Chapter 172: 【If the dirty white head wants to leave】Take him for medical treatment
There can be no chaos if there is no chaos. This is in the suburbs. There is no killer chasing him yet. Eleven hid Long Lilie under the shade of a tree, covering him with grass. She hurried towards the deep forest, looking for anything that could protect her.
Medicine to heal wounds
Soon, when it got dark and she came back, he had not yet woken up. Many herbs were not available, and she couldn't help but let Long Lilie take them all.
Then……
The lights were lonely on the long street. It was already late at night. She carried him back to the market. He never woke up with him on her back. She was actually exhausted, but now, she couldn't pass out yet.
She thought she couldn't carry him, but after many failures, she still carried him, who was much taller and heavier than her, on her back.
I can’t remember how many drugstore doors I opened, but no one was willing to treat him. They all said he was too seriously injured and couldn’t be saved.
Tears were wrapped in her eyes, and she didn't dare to let them fall. Sometimes once she became weak for a moment, she would never be able to regain her indomitable courage despite knowing despair. She knew that, based on her research on medicinal herbs and poisons, she actually
She could treat him by herself, but she would rather find these doctors or doctors who are far inferior to her. Is she running away? Does she not want to think about the cowardice hidden in her heart?
"Long Lilie, don't die. If you die, I won't go back." She spoke randomly and choked with sobs.
He didn't respond, so she said to herself, "Believe it or not, if I try to hide, you won't be able to find me. Do you really not mind if I leave?"
He was so heavy that he almost fell off her thin body. She sniffed and lifted him up.
After walking all the way and gritting her teeth, she opened the door to a medical clinic at the end of the street. It was already the end. If even this hospital refused to save him...
She put him on the ground with difficulty, wiping the tears that finally shed, she banged on the door
The short man frowned and came over to open the door. He glanced at the man on the ground, shook his head and sighed, "You can't save your life with this look on your face."
He was about to close the door as he spoke. Eleven felt great grief in her heart, but her stubborn temper suddenly rose. She stood up and hugged the doctor's arm tightly, crying: "I beg you to save him...
"
The doctor sneered and scolded: "You want me to treat a dead man?"
Eleven's hands and feet were cold, and he was panicking. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed again and again, "I'm begging you, he's not dead yet, please save him."
The doctor flicked his sleeves and said, "You'd better go back and prepare for your death."
Blood flowed from his forehead and slipped into his eyes. Eleven knelt on the ground in a daze. Just as the doctor was about to close the door and come in, a gleaming sword was pressed against his neck. A cold voice sounded from the front: "Treatment or treatment?"