After turning a few turns from the alley, he felt a sense of emptiness in his footsteps due to excessive blood loss. Without thinking about it any more, he returned to Zhong Ping's apartment and opened the door by himself with the key he had been given.
After finally sitting down on the sofa with difficulty, he didn't even turn on the light. He took off his coat and shirt in the darkness and threw them to the ground. He took a deep breath and frowned at the wound on his abdomen.
While running all the way, he didn't feel much pain. As soon as he calmed down, he felt that the wound was on fire. He checked with his hands and found that the wound was a bullet hole, not a scratch. The bullet was probably lodged inside.
At such a coincidence, Zhong Ping drank too much water before going to bed and got up to pee. In the past, Xiong Weiqun would wake up when he got up at night. This was due to the sensitive nerves Xiong Weiqun had developed over the past few years.
So he was not surprised to see Xiong Weiqun sitting on the sofa. He just wanted to let go as soon as possible and then go back to sleep, so that everyone would be happy.
When he returned to the living room after going to the toilet, something different happened. Xiong Weiqun stopped him: "Please help me go downstairs to buy something..."
Zhong Ping paused strangely. Buying something? At this time? He looked at his watch out of doubt: "Can't I buy it tomorrow?"
"You turn on the light first." Xiong Weiqun took a step back.
Zhong Ping turned on the light and looked at Xiong Weiqun, who was covering his abdomen with his bare upper body. Looking again at his abdomen, he saw that it was covered with fresh-looking blood. Looking at his pants again, there were also large blood stains on them.
Looking at the clothes thrown on the ground, they were also stained with dots of blood. So Zhong Ping froze on the spot, suddenly waking up from his half-dream.
"Go to the drugstore and buy iodine, medical alcohol, gauze and cotton. Also need a lighter and small scissors." Xiong Weiqun ordered.
So after a few months, Zhong Ping was once again summoned by the injured Xiong Weiqun. While he was putting on his clothes in a panic, he thought that he was really unlucky and always encountered this kind of thing. When he rushed downstairs, he thought that he must not do it this time.
If he fainted again and fell unconscious, he really didn't want to see the wound again!
After sending Zhong Ping away, Xiong Weiqun went to the bathroom, casually pulled a handkerchief and covered the wound.
He didn't know why he was shot, and in his hurry, he didn't trust the woman who was supposed to be on his side. Speaking of which, he didn't know who was on his side, neither l nor e, whose origins were unknown.
The same goes for women. I don’t know who he is working for, and I don’t know if this is considered a success in receiving the goods, or whether he will get money. The recent mission is too ridiculous.
At this point, he had no choice but to let go of his usual defenses and trust the kindergarten teacher. Compared to doing it alone, this was a relatively better choice.
Zhong Ping carried all the things Xiong Weiqun wanted upstairs with his thoughts in mind. He watched Xiong Weiqun take apart the small scissors, then lit them with a lighter and roasted them repeatedly. He looked at the corner of the sofa and asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"
"Does it look like you're fine?" Xiong Weiqun asked back.
Zhong Ping continued to hesitate. He wanted to go back to sleep but felt it was wrong. He felt that it was futile to help. Unexpectedly, after Xiong Weiqun finished baking the scissors, he handed the scissors handle to Zhong Ping: "Come here and help."
Zhong Ping's face immediately fell: "Huh?"
Not allowing him to stay stunned, Xiong Weiqun kept staring at him and motioning for him to come over. He had no choice but to move over and said, "I really can't deal with wounds like blood... I really can't do anything..."
"Help me." Xiong Weiqun still looked at Zhong Ping.
Zhong Ping took the scissors with trembling hands: "What do you want me to do? I really can't do it..."
"The bullet is in the wound, help me pick it out."
Listening to Xiong Weiqun saying such bloody facts in a calm tone, Zhong Ping immediately cried out in distress, waving the scissors and saying no, absolutely impossible.
Xiong Weiqun was helpless and had no choice but to reach out and take the scissors back: "Then I'll do it myself. Did you buy the iodophor you bought by mistake?"
Zhong Ping shook his head nervously and said as if he remembered something: "Probably not..."
Xiong Weiqun didn't check again, so he took cotton dipped in alcohol and cleaned up the area around the wound. He took a deep breath, thinking that in this case he should expand the wound first and take out the warhead, so he calmly put the scissors to the wound.
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At this time, Zhong Ping wailed, which frightened the Xiong Guards so much that their hands shook, and then said angrily: "If you can't help, don't make a fuss, okay?"
"It's better to go to the hospital! Please! What if the internal organs are injured? We can't delay it any longer!" Zhong Ping put on a ferocious face, as if the wound was on his belly.
"You go in the house." Xiong Weiqun frowned and stared at Zhong Ping to drive people away. He was already in enough pain and weak, so he just wanted to treat the wound himself, and he had to be scared. Is there anyone who treats the wounded like this?
"Please...just go to the hospital...what if you die..."
Xiong Weiqun felt cold: "Can you say something nice?"
"I'm going to call 120, I really want to call..."
"I can't go to the hospital. Calling 120 is equivalent to forcing me to leave. By the way, don't you really want me to leave? Threats to you are in the wrong direction." Xiong Weiqun said as he put down the scissors and leaned down while covering the wound.
He picked up the shirt and draped it hastily on his back with one hand. He was 80% relieved and 20% seriously planning to leave.
Zhong Ping was at a loss and wanted to hold Xiong Weiqun down, but he didn't know where to press it: "I didn't drive you away! Why don't I call 120? Oh my god, stop moving, it's bleeding again..."
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After finally getting Xiong Weiqun to sit back on the sofa, Zhong Ping had no choice but to compromise: "Treat the wound quickly, otherwise it will be worse if it takes longer..."
Xiong Weiqun breathed a sigh of relief and still asked: "You go in the house."
At this time, Zhong Ping didn't know which ditch he had collected the courage from: "I have someone to take care of me, right? I promise not to yell!"
Xiong Weiqun failed to chase them away, so he had to use a lighter to burn the scissors again, and warned again: "Don't say a word."
Zhong Ping nodded hurriedly.
This time, Xiong Weiqun placed the scissors next to the wound again, inserted it without hesitation, and tried to find the warhead inside. The warhead was not as deep as expected, and the tip of the scissors touched the piece of metal with a single movement, without thinking about it.
When the wound was injured, he opened the scissors inside the wound, jammed the bullet casing, and pulled the bullet casing out of the wound.
Zhong Ping couldn't look directly at the wound, and kept staring at Xiong Weiqun's face. Because of the blood loss and pain, it was horribly white, and he clenched his teeth tightly, and veins burst out on his forehead. Before he could feel that Xiong Weiqun's expression was also visible to him.
The pain was excruciating. Xiong Weiqun suddenly closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. His nervous right hand holding the scissors dropped to the side, accompanied by the sound of metal hitting the floor as the bullet hit the ground.