The cry contained a man's roar, as if he was in extreme pain and was crying without any rules.
When Yun Qiao was about to listen carefully, Xi Lanting took her hand: "Get in the car and go back to sleep."
"Help, help me..." Yun Qiao suddenly heard such a heartbreaking roar.
It was loud and clear, ringing in the night.
This area is a park, and there is an abandoned building complex nearby, which used to be the Yamen Garrison Staff Office, but was later abandoned. There are shops on both sides of the street, all of which are closed at night.
Yun Qiao pulled Xi Lanting: "Uncle Qi, there seems to be someone."
Xi Lanting: "Let's go, it has nothing to do with us."
Yun Qiao refused to leave: "Go and have a look."
Xi Zun drove the car over, took a gun and got out of the car, very alert: "There seems to be a sound. Master Qi, let me go and have a look."
Xi Lanting felt that the people around him, whether they were darlings or followers, were willing to meddle in other people's business and were well fed.
He was impatient: "Go ahead."
Xi Zun's steps were very fast and his reaction was quick, and he followed the sound.
Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting stood still, crying and roaring coming from time to time.
After about five minutes, Xi Zun carried someone out.
The crying continued, almost whining.
Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting took a few steps forward and saw Zhou Mulian.
Zhou Mulian was covered in blood and was in a miserable state; and his right hand was bent abnormally, and blood kept pouring out from his hand.
Both of his legs seemed to be broken.
Yun Qiao was startled: "Is it you?"
Xi Lanting frowned.
Zhou Mulian faintly collapsed, unable to speak complete words except for meaningless wailing and crying.
Xi Lanting said to Xi Zun: "If you do a good deed, send him to Jimin Hospital."
"Seventh Master, you..."
"Yun Qiao and I are walking home." Xi Lanting said, "Go quickly."
Yun Qiao said: "Let's go over there and have a look, put him down and then take the car back. Isn't it the same thing?"
Xi Lanting disagreed.
Xi Zun saw that Zhou Mulian was about to die from pain, so he had to put him in the car quickly, and said to Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting: "Master Qi, please wait a moment, I will come back to pick you up soon."
"Okay." Xi Lanting said.
Yun Qiao is still watching.
Xi Lanting's hand gently blocked her eyes: "What are you looking at?"
"That Zhou Mulian, it seems that someone cut off the tendon on his hand." Yun Qiao said, "I heard that he is famous for his surgery and is very valuable. If the tendon is broken, it must be very miserable, right?"
The surgeon's hands must be deft and steady.
Once the hand tendon is broken, it is difficult to recover as before. You may not be able to hold the scalpel firmly in the future, and the person will be half disabled.
"He can still teach." Xi Lanting didn't care.
Yun Qiao felt that Zhou Mulian definitely didn't think so.
She was a bit gossipy again: "Is he seeking revenge? He was still playing in the club at night. Who wants to cut off his hand tendons? It must not be a hooligan, but someone with a grudge."
Xi Lanting: "Stop talking about others."
Yun Qiao: "I'm just curious."
Xi Lanting grabbed her hand and kissed her gently: "Aren't you curious about me and what other men do?"
Yun Qiao: "There are so many strange things about you that I can't stop being curious about."
Xi Lanting: "..."
He took a few steps forward and squatted down: "I'll carry you on my back to make up for the secret I can't tell you."
Yun Qiao: "..."
He's still very good at flirting.
In front of him, Yun Qiao surrendered and completely lost her opinion and thoughts.
As expected, she let him carry her.
Yun Qiao discovered that his pain was different from the pain of ordinary people; and he himself was strong and not weak. It was just that he had an overbearing personality. This was true. It was not caused by pain, but was born with him.