In Wolf Fang, I Became the Godfather of Special Forces

Tang Ming immediately ran to the soldier's side, turned his body over, and laid him flat.

He first cleaned the mud off the soldier's face so that he could breathe normally.

Then they quickly unbuttoned his clothes and began performing CPR on him.

"Help! Medic! Quick! Someone here has gone into shock!"

Tang Ming shouted loudly as he rescued the people.

The other soldiers who were busy moving sandbags finally noticed something was wrong and gathered around.

"Little Tiger! Little Tiger, what's wrong? Why are you in shock?! Don't scare me! Open your eyes!"

The soldier who had been next to Xiaohu recognized him and ran to him, crying and his face full of grief.

Tang Ming had no time to comfort him; he focused on performing CPR on Xiao Hu, trying to save him.

We can't die!

You absolutely cannot die!

Come back to life!

The medics arrived quickly and took over from Tang Ming to continue performing CPR on Xiao Hu, while also injecting him with adrenaline to stimulate his body.

Time passed slowly, and more and more soldiers gathered around Xiaohu.

Everyone watched Xiaohu anxiously, silently cheering him on in their hearts.

five minutes

ten minutes

Fifteen minutes

Finally, twenty minutes passed.

Xiao Hu still showed no signs of waking up, and the heat in his body eventually dissipated completely.

"Dr. Xu, stop, it's impossible now."

The nurse next to the treating doctor said in a choked voice.

"No! There is still hope. I can definitely save him! He is just a child. He still has parents and family waiting for him to come home."

"He's just too tired, his strength is completely depleted, he'll definitely pull through! We can't give up! We can't give up!"

With red eyes, Dr. Xu looked at Xiao Hu, who was already lifeless on the ground, and continued to press on his chest unwillingly.

"Dr. Xu! Twenty-five minutes have passed! It can't be!"

The nurse covered her mouth with both hands, her face streaked with tears, and cried out in a choked and hoarse voice, "The effective rescue time has passed. Even if his heartbeat is restored, his brain has already died due to prolonged lack of oxygen."

"Dr. Xu, you should understand this better than I do! Do you want him to live the rest of his life as a living dead?"

"Dr. Xu, give up. You've done your best."

After sudden death, there is generally only a four-minute golden rescue time. Clinically, if there is no sign of recovery after 20 minutes of resuscitation, clinical death can be declared.

Almost half an hour has passed since Xiaohu suffered cardiac arrest.

In clinical practice, it is no different from death.

"Shut up! It's not over yet! We can't give up! Look at him, look at that young face, how can you say he's already dead?"

"He's protecting the people behind him with his own body! He's been fighting the flood for so long without ever giving up, how can we be so heartless as to abandon him?"

Dr. Xu's eyes still held a hint of unwillingness. He gritted his teeth, and even though his arms were too weak from the long rescue, he still did not give up.

The nurse standing nearby was crying so hard she couldn't speak, and she turned her head away, unable to bear watching any longer.

Xiao Hu's class monitor was so sad that he was trembling all over and needed someone to support him to stand up.

"What on earth happened? Everything was fine just now. How could they just disappear like that?"

“He’s only eighteen! He just joined my company as a new recruit and came here to fight the flood. Just an hour ago, I promised him that I would take him to eat Peking duck after we left the front line.”

"How come he's like this after I haven't been looking at him for a moment? Wang Xiaohu! Open your eyes and stand up!"

"Are you putting on an act with Fatty Wang again, trying to scare me? Huh? You fucking stand up! If you don't stand up, I'll make you run five kilometers!"

"Don't think I'll spoil you just because I have a good temper! Open your eyes right now!"

Xiao Hu's class monitor rushed to Xiao Hu's side like a madman, crying and shouting at the top of his lungs.

Every other soldier was deeply moved.

No matter how much the class monitor roared at Xiaohu, Xiaohu showed no sign of opening his eyes.

The squad leader panicked. He grabbed Wang Pangzi's clothes and roared through gritted teeth, "Wang Pangzi, tell me, did you and Xiao Hu collude to put on an act? Tell me!"

Fatty Wang was trembling with sobs, and he shook his head violently.

"No, really no. I don't know what happened!"

“I was just talking to him. When I saw him lying on the ground, I asked him what was wrong, and he said he was fine and told me to hurry up and build the flood control line and not to worry about him.”

“I carried the sandbags to the dam, and when I came back, they were like this.”

"Squad leader, is Xiaohu really dead?"

Upon hearing the word "death," the squad leader raised his hand and slapped Fatty Wang across the face.

"Shut up! No way! Absolutely not! Isn't there a doctor here? The doctor will definitely save Xiaohu."

The class monitor's words touched everyone.

It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but many soldiers could not help but turn their heads away and secretly wipe away tears when they saw this scene.

Tang Ming, standing to the side, felt as if a stone was lodged in his heart, and his eyes felt like they were filled with sand.

I feel an indescribable sadness.

He used the system to monitor Xiaohu's physical characteristics throughout the process, hoping for a miracle.

But fate was ultimately unkind, taking away such a vibrant young life.

Dr. Xu was completely exhausted; his hands were trembling uncontrollably from prolonged CPR.

Thirty-five minutes have passed.

Even though Tang Ming didn't believe it a hundred times in his heart, Xiao Hu still went in the end.

"Stop it, save your energy, there are others who need you." Tang Ming came to Dr. Xu's side, helped him up from the ground, and advised him in a strained voice.

"I can still, I can still..." Dr. Xu struggled to continue trying to save Xiao Hu, but Tang Ming's strength was so great that he couldn't move an inch.

"Look at your hands, and look at Xiaohu. Is this really okay? Stop it. We all know you've tried your best."

Tang Ming said with great distress.

Dr. Xu stared at her trembling hands for three seconds, then buried her face in her hands and burst into tears.

"He...he's still a child..."

As a doctor, the hardest thing to accept is watching a vibrant life slip away from your hands.

"Wang Xiaohu! You fucking open your eyes! I won't allow you to die, do you hear me?!"

The squad leader pounced on Xiao Hu like a madman, grabbing Xiao Hu's clothes and roaring, his eyes bloodshot.

"Squad leader! Calm down!"

"Squad leader! Just let Xiaohu go in peace."

The other soldiers in the platoon came up to dissuade him, all of them with tears streaming down their faces.

Their leader arrived at this moment and his eyes instantly reddened when he saw the lifeless little tiger on the ground.

But as a leader and commander, he was the backbone of all the soldiers in their regiment.

He couldn't cry, and there were more important things to do than Xiaohu's death.

If we don't hurry up and build the second line of defense against floods, it won't just be one soldier who dies, but hundreds of thousands of people in the city.

"Liu Tao! What are you doing? Stand up!"

The regimental commander approached Squad Leader Xiao Hu and, suppressing his grief, reprimanded him.

Liu Tao was still immersed in the grief of losing Xiao Hu, and he did not obey the commander's orders.

The regimental commander, filled with grief and anger, reached out and lifted Liu Tao from the ground, then slapped him across the face and roared, "Liu Tao! Stand at attention!"

Having regained some consciousness after being slapped, Liu Tao mechanically straightened up, his voice choked with sobs as he looked at the commander, his eyes red, and said, "Commander, Xiao Hu is gone. He was only eighteen years old. Why did the King of Hell take him away...?"

The regimental commander took a deep look at the little tiger on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.

He turned his head away, secretly wiped away a tear, and then shouted loudly, "I am also heartbroken to lose such a young and outstanding soldier."

“But now is not the time to be immersed in personal feelings. Look back at the people of that city behind you, think about those women and children.”

"If we don't hurry up and build the second line of defense, then tomorrow, millions of children like Xiaohu will lose their lives!"

"Do I need to emphasize which is more important? Now we must turn our grief and anger into strength and race against time to build the flood control line! We cannot let Xiaohu's sacrifice be in vain!"

The regimental commander's words struck a chord with every soldier, awakening them to their true nature.

Yes!

Now is not the time for them to be sad or upset.

If they fail to build the second line of defense against the flood and fail to withstand the next round of torrential rain, they will lose more than just a comrade-in-arms.

Moreover, the deceased Xiaohu wouldn't want to delay the construction of the flood control line because of him, would he?

If he were still alive, he would definitely fight alongside them to the death.

"Go, contact Xiaohu's family and ask them to come and see him off on his final journey. Remember to change him into clean and comfortable clothes; our soldiers can't leave this way."

The regimental commander looked at Xiaohu with immense guilt and indignation, his hands clenched into fists.

He also has children, and his children are about the same age as Xiaohu.

Seeing Xiaohu reminded him of his own child.