When he said "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" he was, there was an unbearable roar from outside: "Let me in now!"
Zhong Ping was frightened and obediently opened the door for K.
It seemed that he was right. The pale person outside the door was K. As soon as K stepped into the room, Zhong Ping also saw why K's face was so white: there were three large blood stains on his arms, abdomen and thighs.
As soon as Zhong Ping saw the blood, he trembled and moved his eyes elsewhere, and his face turned into a bitter melon. The last thing he wanted to do was see others getting hurt. As soon as he saw other people's bleeding and the shape of their wounds, he felt pain himself.
"Don't be stunned, go and boil water, and then mix it with water at a ratio of two to one..." The roar outside the door just now seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and K gasped and ordered Zhong Ping to work, with difficulty
He stretched out his hand, holding a bottle commonly used in hospital slings, which was filled with transparent and clear liquid.
Zhong Ping didn't dare to neglect, fumbled and took the bottle, and fled into the kitchen without raising his head.
Then K fell down on the flat sofa in the living room, breathing rapidly as if he was relieved. Fortunately, the task was completed. His head was smashed in such a way that the medical fairy could not save him again.
His original plan was to sneak in while the man was away and kill him as soon as he got home. But the man was as simple and cautious as the task note said. He didn't succeed in the first attack, so he had to fight with him. In the end,
He picked up the poor guy's cell phone and smashed it in the head. The phone case broke open and fragments were lodged in his temple, and the fight was over.
And he was scratched on the abdomen by his own knife. He didn't know how deep the wound was. He only knew that it hurt strangely and that he bled a lot. The blood stains on his arms were from when he covered the wound, and the blood stains on his legs were from when he covered the wound.
The blood stains came out while driving...
There was nothing he could do about it even if his blood was present at the scene. He had nothing to do with the victim. He had been careful not to let people in the community see him in the past two days. As long as he confirmed that the wound was okay, he would return to Linshi to resume his life.
With the money in hand, he is free and worry-free.
"You...what's wrong..." Zhong Ping asked, staring at the steaming kettle.
"This is called injury." K replied breathlessly.
"You have to go to the hospital...or I'll take you to the hospital..."
"Not going."
Nonsense, can I go to the hospital? In every sense of the word, I can't. Why did he decide to drive here in the first place? The reason is probably... this poor kindergarten teacher can't call the police and is easy to take care of.
After he got here, the kindergarten teacher didn't intend to stab him in the back. Or rather, he couldn't look straight at him anymore?
Zhong Ping handed K a towel with his head turned, and K tore open Zhong Ping's blood-stained shirt and unscientifically covered the wound with the towel. Fortunately, the wound seemed to have stopped bleeding a long time ago.
The dark red mark seemed to be only about ten centimeters. It seemed that the blade was cut at an angle. Now he could only pray that he would not get tetanus or something like that...
"It's better to go to the hospital, you lost a lot of blood..." Zhong Ping, who accidentally noticed the blood stains, advised earnestly. He was so clumsy due to the slight dizziness and stiffness that he almost knocked over the kettle.
"Wait for the water to cool down and mix it with alcohol for me. It's anhydrous alcohol." K ordered. He felt that he had become drowsy just after looking at the wound to confirm that everything was fine. Coupled with the excessive blood loss, he finally looked at the clock.
Ping dipped the drinking water jar into cold water to cool down the boiling water, and then closed his eyes.
Zhong Ping found that K had lost consciousness. Half an hour later, the water had cooled down. He had been calling for a long time without calling for help. This made him fall into panic again: the person who was going to kill him was going to run out of breath now.
Ah, even if the police are called, how should he explain it! He made it look like a murder scene! He is acting like both a murderer and an accomplice!
After being frightened for a long time, he silently imitated the TV series and put his hand under K's nostrils. He found that he was still breathing even though it was weak. He was relieved. He didn't care whether the injury was nothing serious or caused K to die. He felt that the most important thing was that K was still breathing.
The convenient way is to call 120! But K had simply said "no" to his proposal before.
What if K dies!? Even if K dies, it has nothing to do with him! But he doesn’t know anything except that K is called king! The police will forgive him... No, no, he will die when K dies.
Stuff k into the kitchen closet cupboard…
By the time he realized what he was thinking, the water had turned cold. Even if he deserved it, the problem was that he had done such terrible things without doing anything... A deep sense of failure lingered in his mind.
in his mind.
After silently mixing the alcohol, he decided to break the jar, and immediately helped K take off his shirt that had been torn in half, and also took off his blood-stained outer pants.
After confirming that there were no wounds on K's arms and thighs, Zhong Ping laid K flat on the sofa. The hideous wounds on his belly's flesh were so outward that Zhong Ping couldn't look directly at him. Just by looking at him from the corner of his eye, he felt the corresponding pain in his belly.
The location is aching.
Clean the wound... Yes, he should help clean the wound. But why should he help clean the wound? Who knows why? But it was just him. So he vented his anger and rummaged through the drawer where he kept medicine.
, there were no large pieces of medical cotton inside, just a small bag of cotton swabs that had been there for who knows how long.
He put aside the cotton swab and the medical alcohol he had blended, moved to the kitchen stool and sat upright to stare at K for a while. Finally, he prepared his mental struggle, gritted his teeth, and started to wipe the wound with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol while holding on to his bitter face.
Bloodstains around.
K was lucky. He lost consciousness and didn't know the pain. God knows, he looked at the wound and felt so much that he almost collapsed.
And he didn't dare to look directly at the wound, and he was afraid of damaging it, so the work of cleaning the wound continued until late at night, and his face was twisted to the point of cramping, which could not be corrected without pinching hard.
After the wound was cleaned, he went to a 24-hour pharmacy because there was no trauma medicine. The clerk was so sleepy that he could only open his eyes half way. He got him gauze and medicine, and dutifully told him to change it twice a day.
Keep dry and clean.
When he returned to the room, he grimaced again and carefully applied a layer of medicine to K's wound. Then he wrapped gauze around K's waist several times thickly. After wrapping it, he stretched his hand to K's pale face.
He tested his breathing and found that he was still alive, so he breathed a sigh of relief that it was done.
Regardless of the fact that he chose to major in kindergarten teaching, this must be the most frightening and challenging thing he has ever done.
But he didn't feel the joy of being a successful person at all, because he remembered the story of the farmer and the snake.