Xiong Weiqun finally picked out a pair of trousers that looked like a plumber's style and put them on. He removed his heavy belt from the original trousers and put it aside. He also randomly picked up a pullover sweater and endured stretching his muscles to affect the wound.
Put the pain on yourself.
Zhong Ping shook his head and waved his hands: "No, no, no, this is absolutely not possible! You can't go! You will really die!"
"Can't you really say something nice?" Xiong Weiqun glanced at him, "I won't die before I finish the operation on my sister."
"What about after the operation?!" Seeing that the situation was out of control, Zhong Ping also began to lose control, and he opened his arms to block the bedroom door with a desperate look.
"What does my family's affairs have to do with you?" Xiong Weiqun said in a very soft voice to avoid using too much force and injuring the wound, "What does it have to do with you when I die?"
Zhong Ping felt as if he had been splashed with cold water in the middle of winter. He suddenly became more awake, as if he had returned to the time when he was disciplining disobedient children. Reasonable and well-founded rebuttals continued to appear in his mind: "Stop being so childish."
Well, you are an adult now, what did you say 'before the operation'? If you really die afterwards, so what if she had a successful operation? Will she live happily without you?"
Xiong Weiqun paused for a moment while tying his belt. Zhong Ping stepped forward angrily and pulled the belt aside and continued to frantic: "Aren't you injured? What should I do if the belt is worn out?"
Xiong Weiqun glanced at Zhong Ping gloomily, stood up holding on to the bedside table, and tried to pass Zhong Ping to the living room with empty steps. Zhong Ping made a gesture to block him, but before he could stretch out his hand, he was caught, and then
When his arms were rotated externally and pressed with both hands, his arms were completely twisted in a circle, forcing his upper body to press down. The joints on his arms were in terrible pain.
The sudden attack almost made Zhong Ping burst into tears. After screaming "Ooooooooo" for a long time, Xiong Weiqun showed kindness and let him go, explaining: "Even if I am injured, you can't stop me."
"Of course I fucking know I can't stop you! Don't you listen to what I'm saying!" Zhong Ping didn't care about anything anymore and his hair was rising like crazy, "Am I fucking willing to let you die in my house! I
What are you doing to stop me? If it’s good for your sister, then don’t bother!”
Xiong Weiqun did not continue to watch him go crazy. He took his belt from his hand and put it on his shoulders and walked to the living room. Zhong Ping jumped on his feet and shouted: "I really stopped you today!" and then rushed up.
, just watched Xiong Weiqun slowly walk to the middle of the living room, and he didn't know where to pull Xiong Weiqun to avoid secondary injury.
God had mercy on him, and Xiong Weiqun turned around again in the center of the living room: "Stop me? What are your plans after you stop me? Can you save Dandan?"
Zhong Ping was caught off guard by the conversation. He spread his hands and opened his mouth and shook his head stiffly. Then he blurted out as if he suddenly remembered something: "Then you can't die first! Who will save Dandan if you die! The wounds are all suppurating! The wounds are suppurating.
There’s a lot of pus!”
Xiong Weiqun looked at Zhong Ping, but without answering his words, Zhong Ping continued to calm down and discuss: "What do you think of this? I will accompany you to Dandan Hospital, but you have to promise to treat your injuries there!"
Xiong Weiqun sighed: "Are you really not understanding or are you pretending not to understand? Hospitals must report gunshot wounds to the police. Once you contact the police, everything will be over, how can you save Dandan?"
Zhong Ping didn't know what happened next. He shouted "Wait for me", then quickly received the wound medicine, iodophor, etc., and threw it into a satchel in front of the closet, and put it on when he just woke up.
Still covered with the down jacket, he slung the bag around his neck and stood in front of Xiong Weiqun in the living room.
Xiong Weiqun refused to help, so Zhong Ping followed him. The two of them left Zhong Ping's house and went downstairs one after another. It was difficult to call a taxi in the middle of the night, so the two of them walked on the crunchy snow to the main road.
I called a taxi and drove straight to the passenger terminal.
With unspeakable luck, a bus was sent to city B half an hour later. The two of them bought tickets and sat on the bus to wait.
After temporarily settling down, Zhong Ping slumped down in his seat, tilted his head and asked the pale-faced Xiong Weiqun: "Does the wound hurt? Did you move too much and bleed when you left?"
Xiong Weiqun shook his head, not knowing what he was denying. He could only hear the sound of gasping and asked: "Why do you want to follow?"
Zhong Ping hesitated: "Look...it's that one. Don't you have that mission? The one who keeps an eye on me? You can't leave me."
Next, Xiong Weiqun still showed off his specialty of asking inappropriate questions: "Do you like me?"
Zhong Ping still showed off his specialty of incoherence: "I just like you!"
The two people in the front seat were sober because of this weird conversation, and they looked back and then turned back.
Xiong Weiqun smiled, then frowned—it hurt when he laughed.
Zhong Ping's face turned as red as a pig's head, and he stammered: "Okay, okay, okay, it's going to bleed, it's going to bleed..."
Then Xiong Weiqun looked slightly satisfied and ignored Zhong Ping's conversation as if he was talking to himself, just like he did after asking strange questions before, and closed his eyes naturally.