The strongest healer

Chapter 140 Shadow
The soldier who woke up collapsed on the ground.

He touched the wet and cold blood on his clothes in despair, then raised his fingers and touched his cheek carefully. His fingertips touched a piece of viscous liquid. He lowered his head and looked at his fingertips. The bright red blood was dazzling.

There was a fishy taste in his mouth. He seemed to realize something and looked past Song Shi to the tent door.

When he saw something, his pupils suddenly shrank, he pinched his throat and vomited.

A pool of red and pink pieces of vomit splattered on the ground.

Song Shi lowered his eyes and looked at it. It was a human organization.

She turned her head and looked toward the tent door.

There was a guard lying there, a soldier responsible for the safety of the healers in the tents. One was placed in each tent.

When a soldier loses control, they will shoot the soldier who loses control.

It was dark before, and she could vaguely see the other person lying on the ground, with the gun thrown aside.

At this time, the black air dissipated, and the soldier's appearance became clear.

A section of his neck was missing, as if it had been bitten by a wild animal. His head was leaning against the tent door frame at a very twisted angle, his eyes widened and his pupils dilated.

The black energy was hidden in his body and had not been purified away by the purification disk. At this time, it was shuttled back and forth in his body, like a giant wriggling worm.

Song Shi walked forward, knelt on one knee, and put his fingers on his wrist.

The skin was cold and there was no pulse.

Song Shi tried to input the power of repair, covering his broken neck.

Deactivated cells are unresponsive and do not replicate.

The power of repair is of no use either.

Song Shi stood up.

"He...can he still be saved?"

It was the soldier who lost control earlier.

He hurriedly got up from the ground, stumbled over and stared at Song Shi hopefully.

He placed his last hope on Song Shi.

Song Shi shook his head.

The soldier's face suddenly turned pale. He didn't make any movement and froze in place. He couldn't believe it, and he couldn't tolerate that he had killed his comrade.

This will shadow him for the rest of his life.

Song Shi avoided him and walked towards a hospital bed nearby.

The soldier on the hospital bed had his eyes closed, his eyelids twitching uneasily, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

Song Shi looked at several other hospital beds one after another. The soldiers lying on them were all in the same condition.

Everyone in this tent was infected by the black air.

"Report it quickly." Song Shi said.

This kind of thing is considered an emergency, and it is not something that she and Yu Aichen, two students, can resolve on their own.

Must be reported.

"I've already reported it." Yu Aichen's face turned pale.

After a while, three doctors from the military hospital arrived with more than a dozen soldiers.

They controlled the previously out-of-control soldiers, and after inviting Song Shi and Yu Aichen out, they began to provide in-depth comfort to a room full of wounded patients who were slightly infected by the black gas.

Song Shi and Yu Aichen stood outside the tent.

"Why are you alone?" Song Shi asked, unscrewing a bottle of nutrient solution and drinking it.

The tent has twenty beds, and four healing students are assigned to it.

"He couldn't bear it anymore, so I asked him to go back and rest." Yu Aichen touched his face in despair and said tiredly, "I am too self-righteous. If there are two of us together, at least one of us will have time to go out and call for rescue."

If it weren't for Song Shi's sharpness, he would have ended up like that guard today.

Thinking of the death of the guard, he got goosebumps all over his body, and his originally hungry stomach felt a little nauseated.

He glanced at the girl next to him.

The girl was enjoying the nutrient solution and was not affected at all by the bloody scene just now.

Song Shi noticed that he was looking at her, hesitated, took one out of his pocket and handed it to him, "Do you want to drink it?"

Yu Aichen lowered his gaze. The nutrient solution is red.

He thought of the broken and bloody neck.

"vomit!"

He covered his mouth and squatted in the bushes to retching.

Song Dynasty: "..."

If you don't want to drink it, you won't drink it, and you will vomit, which affects other people's appetite.

Put the nutrient solution back into your pocket.

……

Song Shi was called to take notes.

After all, a soldier died tragically, and we still need to investigate what happened.

This is an extraordinary time, and the transcript only took fifteen minutes.

The only two people in the entire tent who were awake were Song Shi and Yu Aichen.

The two recounted the specific situation at that time, and without any flaws, they were allowed to leave and return to their respective posts.

As for why Song Shi was able to subdue an injured patient who lost control, one of the soldiers responsible for questioning had worked in a military hospital for a period of time.

She had witnessed the scene where Song Shi grabbed the head of an out-of-control soldier and smashed it to death, and she didn't think there was any problem with Song Shi's performance this time.

"Xiao Song, I will try to report your deeds this time. When everything is over, I will give you credit."

The unsmiling female soldier patted Song Shi on the shoulder and proposed very seriously.

She believed that Song Shi’s contribution this time was enough to apply for a commendation:
Rescued an S-class healer and nineteen injured patients in the ward.

"Thank you." Song Shi did not refuse.

"Well, work hard and we will win."

Song Shi nodded.

Before leaving, Song Shi proposed to purify each tent regularly.

"Although the amount of black energy brought into the tent by each injured patient is small, when it accumulates to a certain concentration, it will also affect the mental state of other injured patients."

"The people who were sent here were already in critical condition and were easily invaded by black energy."

There are suction devices installed in hospitals, but there are none in these tents.

"To prevent this situation from happening again in the future, regular purification is necessary." Song Shi said.

"I'll report it as soon as possible to see what the superiors' arrangements are."

Currently, there is a shortage of manpower, and arranging regular purifications means that some of the healers' mental power cannot be used on the injured. This needs to be carefully considered, and it is uncertain whether it can be implemented.

"Okay." Song Shi checked the computer time. After struggling for so long, it was time for her to take up her post.

After saying hello to the other party, Song Shi walked towards the tent he was responsible for.

Seeing Song Shi coming, Chen Yueqing greeted her with panda eyes and dragged heavy steps towards the rest tent.

Song Shi started this morning's workload neatly.

Song Shi didn't rest for the whole morning.

The front lines are still constantly withdrawing injured people, and sometimes awakened people appear.

Most of the awakened people sent back were sophomores and first-year students at Tomorrow University, delivering supplies and carrying injured people on the front lines. A small number of them were college students from other bases and also came to Base 11 for support.

"~"

A less than standard whistle came from the bed next door.

Song Shizheng raised his hand and pressed the green button on the bedside of his bed.

The injured patient who had just been repaired on the bed had fallen into a deep sleep and needed to be carried away.

Hearing the whistle, Song Shi looked up.

"Hello, which base are you from?"

It's a boy with bombarded hair.

Song Shi's eyes moved down. Half of his body's clothes were scorched and barely hanging on his body. The exposed skin was charred and hard, like meat that had been fried repeatedly on a stove.