Xiong Weiqun just stared at Zhong Ping stumbling there, still holding the gun in his hand and putting it under Zhong Ping's eyes.
"Okay! You haven't been discovered for so long, and you won't be discovered if you leave it here!" Zhong Ping took the guns one by one with some self-deprecation.
The gun was heavy in his hand, and Zhong Ping couldn't help but think back to Longlong's toy gun. At that time, he thought he was going to be shot by a toy air gun bullet, but the result was water. He had to change it before get out of class was over. Cartoon apron. Cheating water gun.
Then he swung the wheel out again, and all seven bullets were still inside. After studying the gun for a long time, there was really nothing to see, so he just stood there blankly holding the gun.
Upon seeing this, Xiong Weiqun removed the holster from his belt and handed it to Zhong Ping.
Zhong Ping silently took the holster and hung it on his belt clumsily. After finally hanging the holster, he stuffed the revolver in, touched the holster and looked at Xiong Weiqun. What he was thinking was: This is
What kind of thing is it? It’s too big. His down jacket can’t cover it and a section of it is exposed!
But the final solution was that Xiong Weiqun lent his coat to Zhong Ping before going out. Zhong Ping sighed and shook his head - no wonder Xiong Weiqun's tops and coats are all long, that's what they are used for?!
Xiong Weiqun did not go out to get money from the beginning. Instead, according to the original plan, the two went to the hospital at Eight O'clock Hospital when most of the doctors were working.
Zhong Ping was carrying a murder weapon and felt uncomfortable, fearing that an alarm would suddenly sound when he passed through some door. He and Xiong Weiqun entered the office together. Xiong Weiqun's face was pale as he listened to the doctor talking about Dandan's condition.
The approximate cost was mentioned, and it would cost between 300,000 and 500,000 yuan depending on the postoperative condition.
Xiong Weiqun's face became paler and paler, and he kept sitting. His own wounds were aching faintly, and he was also under a lot of psychological pressure. The doctor said that the stem cell transplant could be scheduled for a week later, and he was asked to handle the expenses himself.
I took the list and handed it to the hospital beforehand.
Xiong Weiqun nodded to show that he understood. When he went out, his steps were swaying. Zhong Ping was pushing behind him, fearing that he would fall down all of a sudden.
After leaving the office, Xiong Weiqun frowned and held on to the wall. Zhong Ping leaned his head behind him faintly: "How is it? Do you want to treat it here? Look, let's go to the emergency room to treat the wound and then leave.
no?"
"No." Xiong Weiqun still firmly opposed.
The two took the elevator downstairs. In the crowded elevator, Zhong Ping was still whispering in Xiong Weiqun's ear to ask him to treat the wound in the hospital. Finally, Xiong Weiqun turned his head to the side forcefully and finally stopped Zhong Ping's nagging.