Bixing silently. The soothing white noise in the mech in the night mode automatically covered his light footsteps.

Lin Jingheng did not start the other person, and he sat down quietly, looking through the still blurred vision, he looked at the young man curled up into a ball.

Maybe it was affected by anesthesia. Lin Jingheng had a lot of things to say, many questions to ask, and asked him: "Did you grow up at Gloria Star when you were a kid, did you have a good time? Did the One-Eyed Eagle mention Luxin and the Alliance to you? thing?"

"It's nothing like the one-eyed eagle. How did you grow up? There is this weird ambition to run a school. What do you think? Is it influenced by your mother?"

"Why aren't your body and brain genotypes right? What happened exactly five years after you and your mother arrived in the eighth galaxy?"

"What do you like and don't like?"

"Is there any wish? Is there anything ... I especially want it, but the old Persian cat wouldn't give you something?"

"Don't cry, don't cry ... still want Xinghai College? May I help you build another one in the future?"

However, these words rose and fell in his heart. Through the spiritual web, the water spread like waves, scattered among the boundless stars, and did not flow into anyone's ears.

Lu Bixing kept lying down until the middle of the night to clean up his embarrassed mood. When he got up, he took a picture from the wine cabinet next to him. Then he stood up, took off his blood-stained coat, and planned to wash his face and start doing business seriously.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he unexpectedly saw that the person who was supposed to rest in the emergency cabin was sitting quietly not far behind him. Because he had not used the healing agent, he was covered with bandages, He didn't dare to lean on his back, his body could only lean forward uncomfortably, and he was already asleep with his head on his back.

Lu Bixing held his breath involuntarily. After a while, he stomped over and walked down, squatting down on his knees, looking at Lin Jingheng's face slightly downward from the bottom up.

This man's eyebrows are very clear, there is a contour that can be drawn, the eyebrows are still twisted gently, the lips are bloodless, the lips are beautiful, but they are very tight, as if they were born to say no, they are covered with bandages. The shoulders were flat and wide, exposing only a little skin on the corners.

Lu Bixing looked at him for a while, and the ghost sent out his hand, and when he returned, he found that his finger had almost touched the general's chin.

Lu Bixing was startled, and quickly retracted his fingers awkwardly, squatting unconsciously, and sat on the ground with one butt.

The heartbeat suddenly speeded up.