Chapter 285 'Thanks to Han Fusheng's Ten Thousand Rewards'
Liu Chengbei suffered a gunshot wound. If he was sent to a regular hospital, the other party would definitely call the police.
At that time, once the police arrive and take Liu Chengbei under control, his mission will have failed.
After all, our main mission three is to survive in Hong Kong Island for a month.
During this period, the Lord God has expressly stipulated that one cannot be arrested or deported, and the consequences of violation will be obliteration.
Therefore, Liu Chengbei's situation is obviously a dilemma. On the one hand, he will die if he does not go to the hospital, and on the other hand, he will be wiped out if he goes to the hospital. No matter what choice he makes, it is difficult to survive.
"Lu Penghui is dead, Niu Dada is dead, and Liu Chengbei is about to die now. How could it be like this!" Looking at the dead Niu Dada and the pale Liu Chengbei, Niu Dashun slammed the car door.
In the evening, we also ate chicken stewed with mushrooms and drank two taels of Moutai.
But now, in just two hours, one person has become a cold corpse, and the other one is also dying.
"You can't go to big hospitals. If you go to Chengbei, you will die. Let's try our luck at a small clinic." Wu Ming spoke slowly and motioned for everyone to get in the car first.
Of course, if Wu Ming is willing to take risks and use extraordinary power in this world controlled by the Lord God, Liu Chengbei can also have a way to survive.
Unfortunately, after using extraordinary power twice before, the Samsara Watch has issued a warning, indicating that using extraordinary power in the novice world will increase the difficulty of the next world.
Wu Ming thought about it again and again, but decided not to take the risk, because the difficulty was increasing and he was not sure to what level it would be.
For example, if in the next world, he is directly thrown into a plot such as the Battle of the Gods or the Twilight of the Gods, it will be a matter of death or life. To be fair, Wu Ming is a selfish person, and he cannot do it for Liu Chengbei.
, and put yourself in danger.
Taking advantage of the darkness, the off-road vehicle drove at full speed, looking for a small clinic on the roadside.
About half an hour later, on a noisy street, I finally found a illuminated door sign with the words "Yan's Clinic" written on it.
"Doctor, is the doctor here?"
Pushing open the door of the clinic, several people broke in.
In the clinic, a thin doctor in his fifties and wearing glasses raised his head when he heard the sound.
"Ah, you guys?" When he looked up, what Dr. Yan saw were the firearms in the hands of Wu Ming and others.
Seeing the gun, Dr. Yan shrank in fear and quickly raised his hands: "What are you going to do? I don't have any money here."
"Who wants your money? I have a wounded man here. If he is cured, I will give you one million." Niu Dashun spoke hurriedly while supporting Liu Chengbei.
When Dr. Yan heard one million, his throat visibly slid, and he hurriedly said: "Put down on the bed over there and let me see the patient."
Niu Dashun supported Liu Chengbei and placed him on the bed in the clinic.
Dr. Yan walked up and unbuttoned Liu Chengbei's shirt. The first thing he saw was the punctured bulletproof vest and the wound oozing blood.
"This, this is too serious, I can't do it here!" Dr. Yan just looked at the wound and shook his head.
Wu Ming held the m16, stood at the door and looked outside, and asked without looking back: "Why not? Aren't you a doctor?"
"I'm a doctor, but this is just a clinic. I can usually treat him with a cold or a fever. But for such a serious injury, there's nothing I can do here. Apart from anything else, I can't do it just to give him a blood transfusion.
Moreover, there are fragments of body armor in his wounds, so it is impossible without surgery!" Dr. Yan looked helpless, saying that there was really nothing he could do.
The small clinic on the roadside is not a regular hospital, so there are blood transfusion and surgical equipment.
Liu Chengbei's shoulder was injured by a sniper rifle. Only with such an injury can he save his life by going to a large hospital.
Dr. Yan took a simple look and knew that there was nothing he could do about such an injury. If he acted rashly, he would only harm others and himself.
"Doctor, do you know if there are any private clinics around here that can perform surgeries?" Niu Dashun asked impatiently after hearing what Dr. Yan said.
Dr. Yan shook his head slightly and replied firmly: "No, the gunshot wound on his right shoulder was not caused by an ordinary bullet. You go out now and take him to a regular hospital. You can still save him."
"No, he can't go to a regular hospital. Doctor, please think of a way." Dr. Yan's proposal was directly rejected.
Everyone knows that this kind of small clinic has very simple conditions. If you can go to a regular hospital, you won't have to come here.
Unfortunately, Liu Chengbei's condition did not allow him to go to a regular hospital at all.
Even if they knew clearly that being sent here would mean a narrow escape from death, everyone could only accept it.
"Old man, what are you doing?"
On the second floor of the clinic, a middle-aged aunt in her forties or fifties walked down with a mean look on her face.
When Wu Ming and others saw her, they subconsciously raised their guns, causing a burst of screams.
"Gun, old man, they have guns!" the middle-aged aunt screamed, her voice very harsh.
Niu Dashun impatiently lowered his gun and shouted at Doctor Yan: "Tell her to stop screaming, or I'll shoot her to death."
If she screamed again, she would be beaten to death. The mean-looking middle-aged woman was so frightened that she quickly shut her mouth.
Dr. Yan didn't dare to be careless and quickly explained: "This is my wife Guifen, who helps me in the clinic."
"Old man, I'm going up, you guys take your time and work!" Aunt Guifen's legs were shaking with fear, and she hurriedly went upstairs.
"etc..."
Old Jiang held a cigarette in his mouth and suddenly said: "Dr. Yan, your wife doesn't understand the rules, does she?"
"No, of course not. My wife is very steadfast. Whatever she sees, she will treat it as if she has not seen it and it will not be a bad thing." Dr. Yan quickly explained, while waving to Aunt Guifen and shouted in a low voice: "It's okay."
What are you doing standing around, I have osmanthus tea in the drawer, why don’t you go make some tea quickly!”
"There's no need to drink tea. Let's take care of our brothers first." Old Jiang was an old man in the world. Of course he wouldn't drink tea brewed by a doctor.
You must know that medicine does not separate families, and it is not a problem for those who are doctors to use poison.
Everyone is not familiar with it. If you are drugged and knocked unconscious, you will cry without tears.
"Your brother, the biggest problem now is excessive blood loss, which has reached a dangerous level. Normally, excessive blood loss will be accompanied by shock, fever, insufficient blood supply to the heart, etc."
Dr. Yan thought for a while and then said: "I only have antibiotics and glucose solution here, which is of little help to him. I can only try my best to see if I can bandage his wound and stop the bleeding. If
If it doesn’t work, I can’t do anything, so let’s just leave it to fate.”
"Try your best!" For the sake of saying this, Old Man Jiang could only nod silently.
Dr. Yan took out the glucose solution from the medical shelf and hung it up for Liu Chengbei, and then gave him a cardiac injection.
After doing all this, they started to clean Liu Chengbei's wound and started to use gauze and cotton wool to stop the bleeding.
As time passed, Liu Chengbei never woke up and fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss.
Twenty minutes later, Liu Chengbei developed a high fever and started talking nonsense in a daze.
"I cleaned the wound and stopped the bleeding. Unfortunately, I can't do surgery here. The bullet in his shoulder was so deep that I couldn't remove it, and I couldn't completely stop the bleeding."
Dr. Yan paused slightly here and asked hesitantly: "Are you really sure you won't send him to the hospital? I don't think he will survive tonight."
"If we go to the hospital, will the hospital call the police when they see his injuries?" Old Jiang took a puff of cigarette and asked Dr. Yan.
Dr. Yan nodded and replied firmly: "Of course it will. This is the responsibility of the hospital. Unless you hijack the hospital, there is no way to avoid it."
"Old man, is Chengbei hopeless?" Niu Dashun felt depressed after hearing Dr. Yan's answer.
Old Jiang remained silent, looked at Liu Chengbei who was talking nonsense, and sighed: "We can't help him, it's his fate."
"Dr. Yan, thank you. This is your reward." Old Jiang put ten thousand-yuan bills on the bedside and whispered: "We will stay with him here for a while. I hope you don't mind."
"No, no." Dr. Yan nodded and collected the money on the bed.
Ten minutes, half an hour, an hour...
At 1:30 in the morning, Liu Chengbei stopped breathing forever under everyone's gaze.
There are no last words, no parting words, no reluctance to part with life.
Just like when we met, Liu Chengbei came and left quietly, like a falling yellow leaf.
"Hello everyone, I am Liu Chengbei. I am a courier. I can run very fast."
"I have already thought about it. When I return home after completing this mission, I will buy a house in my hometown so that my parents can live a good life."
"Hey, this gun is really heavy, I can't even touch it..."
The cold body was carried into the car, leaving only memories.
We drove straight to Tsim Sha Tsui, a place with mountains, water and woods, which was the final destination of Liu Chengbei and Niu Dada.
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"You are back!"
In the apartment, Wang Yunxi, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at Wu Ming and the others who walked in, and asked in confusion: "Where are you and Cheng Bei?"
There was no answer. Wu Ming and others piled their weapons bags and cash boxes on the coffee table, and no one spoke.
"Something happened?" Seeing everyone's reactions, Wang Yunxi sat up from the sofa.
Wu Ming nodded silently, took a can of beer from the coffee table, opened it and took two sips: "He was beaten to death on the spot, and Cheng Bei was seriously injured and died."
Sitting on the sofa, Wang Yunxi hugged her legs and let out a long sigh.
She has said before that everyone should not be greedy. In the end, you will really risk your life.
If everyone had chosen to stop with the previous one million, they would have been able to return safely.
It's a pity that greed never ends. If you have one million, you will want ten million. Greed is the most terrible thing.
"Click the money to see how much there is."
Opening the cash box, Wu Ming and others counted the harvest and found that the real cash was only 20 million.
The remaining 30 million was just a cover-up with white paper. No wonder the other party chose to take action only halfway through the inspection.
"The jewelry worth 50 million is still in our hands, and there is 20 million more cash. Let's talk about whether to do the next step. We have ten days to return." After counting the harvest, Wu Ming spoke slowly.
Old Jiang lit up a cigarette and did not discuss the issue of whether to do it or not. Instead, he said with a ferocious smile: "Let's not talk about the money in advance. That Dong Qi arranged for us to take advantage of others. This revenge must be avenged, and it will also be considered for Cheng Bei and
A big explanation, what do you think?"
"I said before that if Fatty Dong dares to play tricks, I will skin him. Hehe, I have many shortcomings and only one advantage, that is, I do what I say!" Wu Ming also sneered, with a murderous look in his eyes.