Chapter 1627 Why do I feel like I am the one taking the blame? Life is indeed very difficult (please subscribe and vote)
Li Ke opened his mouth and breathed through his mouth like a silver carp left on the muddy river beach.
This way of breathing made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Brother Chu Bi, let's just stay here and do nothing?"
"Who says nothing? Am I not giving first aid to you who is seriously injured and dying?
Of course, by the way, I will wait for those who should be on the stage, and when they come over, I can have a good fight with them..."
After handling the blood-soaked bandages, Li Ke was wrapped more all over his body, making it appear that he was seriously injured and dying.
However, although Li Ke's nose bleeding was a bit heavy due to the bruise on the bridge of his nose, Cheng Chubi is used to seeing strong winds and waves.
Excellent medical workers who have seen countless bloody scenes still feel that the amount of blood is not enough.
Li Ke looked at Cheng Sanlang, who was shaking his head frequently, and couldn't help but wonder, "Brother Chu Bi, what's wrong with you?"
"Our current scene layout is still not good enough. The scene is not bloody enough."
Cheng Chubi explained in a professional tone. "Generally speaking, the human body's blood is between ten and eleven pounds."
"How can you be seriously injured and dying without losing three to five kilograms of blood? My dear brother, you don't even look pale enough..."
"Brother Chu Bi, what do you mean?" Li Ke's face turned green, and he subconsciously held the half-length roll of cloth with his two nostrils exposed with both hands, feeling extremely evil in his heart.
"According to what you mean, little brother, I'm going to have to bleed several kilograms of blood, right?"
Cheng Chubi laughed and said disapprovingly. "Of course not. You can't pretend to be dead and become a real dying person."
"Sigh... If I had known earlier, I should have sent someone to the market in Zhengjiazhuang to get two chickens and kill them to get their blood."
"Anyway, others can't tell whether it's chicken blood or human blood. Alas, it was a mistake. I didn't think carefully at the time."
Standing next to the carriage as surgical assistants, Cheng Fa and Cheng Da, who were already extremely bored, couldn't help but their eyes lit up.
Cheng Fa stuck his head in and made a flattering suggestion.
"Third Young Master, this is easy to handle. When I came here just now, I saw a large bamboo forest over there, and there was movement inside.
In all likelihood, there are living things like bamboo rats.
Why don't you go to Xiaoren and give it a try? If you can get one or two bamboo rats to come back and bleed, you can also tidy up and replenish it for His Highness later."
"..." Cheng Chubi looked at Cheng Fa with a dark look on his face. He really wanted to kick him. When you are doing something important, you damn girl still want to mess with bamboo rats?
After hearing about bamboo rat, I became obsessed with enjoying the delicacy of dry-pot bamboo rat. I have only eaten waxed bamboo rat a few times since my trip to Chang'an.
Li Ke, who had never tasted such delicious food, subconsciously touched his belly. Hey... why did he feel a little hungry?
"Bamboo rat? This is a good idea. Li De, please quickly ask two people to go and have a look with Cheng Fa..."
"Brother, can we stop making trouble?"
"Brother Chu Bi, how can you make such a fuss? You said you don't have enough blood. Now we have to ask people to buy chickens. It's easy to leak and let them hunt bamboo rats."
"I just put the blood here so that I can show my little brother that I am seriously injured and dying. I can replenish my health when I come back. Isn't this good?"
His Highness King Wu's eyes started to glow green when he saw this guy.
Cheng Chubi wiped his face with a black line and shook his head helplessly.
"Come on, you love me, get out of here. Before the Zheng family and the Luoyang Order arrive, if you can't get the bamboo rat back, I'll drain your blood."
Cheng Fa suddenly felt a chill in his heart and hurriedly rolled and crawled towards the distance. He felt so stressed.
After all, the Third Young Master always spits and nails, just in case he really can't get the Bamboo Rat.
His Highness King Wu, who was afraid that the Third Young Master wanted to bleed himself and could not eat the bamboo rats, would definitely not be willing to speak for him.
Sigh... I obviously made a good suggestion with good intentions, but why do I feel like I am the one taking the blame? Life is indeed very difficult...
Manager Chai tried to get closer several times, but was stopped by Cheng Jie's people.
Although he was extremely anxious, he had no choice but to wipe his tears and beat his chest and feet.
"If I had known that such an accident would happen, I shouldn't have gone to see His Highness and Third Young Master today. Alas... this is really..."
Cheng Jie looked at this manager Chai with pain in his face, who didn't know the inside story, so the emotional scene was definitely very real.
Considering what the Third Young Master had said before, naturally he could only continue to let him go, but in the end Cheng Jie still spoke to comfort him.
"Don't worry too much, Manager Chai. My third son's medical skills have always been excellent. I think he can save your highness's life."
"Who is that? Someone come over quickly and help Manager Chai over there to have a good rest."
"Really?" Chai Guanshi, a big shot man, had red eyes, like an old rabbit with an aged face (referring to the eyes and wrinkles, please be positive).
"Of course it's true. I believe my young master, he has such abilities."
Cheng Jie patted him on the shoulder and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he was helped to the side.
At this time, Cheng Jie suddenly noticed an old man with a white beard who appeared and disappeared on the second floor of a teahouse in the south of Zhengjiazhuang.
He was peeping furtively over there, looking very unkind.
Cheng Jie walked to Li Min, who was looking around cautiously, and pointed in that direction covertly.
"Look, that old guy has been sneaking around here. Could it be that he saw some flaw?"
"I'll go take a look." Li Min's face changed slightly, he ordered two guards and ran towards that direction.
The seventh master of Zhengjiazhuang, who had always wanted to see clearly the situation of the overturned carriage, but was afraid of being seen by King Wu's personal guards, was already very cautious.
But he still underestimated the vigilance of these veteran drivers who had been on the battlefield.
In a short time, considering his age, he also proved that he is the elder of the Zheng family in Zhengjiazhuang.
Li Min asked the two guards to "escort" the old man over. He made sure that the pale-faced old man from the Zheng clan didn't see anything he shouldn't have seen.
But this old guy happens to be one of the people in charge of Zhengjiazhuang, so naturally he cannot be allowed to leave.
However, seeing that this old guy was so weak and looked like he was going to attack him at any time, Cheng Jie could only rush over and tell Cheng Sanlang how to deal with this old guy.
"Where are those policemen from Luoyang County? Give the old man to them."
"Even if the old man does hit him, if the Zheng family is to blame, then he can only blame the Luoyang order who was born in the Cui family."
By the time Cheng Jie was ordered to leave, two sticks of incense had passed. Of course, if the operation was performed on a critically ill patient.
Without two or three hours of operation time, it would be impossible to get off the operating table.
But now, Cheng Chubi could only squat side by side with Li Ke, the "severely injured and dying" Prince of Wu, in a carriage that smelled of blood.
Do you just continue to sit down like this in a daze? Cheng Chubi glanced at the densely packed personal guards around him.
Chapter completed!