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"We're leveled, we're leveled." Yves King was trying his best to control himself, but his voice still trembled from within. As he was quickly giving first aid, he spoke encouragingly, "Don't speak anymore, Old Lane, you've got to hang on."
"Brother, you, you need not waste your energy. I am an old soldier, I, I know the situation. I, I am not going to make it this time." Fabian Lane coughed, blood gushing from his mouth with every word. He mustered the last bit of his strength to speak: "This, this time I really can't go on."
"Old Lane, you have to hang on, this is an order, did you hear me?" Yves King roared shakily. There was a layer of tension in his eyes. He knew in his heart that although the bullet Fabian Lane had taken was not immediately fatal, it had penetrated his lung, causing severe damage. The odds of survival were extremely low.