HCB Chapter 230 Bite
Chapter 230 Bite
After dealing with the three orcs, Gloria gritted her teeth and pulled out the bayonet from her body.
After the orc master who placed the bayonet died, it regained its original physical properties and became brittle and fragile. As Gloria pulled the bayonet out, it broke into pieces, and the feeling was no less than cutting meat with a saw.
She couldn't shoot just now because it would expose her position.
Although the orcs' fighting and roaring made noises when she fought them, these noises were different from the sounds of gunfire. Gunfire was sharper, carried farther, and alerted anyone who heard it.
Of course, the noise of the fight just now could still expose her, but Gloria couldn't care less now.
Finally, the bayonet was pulled out, and Gloria's wound continued to bleed. Generally speaking, once a foreign object enters the body, it should not be easily pulled out unless there is a way to stop the bleeding. Although the foreign object destroys the body tissue, it also blocks the wound.
However, being injured by weapons such as bayonets is another matter. This kind of killing weapon with a bleeding groove is designed to kill people. Even if these weapons are still in the body, the bleeding grooves of the weapons will continue to cause blood to flow out.
Even Gloria looked embarrassed when faced with the terrifyingly large wounds on her body. She was not an Astartes, not the kind of inhuman monster that had undergone nineteen or even twenty-one surgeries and could survive even if cut in half. This kind of wound would be fatal to her if not treated properly.
So Gloria slowly sat down against the dirty wall, then lifted up her shoulder armor.
Inside were some of her supplies, as well as medicine.
Then Gloria removed the armor around her wound and poured some medicine powder on it.
The effect is minimal.
Gloria frowned. Conventional medicine powder could not treat such a serious wound, but this kind of wound could not be left alone.
So Gloria took out a bomb, used the dagger she carried with her to light the primer, and then prepared to pour the gunpowder on the wound.
"Wait wait wait!"
Just as Gloria's hand began to tilt, Howard ran out from his hiding place and stopped her.
Howard didn't mean to be a coward. In fact, it took less than twenty seconds from the time Gloria broke through the garbage dump and got out to the time she dealt with the three orcs. When Howard saw the last orc suppressing Gloria, he was about to grab something, but just as he picked up a piece of scrap steel from the ground, he looked up and saw that Gloria had killed the orc in an instant, and the orc's rotten flesh was flying everywhere.
And now Howard came out again to stop Gloria from burning the wound with gunpowder.
Howard had watched some movies before, and the tough guys in those movies liked to treat their wounds in this way. Later, after learning more about it, he realized that treating wounds in this way was pure nonsense. The only effect of treating wounds in this way was to make the wounds worse. It was originally a third-degree trauma, but after being burned by gunpowder, the bleeding stopped, and it turned into a second-degree burn.
This treatment might be acceptable for minor wounds, but for a wound the size of Gloria's, using gunpowder to burn and stop the bleeding would be tantamount to suicide.
I really don’t know how these battle nuns don’t even know this common sense.
That's why Howard rushed out to call a timeout.
"You'll kill yourself if you do that!" Howard said to the battle nun who looked wary and suspicious.
But he also knew that just raising the problem wasn't enough; he also had to come up with a solution. So Howard extended his arm in front of Gloria and said, "Take a bite, just like we did before."
What Howard meant by "it was so natural back then" was the time when he pulled Gloria out of the psychic shock in the desert.
Gloria hesitated for a moment, then pressed Howard's hand down.
"I know you don't trust me, but I absolutely don't want you to die here. It won't do me any good if you die here. At least you trust me on this matter!" Howard thought the nun rejected his suggestion, so he became a little anxious.
"I won't die anytime soon..." The nun pulled out her dagger and threw it to Howard. "There are a few fragments still inside. Help me cut them out."
Howard held the dagger in both hands, feeling somewhat bewildered.
"What? You don't dare?" the battle nun asked jokingly.
Howard shook his head, then nodded sharply again.
He shook his head because he subconsciously wanted to refute the Battle Sister's contempt for him, and nodded because he realized that he couldn't show off his strength in this situation.
You are an intern clinical doctor assisting the chief professor in surgery. Suddenly, the chief asks you to be the main surgeon. Would you dare?
"It seems you have some self-awareness." Gloria was amused by Howard's behavior. She shook her head and said, "I'm not that fragile. I can't die. You pick out the fragments for me."
The tone was not a request or a negotiation, but an order.
So Howard had no choice but to kneel in front of Gloria, and Gloria took out a painkiller from her shoulder armor and injected it into her neck. The empire was short of all medicines except stimulants and painkillers.
calm down!
Looking at Gloria's bloody wound, Howard said in his heart.
This is an opportunity, a chance to ease the relationship between you and her, so you can't miss it.
Then, Howard slowly inserted two fingers into Gloria's wound. His fingers groped in the mess of flesh and blood, and soon touched a sharp and hard object. Howard pinched the object with his index and middle fingers and slowly pulled it out. As a result, he lost control and felt a shattering sensation. The object was crushed by him, and only a few scattered fragments were brought out by him.
"How about...you bite me first, and then let Mei treat the wound when she comes back?" Howard asked tentatively, but was forced back by Gloria's look.
calm down!
Howard warned himself again.
Don't be afraid, you have a blessing in your body. If you really kill this girl, you may be able to save her by giving her blood immediately.
Thinking of this, Howard felt a little more confident, so he pulled out his index and middle fingers and instead inserted his more flexible thumb and index finger. He didn't dare to insert his thumb and index finger before because he was afraid of stretching the wound.
Gloria's wound was horrific, but fortunately no important organs were damaged. If it involved organ-level debridement, Howard would never do it, and all Gloria asked him to do was pick out the fragments that were stuck in the flesh.
Using two more flexible fingers, Howard quickly picked out the largest pieces of debris. Howard's hands were also covered with blood and became sticky and wet.
Here Howard had to sigh again about the superhuman physique of 40k. If it were 3k, even the world boxing champion could not withstand such a test. It was estimated that only some wild animals could have such vitality. Howard remembered that he had seen a group of hunting dogs hunting antelopes in a documentary. They took out the antelope's internal organs. The antelope's internal organs were almost eaten up, and a big hole was eaten in its stomach, but the antelope was still eating grass as if nothing had happened.
After working under the dim light for nearly half an hour, Howard finally finished cleaning the wound. Under Gloria's instructions, Howard also cut out the rotten flesh from Gloria's wound. The rotten flesh that was cut out was about the size of a quarter of a fist.
Then, Howard raised his arm in front of Gloria again. This time, Gloria did not refuse, but took a bite of it.
hiss--