Chapter five hundred and eighty fifth not far from death
"This man... doesn't look like he was drowned." Grandpa stretched out his hand to remove the hair on the corpse's head. A hole as thick as a thumb appeared on the top of the corpse's head. It was obvious that the piece of skull had collapsed in.
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At that time, Sniper No. 2 did hit Xiang Que's head with his shot, and it was in the right position. There was just a slight deviation. The bullet hit the upper part of his head, which is the edge of the skull, so there was no explosion.
head phenomenon.
The shot in the chest was a penetrating wound, and the bullet passed through his chest. Fortunately, it did not stay in his body. As a result, the fatal wounds that would have caused death without the two shots were all skillfully avoided by him for some reason.
At that time, his man immediately entered a state of suspended animation after falling into the water, and all three souls and seven souls in his body were dispersed. If it weren't for the old Taoist Gujingguan guarding the hall at the critical moment, he used the powerful energy of heaven and earth to maintain Xiang Que's life-soul lamp.
If it is immortal, then the person may have died after he fell into the water.
Therefore, the illusion of when he fell into the water made Zhang Tianshi mistakenly believe that his soul had dispersed and that he was unable to recover. If Zhang Tianshi had not been too confident in his own judgment, he would have sent someone to do what Yin Mengtao said.
If they were intercepted downstream or tracked in the water, if they had to see people alive or dead or corpses, Xiang Que might have fallen into their hands at this time, and he would be completely dead.
"Grandpa, it seems he was injured." The grandson took off the clothes on the chest of the corpse, and a bloody hole was exposed. There were already signs of scarring at the hole, but you couldn't really see it if you didn't look carefully.
Both the grandfather and grandson are ordinary people. Let alone them, even ordinary people would not be able to recognize the two gunshot wounds on Xiang Que's body. If they did, they would probably recognize them immediately.
You have to choose to call the police.
"Haoran, help me put the body on my back and take it back to the hut in front, and then wait for the family members to come and claim it." Grandpa took off his shirt and covered the body's head, then bent down and carried the body with his grandson.
Got up.
Today, when corpses are being retrieved for high prices, there are not many people with good intentions like the grandfather and grandson. The old man and the young just want to take the body back so that the person who claims the body will not suffer the same grief again.
I was so shocked that I never thought about letting people pay money to collect the body.
The mountain road on the shore was rugged, and the corpse floating on the old man's back was rising and falling. Haoran followed them and blinked at the corner of the corpse's mouth with two big eyes and suddenly said: "Grandpa, there is water seeping from the corpse's mouth."
"Huh? Maybe he drank a lot of water when he drowned, and now he was knocked out," the old man said nonchalantly.
Before long, more and more water seeped from the corners of the corpse's mouth.
"Grandpa, grandpa..." Haoran pulled his grandfather in panic and said, "He, he opened his mouth."
"Ah?" The old man was suddenly stunned and quickly put the body down and spread it flat on the ground. A stream of turbid river water gurgled out of the body's mouth.
"It doesn't seem dead?" The old man frowned slightly, put his hands on the chest of the corpse and squeezed it hard. After squeezing it back and forth several times, he opened his mouth and spit out a bunch of debris, including all the water in his stomach.
was squeezed out.
"Haoran, give him artificial respiration, and you should be able to save him from death." The old man said with emotion: "You are really lucky, why won't the King of Hell accept it after this?"
Haoran knelt on the ground, pinched Xiang Que's mouth open and then moved towards him without hesitation.
"Cough cough, cough cough..." After a few breaths, the two people who originally thought they were dead actually opened their eyes.
Xiang Que's eyes were extremely confused and distracted, as if he was about to break if he was held up by one breath. His eyelids blinked as heavy as a thousand pounds, and then they slowly closed again.
"Grandpa, are you really alive?" Haoran closed his mouth and said something dumbfounded.
Grandpa stretched out his hand and touched Xiang Que's forehead for a while, then frowned and said: "The fever is too severe, and the body is very hot. If this continues, even if a person is alive, he will be burned to death again, and even if he is not dead, he will be burned to death.
Okay, this young man’s life is quite difficult. He was so seriously injured and soaked in water. He didn’t die but he developed a high fever. It’s hard to say.”
"What should we do, grandpa?" Haoran asked at a loss: "Do you want to carry it back to the village? Or just leave it alone."
"If you save everything, then let's deal with it. After all, it's a human life. Send it back to the village to see old Jiang for a look. Give him some water and some medicine to see what the symptoms are. If it doesn't work, go to the county hospital.
Give it away”
Half an hour later, the grandfather and grandson carried the half-dead Xiang Que to the village and then sent him to the village health center.
The health centers in rural areas are relatively simple. The doctors are basically barefoot doctors who know a little bit about medical skills but have not studied in any medical school or big hospital. If you say he knows medical skills, it has nothing to do with the professional quality of the nurses in the hospital.
Yes, but if you say you don’t understand, then you must understand a little better than ordinary people.
The simplest symptoms of fever, cold, etc. are somewhat understandable.
It is said that when the old man in this health center was young, he worked for an old Chinese medicine doctor in a clinic in the city. After studying medicine for a few years, he returned to the village to work in the health center when he got older. There were no jobs available.
A little bug or something.
After the grandson and grandson carried Xiang Que into the health center, old man Jiang immediately felt numb when he saw it: "Brother Cao, you fished it out of the river? No, why did you fish it out when people are like this?
, can you tell me if there is any help?"
As soon as Old Jiang looked at Xiang Que, he concluded that there was an 80% chance that this person could not be saved, and now he was basically just one breath away from death.
"Haha, I thought the person was dead when I fished it out, but I didn't expect that when I brought the body back and waited for someone to claim it, I realized that the person was not dead yet. What do you think, old Jiangtou? Since the person is not dead, how can I still return the body?
Do you have to kill me again? I’ll drag you here and give it a try. We can’t just leave a life alone.” The old man surnamed Cao rubbed his hands obediently and smiled.
"You're just causing trouble for me. You Lao Cao family are so kind-hearted, I'm really convinced." Lao Jiangtou briefly checked Xiang Que and found no symptoms, so he continued: "First, disinfect the wound, and then
Bring some salt water to burn him. If he doesn't get better at night, you can either send him to the county or find a pit and bury him. I'm sure there's nothing I can do."
"Okay, okay, just watch it first. If it's not good, then I'll go to the town and find someone from the police station to take him out," Old Man Cao nodded and said.
The old man's grandson Haoran stood aside and groped for Xiang Que's body for a while and said: "Grandpa, there is nothing on him. If the person dies, let's call the police. What if the person doesn't die? How can we find his family?"
"No rush, no rush, I can tell him when he wakes up."
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