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Sidorov immediately pointed at Sergei and said, "You're talking bullshit! When did the boss ever give such an order?!"
Sergei snorted. "The boss gave me orders, so do I have to tell you everything?"
He turned around and said to Lu Tingxiao and the others, "Don't worry, no one will dare to touch you without General Pushkin's consent."
Lu Tingxiao stood up and said, "Since the governor of Oregon has summoned us, we still have to go and talk."
He looked up at the team members and said, "Ling Shi, Ning Fu, you two follow me. Everyone else, rest inside."
Sergei extended his hand and said politely, "Please."
Before he could take a step, two of Sidorov's subordinates blocked his way.
"Stop!" Sidorov was almost furious. "Dostoyevsky, you know the consequences of falsely conveying the boss's orders!"
Sergei snorted, pushed away the two people blocking his way, and walked out first.
The soldiers he brought immediately stepped forward and separated Sidorov's men.
Lu Tingxiao and the other two followed Sergei out.
They left the yard and walked out to the street. When they turned a corner, Sergei suddenly stopped.
He turned around and looked at Lu Tingxiao, as if he had something to say.
"General, please speak frankly." Lu Tingxiao said, "Who are you going to save?"
After hearing this, Sergei was stunned.
Ling Shi and the others were also stunned.
Who to save?
Why is this information a bit inconsistent?
Could it be that Lu Tingxiao was just guessing?
Sergei was silent for several seconds before he finally sighed, the disguise on his face falling away: "He is my only son."
He seemed to have aged several years in an instant, and the tough military dignity around him was completely gone, leaving only the worry of a middle-aged father.
When he heard that he really needed to save someone, Ling Shi couldn't help but ask, "What happened to him?"
Sergei looked at him. "Yesterday afternoon, my boy Dima was out on a mission. Unfortunately... he was bitten by a Rotten Man."
"We gave him a treatment... a treatment that was invented in Ohio. Overnight, his condition... was really not good."
Ling Shi asked anxiously, "Can we go and rescue him first? It will be the same if we go later to General Pushkin's place."
"With all due respect, your treatment can't save anyone. If it's delayed for too long, it will be very dangerous."
Sergei looked a little dejected. "There's no need to go to General Pushkin. That was just an excuse."
"But... I'm sorry, I have a question. Please answer it truthfully, little brother."
Ling Shi: "You ask."
"It's said that China has developed a new treatment that can completely cure the bites of the Corrupted Man." Sergei spoke with some excitement. "...Is it true?"
Ling Shi glanced at Lu Tingxiao, who showed no particular reaction. He replied, "Yes."
Sergei's eyes lit up: "Then you must have brought this kind of treatment agent with you on this mission!"
"No." Ling Shi shook his head.
Sergei's expression suddenly became dejected, and his original hope turned into despair.
He lowered his head for a moment before he managed to pull himself together: "Since you didn't bring it, you can't save my son."
"Forget it, I made the wrong bet this time. I'll find a way to get you out as soon as possible."
He was about to turn around when Lu Tingxiao laughed.
"Your intelligence capabilities in Ohio are really poor," Lu Tingxiao said lazily. "You know China has a treatment, but you don't know how it was developed?"
Sergei was stunned, his feet were nailed to the spot: "What do you mean?"
"We brought a doctor." Lu Tingxiao glanced at Ning Fu and said, "That's the one with fair complexion."
"So-called healing agents are not as effective as his healing abilities."
Sergei was stunned.
There were more than a dozen White Eagle team members, and the captain only brought two of them.
One is the deputy captain and the other is this doctor.
He actually knew in advance that he had to bring a doctor?
After a few seconds, Sergei regained his composure, changed his expression, and said with a smile, "It's my fault. I didn't ask clearly and was so impatient. I made you all laugh."
"Come," he said, making a "please" gesture, "I'll take you to see the patient."
Before Lu Tingxiao could say anything, Ling Shi had already followed.
He sighed and followed.
Sergei seemed to be in a hurry, taking long strides as he walked ahead. He would turn back every two steps, as if he wanted to hurry Lu Tingxiao and the others, but he couldn't push too hard because he had something to ask of them, and he felt a bit embarrassed.
Ning Fu took two or three steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Sergei: "Can you tell me about your son's situation?"
Sergei's eyes lit up and he immediately started muttering.
Behind them, Ling Shi pulled Lu Tingxiao and quickened his pace.
He tilted his head slightly and whispered in Lu Tingxiao's ear, "How did you know he would come to us? How did you guess his son was injured?"
The air he exhaled hit Lu Tingxiao's earlobe, making him feel itchy.
Lu Tingxiao followed suit, leaning close to his ear and whispering, "The three powers must check and balance each other. Sidorov wants us dead, and Sergei must keep us alive."
"However, the most important thing is that a corner of his shirt was stained with blood yesterday. In his position, he wouldn't be on missions, yet he didn't bother to straighten his appearance when meeting with an important visitor. There's only one reason: someone important to him was seriously injured, and he didn't have the time or the energy to do it."
Ling Shi understood and nodded.
The scent of Lu Tingxiao's voice flowed across his earlobe, making him feel a little itchy. He subconsciously turned his head and avoided it.
Unexpectedly, Lu Tingxiao suddenly hugged his shoulders and hugged him tightly: "Why are you hiding?"
Ling Shi only felt that he was being embraced in a warm embrace, and the side of his arm hit the elastic muscles, and his whole body was numb.
Before he could even think, his elbow had already struck out forcefully: "What are you hugging?"
The collision happened to hit Lu Tingxiao's waist.
He gasped, but his arm tightened a little without loosening, and he said jokingly: "Are you a grown-up girl? You won't even let me touch you."
At this point, Sergei turned around and said, "Captains, my residence is nearby and we'll be there soon."
Under Sergei's gaze, Lu Tingxiao lowered his hand and smiled, "Okay. But, I heard that you need a pass to travel within the base? Will we be arrested as refugees when we return later?"
Sergei was stunned. "It was my oversight. I'll tell my adjutant to prepare it for you."
Lu Tingxiao: "Thank you, General."
Led by Sergei, they walked quickly along the way, crossed two streets, and after seven or eight minutes, they arrived at a small garden.
It is rare to find such a place with birds singing and flowers blooming in a steel forest like the Ohio base.
Sergei led them through the small garden to a magnificent three-story villa. In terms of size, it was two or three times the size of the villa Lu Tingxiao and his friends had lived in before.
The adjutant had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw them, he immediately opened the door and welcomed them in.
Sergei walked in quickly and asked, "How is Dima?"
Smirnov said solemnly, "General, you'd better go and take a look."
Sergei almost ran, and kept looking back at Ning Fu.
Ning Fu followed him very consciously.
Lu Tingxiao "tsk"ed: "It doesn't look good."
"Don't be such a pessimist." Ling Shi hurried after him, "As long as it's not completely rotten, it can be saved."
Several people jogged towards the stairs to the second floor.
As soon as they reached the second floor, they heard a roar like that of a wild beast. The sound was not loud and was intermittent, but it showed the dire condition of the owner of the sound.
Sergei could no longer maintain his composure and rushed into the bedroom.
Ling Shi and the others followed in and saw a handsome young man lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.
His eyes were bloodshot, his arms were being held down on both sides, he was screaming with his mouth open, and struggling desperately.
Ning Fu walked forward quickly: "Where is the wound?"
A soldier holding the boy down lifted the blanket and said, "It's on the chest."
He unbuttoned the boy's shirt, revealing his white chest.
The moment he saw the wound, Ling Shi's heart skipped a beat.
Oh no, the wound is right on the heart.
Sure enough, Ning Fu said, "The situation isn't good. I can't guarantee he'll survive. Bring me the surgical instruments."
Sergei immediately called for preparations. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he stood with Ning Fu at his side. "Doctor Ning, if you can save my son, I will owe you a big favor. I will agree to anything you ask."
Ning Fu nodded: "I will do my best."
The surgical instruments were quickly brought and placed on the small table beside the bed.
Ning Fu took out the knife, disinfected it, and then removed the gauze covering the wound.
The situation down there was worse than he had expected.
No blood was flowing out of the wound, which had turned blue-black, the typical color of a rotting human.
He gripped the knife tightly and slashed at the wound.
The boy was stimulated and roared louder and struggled harder.
The two people beside him used all their strength to barely hold him down.
The rotten part of his wound was cut away, revealing the tender flesh underneath. Blood gushed out again, but soon changed color.
Ning Fu stretched out his left hand and began to use his healing ability.
Streams of heat flowed out from the palm of his hand and flowed into the wound on the boy's left chest.
As the black rotten flesh fell off, the tender flesh turned black again at an extremely fast speed.
He treated it for a long time, turning a lot of the rotten meat into ashes, but the tender meat continued to rot.
Ning Fu's forehead was covered with sweat. "It's too late. Maybe... it's too late."
Sergei beside him staggered, took two steps back and almost fell.
A soldier next to him was quick-witted and supported him in time.
Sergei's lips trembled, his chest heaving, his eyes glued to the boy's pale face: "Save him, save him, he's only 17. Too young."
A look of despair appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Ling Shi walked around to the other side of the bed and grabbed the boy's arm.
Purification began to occur under his hands, and he felt a slight coolness seeping into his palms.
"It'll be fine, I'm sure she'll be able to be rescued."
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