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Eight hundred and eighth chapter lamentation

The heat wave in Liaodong in July is rolling, and the sea breeze mixed with the heat wave blows towards you, salty and hot. The rose flowers in the nursery are blooming very well, and the honeysuckle also exudes bursts of fragrance.

Li Xiao was not in the mood to admire the flowers in the nursery, so he hurried to Changxing Island Hospital. In the Ming Empire, apart from the Army Hospital in the capital, this was the best hospital.

The ward is very large, and there is a huge leather sofa at the door. Lao Chen Fu waited at the door and saw Li Yan hurry up.

"These gifts are avoided, how about Yu Lao?" Li Yan hurriedly helped Lao Chen Fu.

"The day before yesterday, he said he was going to do an experiment, but he was poisoned by poison gas. Fortunately, he was wearing a gas mask, otherwise he would have confessed on the spot. The doctor said he injured his lungs and may not survive the next few days."

"How come an elderly person is still doing experiments like that? Aren't they not allowed to participate? How do these people do things?" Li Xiao hurriedly walked inside, complaining as he walked.

"When his stubborn temper comes up, no one dares to stop him."

When he came to Yu Lao's hospital bed, Li Xiao was really surprised. Yu Lao, who had always had a ruddy complexion, now had a purple face. He was lying on the hospital bed with a little nurse beside him who kept wiping his body with alcohol. It looked like,

Yulao's skin seemed to be burned.

After studying murder weapons all day long, God knows what the old man will tinker with. Li Xiao sincerely prays to God that it must not be a nerve agent. There is no way to save it these days.

"Master, the handsome is here." Someone whispered in the ear of Yu Lao.

"Ah...!" Mr. Yu opened his eyes.

Li Xiao was so frightened that he immediately stopped. There was a layer of white irises in Mr. Yu's eyes, making him look very strange.

"What's wrong with you?" Tears couldn't stop flowing along the eyes.

"Haha! If you walk too much at night, you will eventually encounter ghosts. Even the commander was alarmed. I'm afraid this old bone will die. Ahem!" The old fisherman said a few words as his eyes were already blind.

He started coughing violently.

The yellow -green mucus was sprayed out of the mouth, with a little bit of blood on it on it.

"Commander, here...sit down for a moment." The head nurse hurriedly removed a piece of cotton, dipped it in alcohol and began to wipe the old fisherman's vomit.

"How is the condition? Is there a way to treat it?" Li Yan was pulled out by Lao Chen Fuxi, and asked the doctor to attend the doctor.

"This ...! I have visited Mr. Tang and Li Shenyi, but they both presided over Jiangnan to prevent blood and insect disease, and they couldn't come back for a while."

"Then send an airship to bring the person back." Li Xiao shouted with his eyes wide open, and everyone in the corridor was too frightened to say a word. Many young nurses were so frightened that their legs were shaking, their heads were hanging down and they were about to cry.

"Commander! In this situation, even if we bring back Divine Doctor Li and Mr. Tang, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me, an old brother, to survive. These children have tried their best!" Old Chen Fu persuaded Li Xiao with tears in his eyes.

Looking back through the floor-to-ceiling glass, looking at the old fisherman coughing in the hospital bed, Li Xiao's tears flowed like a stream.

Over the years, although many drawings of things were drawn by Li Xiao, it was Mr. Yu who turned these drawings into real objects. It can be said that Mr. Yu armed the hands of the Liao army with his hard work. The equipment of the Liao army

, ahead of the world.

Experiments over and over again, the work of abolishing sleep and forgetting to eat, has long hollowed out the old man's body. Now that the body has suffered a severe damage, where can you slow down.

"Handsome! Fishing veteran, please go in." The female nurse runs over.

Li Xiao opened the door and rushed in!

The old fisherman's vomit had been wiped away, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the ward.

"There is my information in the laboratory. Commander, you have to send appropriate people to take over. The Xu brothers are all great talents, but they are not suitable to take over what I am researching. This thing is too dangerous. We cannot let them in!"

Yu Lao talked very hard. After speaking, his chest was violently undulating.

"I know, I will find a suitable person to take over." Li Xiao nodded with tears in his eyes.

"After I died, I buried Xiaoyu's side. Our grandchildren ... I will still be together." Yu Lao's head could not move, lying on the bed and talking to the air.

"Yeah!" Li Xiao grabbed Yu Lao's hand, tears dripping down his chin and onto the sheets.

"Give ...! Give me a bite of wine. Ahem, cough ...!" It was a fierce cough.

Li Yan couldn't speak, nodded while wept.

"Take ...! Come on!" Li Yan wiped a tears and turned back.

"Commander! The old fisherman is in his current state, drinking...!"

"Go get it!" Li Xiao turned back and glanced at the attending physician. The guy was trembling all over. Just now, he seemed to be being stared at by a tiger, and his heart was beating wildly in fright.

Soon, the wine came. Wuliangye!

When I got a glass of wine, put it on the mouth of the fisherman. The wine was too violent, and the fisherman coughing violently again, bounced like a fish in the sick bed.

"I can't fed ...!" Li Yan cried so much that he felt numb, a little dizzy.

"Take the spoon! Go to get the spoon." Lao Chen Fu was also tearful, and the head nurse next to him suddenly became clear, and hurriedly asked the nurse around him to get the spoon.

Bringing the spoon, Li Xiao carefully poured a spoonful of wine into the spoon.

The spoon leaned against the fisherman's lips, and slowly ... slowly tilted, the wine flowed in along the fisherman's lips.

Yu Lao had said nothing, but just grasped Li Yan's hand and used his strength. It seemed to be grateful.

After pouring another spoonful, Li Xiao slowly helped Mr. Yu feed it.

Another spoonful of Wuliangye was poured, and the Wuliangye flowed along Yu Lao's lips and onto his neck.

"You...you take another sip." Li Xiao sobbed, snot flowing from his lips into his mouth.

The nurse pulled the cotton and placed it under the fisherman's nose.

"Drink another sip, you take another sip." Li Yan's hands trembled, and the wine was filled with wine again in the spoon. The mellow Wuliangye dripped along the neck on the pillow.

"Commander! The old fisherman...the old fisherman...is gone!"

The old Chen Fu behind Li Yan sat on the ground with one butt. His mouth opened, silent, tears dripping down his cheeks.

The trembling hand grasped the old fisherman's hand and felt the temperature disappearing quickly. "Older brother ...! Old brother ...!"

Li Yan wanted to stand up. He just left the sick bed, and his legs fell softly on the ground. A large group of people hurriedly came around, and seven or eight hands pulled Li Yan up.

"Get up!" Li Yan pushed away the hands of his hands, kneeled down at the bodies of Yu Lao's bodies.

“Have a nice trip!”
Chapter completed!
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