Volume 16 Tower of Babel Chapter 844 Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation
"Thirty seconds?! Too late! I can't wait that long!" Yeager gritted his teeth and said, "Is there no other way? Didn't you say that you designed the circuit system of this machine? Isn't there any backdoor for emergency restart?"
"Yes, but it needs manual operation." Even as he spoke, Wilson had already unfastened the buckle of his protective suit, crawled out of the iron barrel-like protective suit, and reached out to a cover on the top of the cockpit.
But just when Wilson's fingers touched the cover, his body seemed to be hit hard and was instantly bounced back onto the seat. He twitched violently a few times and stopped moving.
"What's wrong with you?! Hey?!" Yeager subconsciously reached out to pull Wilson, but when he turned his head, he happened to catch a glimpse of the screen on the side of the seat that was used to monitor vital signs - the vital signs monitoring equipment was not connected to the mecha, so it was not affected by the electric shock and was still working normally.
But Wilson's heart rate shown above was zero, and the electrocardiogram was a flat line.
Wilson's heart stopped beating.
Yeager seemed to realize something and looked at Wilson's fingers that had just touched the cover. The front ends of those fingers were charred black and the nails even appeared to be carbonized and cracked.
"It's high voltage electricity!" Yegel reacted instantly - the electric shock from the deep-sea giant eel had completely destroyed the body's insulating protective layer. The reason why Yegel did not get electrocuted was thanks to the deep-sea diving suit on his body, which was originally thought to have no protective effect at all.
This high voltage electricity was only transient and would soon be conducted away by the sea water. If Wilson had been a few seconds slower in touching the metal cover, he would not have been electrocuted... But it was too late to say anything now.
"..." Yeger took a deep breath, his expression looking a little dull.
Although Wilson's heart stopped beating, Yeager did not think he was dead - coma and shock are very common symptoms after electric shock. If rescue could be performed immediately at this time, even if it was just emergency cardiopulmonary resuscitation, there would be a chance to save him.
But the problem is that they have neither the conditions nor the time now.
Before Yeager stretched out his hand to pull Wilson, there was a muffled "bang" outside, and the entire cockpit tilted to one side - the cockpit could no longer maintain balance, which meant that the suspension device used to adjust the balance had been damaged, and the fixing anchors of the mecha's feet had all been broken.
A feeling of despair surged in Yeger's heart, and he retracted his hand - there was no point in rescuing Wilson at this time. Even if he could be saved, there would only be a few minutes left for both of them.
“Boom!”
There was another muffled sound, and the entire cockpit was shaking violently. An extremely obvious dent appeared on the inner wall of the cockpit, and a display screen originally installed in that place was directly cracked into several pieces.
Wilson, who was no longer restrained by the diving suit, was thrown up and flew past Yeager, crashing headfirst into the other side of the cockpit. His head was immediately covered in blood and even the gray-white brain matter could be vaguely seen.
"Thirty seconds... Thirty seconds should have been up. Why, why hasn't the operating system automatically restarted?" Yeager shook the joystick in vain, but the machine didn't respond at all and the screen remained dark.
"Move! Why not move!" Yeager roared, "Even if you can't move, at least let me detonate the torpedo!"
But just when Yeger was in despair, he suddenly heard a clear "beep" sound in his ears. He couldn't help but turn his head to look in the direction of the sound - it was Wilson's vital signs monitoring device. Although Wilson was no longer in the seat, the sensor patch of the device was still on his body.
The heart rate that had originally returned to zero was actually gradually rising. Yeger rubbed his eyes in disbelief - although he could only hear the "beeping" of the machine, he seemed to be able to vaguely hear the sound of the heart beating in Wilson's chest.
The electrocardiogram, which was originally a straight line, began to fluctuate again...
"Alive...alive?!" Yeger was stunned and even temporarily forgot that the two were still in danger.
Inside the diving suit are fully automatic drug injectors and micro pacemakers for first aid, but Wilson cannot get help from these devices without the diving suit... and at this moment, his heart rate and breathing are recovering at a speed that can almost be described as "rebirth". This can only be described as a "medical miracle".
"How is this possible?" Yeger turned his head again. Wilson's body was curled up in a corner of the cockpit in a strange posture. His head was broken into pieces in the collision just now, and even his skull had a large range of comminuted fractures. If Wilson still had a chance to be rescued after being electrocuted, then in Yeger's heart, he was already dead after hitting the wall.
With this kind of injury, even if the heart has not stopped beating, military doctors on the battlefield will only shake their heads and sigh, leaving the precious medicines and rescue opportunities to other wounded soldiers.
The brain is always the most vulnerable part of human beings. Today's cyborg prosthetics technology is extremely advanced. Even if the heart is damaged, as long as the brain tissue is properly preserved and not necrotic due to lack of oxygen and suffocation, an artificial heart can still bring the injured back to life. But if the damaged part is the brain, even the most powerful prosthetic doctor will be helpless.
After all, artificial brains have not yet been developed.
"The brain and brain matter are all splattered out. He should not be able to survive, right?" Yeger muttered to himself, "Maybe Wilson is a high-level enhanced person with strong vitality. His heart revived on its own and is making a final struggle? Even if his heart recovered... he should not be able to wake up, right?"
What Yeger didn't expect was that the slap in the face came so quickly.
As the number on the screen indicating his heart rate gradually climbed above 60, Wilson let out a dry groan from his throat, and his motionless body began to twitch.
"This... this is impossible!" Yeger widened his eyes and shook his head mechanically.
The control system that should have been restored did not, and the body that should have moved did not move, but the person who should have been dead came back to life.
Is there anything more unbelievable than this?
But this unbelievable thing was happening right in front of Yeger.
Wilson held onto the inner wall of the cockpit with his hands and slowly climbed up. He turned around and looked at Yeger with his cyborg eye - his other normal eye could no longer be opened, and bright red blood was constantly overflowing from the slit of his eye and flowing down the contour of his cheek.
"You...you are still alive?" Yeger's upper and lower lips opened and closed a few times, asking a question that seemed a little stupid.
"Still alive." Wilson said in a deep voice. He staggered forward a step and tried to return to his seat, but at this time the giant deep-sea eel outside launched another attack on "Zokog Kai". In the violent vibration, Wilson lost his balance again and sat down on the ground.
"Is your head... okay?" Yeger stared at the wound on Wilson's head. At the deepest part, the grayish-white brain tissue was clearly visible - Yeger could be sure that many of the broken bones must have penetrated into Wilson's brain.
Why...he is "alive" and still seems to be sane?
"It's okay." Wilson whispered, "My body has been modified. This injury is not fatal to me."
"Renovation? I see." At this point, Yeager could only accept this statement. "Let's not talk about this for now. Our current situation is very bad. The aircraft is probably off the ground. The cockpit may be crushed into a discus by the water pressure at any time, and the two of us will become the meat filling in this discus... Can you restart the operating system again?"
"Thirty seconds should have passed, right?" Wilson's eyes moved slightly upward and stopped on the cover. "The operating system...didn't it restart automatically?"
"No." Yeger shook his head. "As you can see, I still can't control my body, and I can't grasp the situation outside at all... I can't even blow myself up and die together with those deep-sea eels—"
Before he could utter the word "can't do it", the machine suffered another heavy blow. Yeager bit his tongue hard, and the spurting blood covered the inside of the helmet visor.
"Hiss..." Yeger took a breath of cold air in pain, and he almost bit off his tongue.
I almost bit my tongue and committed suicide.
Wilson's situation was not much better. A steel pipe that broke off from somewhere pierced his lower abdomen... However, compared with the wound on his head, the steel pipe as thick as a fist stuck in his stomach could only be considered a "minor injury".
Wilson looked down at his abdomen. The dark red bloodstains on his clothes were spreading. As his breathing affected the muscles in his chest and abdomen, the bloodstains were spreading faster and faster.
"Damn... Damn him!" Yeger cursed incoherently, "Hold on a moment, I'll get the medical kit..."
Yeager pulled out the medical kit that had been stuffed under the seat with great effort and opened the lid.
After seeing the common emergency medicines in the medical box, Yeager hesitated briefly. He first looked at the hemostatic bandage and medicine, then looked at the disposable morphine syringe fixed to the inside of the medical box with an elastic band, then took out the latter and threw it to Wilson.
According to normal first aid measures, we should find a way to stop Wilson's bleeding at this time. It would be best to remove the steel tube and suture the blood vessels, and use something like a stapler to staple the muscles and skin at the wound... Even if the steel tube cannot be removed, at least hemostatic gel should be applied around the wound to stop the blood from continuing to flow out.
But the severely deformed dents on the four walls of the cockpit kept telling Yeger that at this moment, any rescue measures seemed unnecessary. Tourniquets, hemostatic gels... at this moment, were not as useful as a painkiller.
It has to be said that the tenacity of this temporarily modified machine was far beyond Yegel's expectations - every time it was attacked by a deep-sea giant eel, Yegel thought the machine was about to disintegrate, but it has managed to hold on until now.
He also took out a syringe for himself and inserted it into the fully automatic injection chamber on the diving suit.
As the medicine was injected into the body, the pain in the tongue was slightly relieved.
"I, I don't know what to say now..." Although he had given himself a painkiller, the injury on his tongue still made Yeger's pronunciation very strange, as if he was holding a big mouthful of ice cream. "Perhaps, we should take this opportunity to write a suicide note... But I think that even if we leave a suicide note, no one will be able to see it."
"I'm not going to die here," Wilson said.
"Yes, we won't die here." Yeger nodded and followed the other party's words. It had come to this point, and he didn't want to argue with the person who was about to accompany him to death.
Wilson did not respond. Instead, he grabbed the steel pipe with both hands and pulled it out of his body with force.
The imagined scene of blood spurting out did not appear. The wound on Yeger's abdomen was exposed for only a very short moment, and then the wriggling granulation tissue blocked the terrible hole.
"W-what?!" Yeager's eyes widened, and he immediately shifted the focus of his sight to Wilson's head - similarly, at the wound on the top of his head, a blood-red flesh membrane had condensed at some point and wrapped the wound.
"You said you were a cyborg... But I've never seen a cyborg like this before." Yeger said in a trembling voice, "This kind of recovery ability... cannot be obtained through cyborg surgery. It's absolutely impossible... You, who are you? No... What are you?"
"Now is not the time to discuss this with you." Wilson looked at Yeger deeply and stood up from the ground. "If you want to live, cooperate with me."
