The helicopter touched down, and Gao Yuan was carried off on a stretcher.
They had to be especially careful, exceptionally stable, for Gao Yuan was especially fragile now, such that even too great a shock could not be borne.
In the battlefield, it didn't matter whether one was dragged haphazardly, but in the hospital, they had to be incredibly cautious. Otherwise, if Gao Yuan died from the bumps in the hospital—no, that would not be pleasant to contemplate.
"Hiss..."
Following the prolonged inhalation was a long silence. Andy Ho, who was performing an MRI on Gao Yuan, didn't know what to do.
"The situation is very bad, isn't it?"
Xinghe whispered, and Andy Ho replied helplessly, "Bad, very bad. To be honest, I don't know what to do. If you have any method, you'd better use it quickly because I think the fact that his heart is still beating is a miracle."
Xinghe nodded, then looked at Andy Ho and said, "Inject him with the blood plasma of an Armored Beast."