The other workers at the door felt themselves tearing up as they secretly cursed Hurst Willis for being crazy!
As time passed, Hurst began to break out in cold sweat. Even drinking large amounts of water was useless.
His blood transfusion volume had definitely reached 1000 milliliters.
It was almost equivalent to 20% of the blood in a human body.
Losing 20% of blood in a short period of time would put any strong man at risk of fainting.
If this continued on, Hurst would go into shock.
Mr. Linares, the doctor, wanted to pull out the needle as he said hoarsely, "Silly child, this is enough!"
"He has a golden star on his shoulder. He is not an ordinary soldier of the Northern Army!"
Hurst's lips were dry and cracked. He licked his lips and whispered, "I've been a miner in the northern region for ten years. I know what this little gold star represents. He is a regimental commander of the Northern Army, a young general!
