He said he promised not to scream, but Zhong Ping still winced when he saw the wound was bleeding again. He took a step back and pointed at it and shouted: "Stop the bleeding quickly!"
Xiong Weiqun didn't even have the strength to glance at Bai Zhongping. Judging from the bleeding posture, it was probably not the artery that was injured. Except for the blood that came out due to strenuous exercise at the beginning, not much blood came out after that.
Xiong Weiqun was only half-full of this surgical knowledge. He had never dealt with such a wound before. He propped himself up on his elbows, dipped cotton dipped in iodine, and cleaned the wound with a grin.
So far Zhong Ping has not been of any help. He watched Xiong Weiqun clean the wound with a grin, and after a while he said weakly: "Otherwise, we should go to the hospital, this won't work..."
Xiong Weiqun gave him a hard look before he calmed down again.
During the bandaging stage, Zhong Ping finally helped. First, he crushed the oral anti-inflammatory drugs and analgesics, wrapped them in a piece of plastic and applied them to the wound, and then wrapped the bandage in a circle around Xiong Weiqun's waist.
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At Zhong Ping's insistence, Xiong Weiqun was moved to the bed. Almost as soon as he touched the pillow, Xiong Weiqun lost consciousness and fell asleep.
As soon as Xiong Weiqun fell asleep, Zhong Ping started to get excited again, thinking about whether to call 120 while he was asleep and ask 120 to take Xiong Weiqun away for treatment. After thinking about it, Zhong Ping still couldn't make the call. But.
He shouted in his heart that he had been shot and his life was at stake. How could he just do it at home and let it go?