Qi Xia's expression was somewhat troubled; he had already tried, but the barbs of the harpoon were very ingenious and difficult to remove from the body.
Looking at the blood that was continuously flowing out, Qi Xia was in a daze.
Are they really dead?
The dead... can they also be injured?
Qi Xia steadied his thoughts; now was not the time to ponder this question.
What mattered was to cut the rope immediately.
Now all the harpoons were slowly retreating, so how could he use another harpoon to cut the rope?
The only thing that could be determined was that when all the ropes were retracted into the wall, the harpoons would all disappear, and Han Yimo would die as well.
"We need to find a way to obtain a harpoon, but how...?" Qi Xia frowned slightly, quickly scanning the surroundings.
It was time to take another gamble.
He grabbed two slowly retreating harpoons from the ground and quickly tied their ropes together, making a firm knot.
"Hey! Stop crowding around Han Yimo," Qi Xia said, "Do as I do! We must leave at least one harpoon."
Lin Qin instantly understood his meaning and also found two harpoons, deftly tying a knot.
But the knot she made was very strange, a shape Qi Xia had never seen before.
At this moment, he didn't have time to think too much, he could only focus on the two harpoons in front of him.
As the ropes continued to contract, the two ropes were now tightly pulled together.
Following this momentum, it wouldn't be long before one of the ropes would break, leaving behind one of the harpoons.
Qi Xia slowly stepped back, and the two ropes now made a terrifying sound. If his guess was correct, the rope that broke under such tremendous tension might injure someone.
Sure enough, the next second, one of the ropes made a loud noise and broke.
It then snapped to the ground, leaving a deep mark.
Qi Xia ran forward, trying to untie the broken rope before the harpoon was retracted into the wall.
But at this moment, he found that the two ropes tied together had completely deformed due to the immense pulling force. Not to mention untying the rope, even the shape of the rope was difficult to recognize.
"I'm done!" Lin Qin shouted from a distance, "Whoever is strong, quickly go help cut the writer's rope."
"Done?"
Qi Xia turned around and saw that the knot Lin Qin had tied was very ingenious, automatically separating when the rope broke.
Officer Li hadn't even finished tying the initial knot when he heard this and quickly put down the harpoon in his hand, saying: "I'll go and cut, give it to me!
After taking the harpoon, Officer Li took two steps at once and arrived behind Han Yimo just as he was about to be pulled to the wall.
Fortunately, although the harpoon in his hand looked sharp, the tip also had a fine edge, enough to be used as a small knife.
Qiao Jia Jing also stepped forward to help, although Qi Xia had already thought of a solution in the first place, but Han Yimo was already less than half a meter away from the wall.
The tearing pain made Han Yimo unable to resist, and he could only slowly retreat with the rope, otherwise, the barbed hook on his chest would make him unbearable.
Officer Li grabbed the rope behind him, thought for a moment, and then aimed at the rope closest to Han Yimo's body and began to cut with the sharp harpoon.
His hand was very steady, and each cut was accurately made on the rope.
But the rope was harder than he had imagined, and after several cuts, only a small gap was left.
He quickly estimated and realized that the situation was a bit tricky.
Although the harpoon was strong, the rope was even stronger.
But now is the time to make do with what we have.
In less than a minute, Han Yimo's body would come into contact with the wall, and it would be impossible to cut the rope from behind at that point.
"Damn, isn't it done yet?" Qiao Jia Jing asked anxiously, "You're so slow, you're going to kill this guy!"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Officer Li shouted coldly, then continued to exert more force.
As Han Yimo's body got closer and closer to the wall, Officer Li's face was also covered in fine sweat.
He had to admit that his psychological quality was very strong. Although the air was full of tension and oppression, he used the small harpoon without any mistakes, each cut landing on the previous gap.
However, as Han Yimo was less than thirty centimeters away from the wall, Officer Li's arm was already difficult to move.
Qiao Jia Jing was quick to act, directly blocking behind Han Yimo and using his body to cushion him. In this way, although Han Yimo would be injured prematurely, the distance between him and the wall would not change for a short time.
"Cops! Hurry up!"
Officer Li took a deep breath and continued to cut, and at this time, the rope was already more than half cut, but it was still connected.
Han Yimo kept moaning in pain, the harpoon had penetrated his body and then stabbed back into his chest with the barbed hook, and his blood had soaked his clothes, looking very terrifying.
"Am I going to die..." Han Yimo said through gritted teeth, "I really am going to die, aren't I?
Who exactly wants our lives?
"Be a man!" Officer Li said seriously, "So many people are trying to save you, don't whine!"
Hearing this, Han Yimo immediately stopped making a sound. He knew what Officer Li said was right; everyone was running around, and he couldn't be a drag on the group.
The barbed hook was deeply embedded in Han Yimo's flesh, and he grunted, continuously gritting his teeth.
Seeing this, Dr. Zhao immediately picked up a cloth strip and stuffed it into his mouth.
After all, people in extreme pain might bite through their own teeth.
Everyone gathered around Han Yimo.
The short twenty seconds felt as long as several hours, and Officer Li cut the rope without any disorder.
Finally, with the last cut, the tough rope was severed.
At the same time, both Han Yimo and Qiao Jia Jing fell to the ground due to the loss of strength.
The people around quickly stepped forward to support the two.
It seemed that Han Yimo had saved his life.
Dr. Zhao immediately pulled Han Yimo to the side and began to examine his wounds. At this point, his wound condition was not much different from what was expected, and it was still necessary to remove the harpoon from the front.
Now the most troublesome issue was stopping the bleeding.
After thinking for a long time, Dr. Zhao finally used several cloth strips to block the wound near Han Yimo's harpoon.
"Hey, Doctor, aren't you going to take the harpoon out for him?" Qiao Jia Jing asked.
You can't take it out; he will die if you do," Dr. Zhao said with a serious face.
"Die?" Qiao Jia Jing was a bit puzzled and walked forward to push Dr. Zhao, "What are you doing? We've made such a big effort, and in the end, you're not going to save him?"
"I am saving him!" Dr. Zhao impatiently shook off Qiao Jia Jing's hand, "To put it bluntly, he can only survive if the harpoon remains in his body."
"Why is that?" Xiao Ran, who was on the side, couldn't help but ask.
"If the harpoon is removed, all that will be left on his body is a wound that keeps bleeding, and death will be a matter of time," Dr. Zhao calmly replied, "Now, with the harpoon in place, although he will be in unbearable pain, at least he won't die from excessive blood loss, and those small wounds will stop bleeding temporarily as the blood coagulates soon."