He must live
When Ding Ruotong finally regained consciousness, she saw Song Xuan, whose face was pale and looked like he had been drained of half his life, struggling to pull a flatbed cart with two people back.
He Tianlin, with a hole in his chest, looked pale and was barely breathing, hanging on to his last breath.
The unconscious Liu Xia seemed to be doing better, with the wounds on his body slowly healing, but his face had turned pale like a dead person due to excessive blood loss. Fortunately, his breathing was still steady and his life was not in danger. Compared with He Tianlin's condition, his condition was much better.
Ding Ruotong's mind, which had just regained consciousness, began buzzing again at the sight. She only remembered that Song Xuan didn't say much, and told her to drip Liu Xia's blood into the big hole in He Tianlin's chest every hour.
Song Xuan drove for ten hours straight without eating a single bite. He only drank water occasionally on the way to replenish the necessary water for his body. Apart from refilling the fuel tank with oil from the trunk, the car hardly stopped.
If Ding Ruotong did not have a concentration that was different from that of ordinary people, and if she did not keep her nerves tense for the entire ten hours to observe He Tianlin's condition, and if she did not accurately drip Liu Xia's blood into his chest once she found that something was wrong, no one else would be able to maintain concentration for such a long time, and He Tianlin probably would not be able to hold on for so long.
The scenery along the way gradually became desolate, even out of the ninth garbage area. The car only slowly stopped when a stone wall appeared in front of it.
That is the last line of defense to isolate the mutant creatures in the contaminated area. It is the city-state of Black Gold guarded by the headquarters of "Leviathan". The city has a total of two walls, and the endless stone wall in front of them is the first line of defense "Black Fortress".
Compared to the scattered and almost independent garbage areas in the wasteland, the City of Black Gold is more like a city with strict order. It not only has a hunting team dedicated to going out hunting, but also a defense team to protect the safety of the city, and a guard team directly under the Governor "Leviathan".
Song Xuan stopped the car and leaned back in his seat for a few seconds. His skin was twitching slightly from prolonged nervous tension, and there was still a stain of half-dried blood on his chin.
As the metallic clatter of the car door opened and closed was heard, Ding Ruotong looked at Song Xuan, whose face was ashen, wearing a protective shield. He took out an electronic pass with ease and negotiated with the guard at the door for half a minute. He was then allowed to pass and drove the black jeep with a dented front into the city safely.
Tires rolled over the mottled asphalt pavement of the main road. Many of the buildings in the city were remnants of buildings before the nuclear explosion. Traces of old commercial advertisements could still be vaguely seen on the mottled walls. Except for the super high-rise buildings, most of them were well maintained.
The crowd on the street was moving slowly. There were many pedestrians and a few vehicles on the main roads. It could be seen that even in the City of Black Gold, only a few people could drive cars.
Most of the pedestrians were wearing protective clothing made of radiation-proof fabric, and had a few prosthetic limbs modified on their bodies. The exposed mechanical prosthetic limbs shone with a cheap metallic luster in the sunlight.
However, most of these modifications are concentrated in the arms, throat and other parts, covering only about 10% of the body. The precision of the prosthesis is not complicated, and it is more like a prosthetic modification to assist basic work. Obvious welding scars can be seen at the joints, and a jerky "click" can be heard when the gears are running.
Song Xuan drove around and drove into a building complex near the edge of the city. The street scene suddenly became deserted and the population gradually became sparse.
On the occasional pedestrians, the metal coverage area has increased significantly, covering at least 20% of the body. There are many combat-oriented alloy prosthetic devices, and the eyes are completely replaced by infrared scanning mirrors. The protruding metal spine is faintly visible under the clothes.
Ding Ruotong stared blankly at the Black Gold City, which was completely different from the garbage area, and fell into deep thought unconsciously.
Song Xuan parked the car in front of a three-story building wrapped in bulletproof steel plates and pulled the handbrake hard. The physical exhaustion and ten hours of continuous driving made his face look very ugly. His temples were throbbing and his eyes were bloodshot.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and the movement of opening the car door was noticeably slower. When his right leg touched the ground, he felt a stabbing pain in his knee. His originally clear and cold voice became low and weak: "We're here."
When he opened the trunk, a pungent smell of metallic rust mixed with the smell of gasoline hit him in the face, making him feel a little dizzy. Song Xuan bent down and leaned in, pulled out the simple trailer that was pressed under the supplies and placed it on the ground. When he unfolded the trailer, it made a jerky "squeaking" sound, obviously it had not been oiled for a long time.
Song Xuan kicked the stuck axle. The violent movement made his eyes go black for a while. He had to hold the car body to slow down. The steel plate under his hands was a little hot from the sun, and the palm of his hand felt like it was burning.
Sitting still for a long time made Ding Ruotong's waist and legs so sore that they were unbearable. She slowly moved Liu Xia, who was lying on her legs, to the chair. It took her a long time to regain sensation in her numb legs.
The jeep was quite high, so she almost had to crawl out of it.
Assisting Song Xuan in lifting He Tianlin off the back seat, Ding Ruotong looked up at the building and said, "Is that the black market doctor you mentioned living in there?"
Song Xuan's metal prosthetic right hand had returned to its original shape, but he still had no strength to lift heavy objects. He panted, wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodded, and said nothing. Aside from being more talkative when he was with Liu Xia, he was generally quite taciturn when interacting with others.
This simple trailer could only carry one person, so Song Xuan and Ding Ruotong went back and forth twice before they were able to accommodate the two people.
As soon as I entered the gate, I saw a burly man leaning against the door, his body 60% mechanized. The micro-revolver machine gun mounted on his left shoulder made a "sizzling" calibration sound as he turned his head. His infrared prosthetic eye turned alertly to the outsider's face, and a big smile broke out on his fleshy face.
The burly man was obviously very familiar with Song Xuan, and he let them go without stopping them. He even noticed that Song Xuan's physical condition was not very good at the moment, so he helped the two of them put He Tianlin on the medical bed. Compared with his terrifying metal appearance, he was actually a very warm-hearted and kind person.
The black market doctor was an old man with a dry face who looked to be at least seventy years old. Both of his arms and fingers had been completely replaced with mechanical prosthetic limbs.
Completely different from the rough modifications often seen on the streets, the arms presented a perfectly streamlined design, covered with a coating similar to human skin. When each joint moved, the sophisticated mechanical structure underneath could be vaguely seen. It was obvious that these were a pair of precision instruments that were more flexible and sensitive than human hands.
Song Xuan chewed the energy bar the doctor had stuffed into his mouth and pointed at He Tianlin lying on the hospital bed and said, "Give him a heart transplant."
The black market doctor's mechanical prosthetic eye could be heard buzzing as the instrument magnified and contracted, and he looked amazed with excitement and curiosity on his face.
"A miracle, a miracle! This guy's heart was 90% destroyed, yet he's still alive? Are you kidding me?"
After saying this, the black market doctor looked at Song Xuan and chuckled, his wrinkles like ravines across his old face. "I only have ordinary mechanical pacemakers here. You know how difficult it is to get high-end products like these organs."
"With your skills, can't you tell whether I'm lying to you or not?"
Song Xuan struggled to swallow the disgusting energy bar in his mouth. He sighed, looked the black market doctor straight in the eye, and said without question, "Just tell me what you need in exchange. He must live."
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