The old lady lived in a remote place. When they heard the gunshot, Brother Yu and the others rushed over.
He raised his head and ordered anxiously: "Quick! Wenbin, you and Yazai deal with that person, and Yunfeng quickly carries the Yuanbao back."
He hurried back to the courtyard.
When Kimchi Girl saw Yuan Bao dripping blood from her upper body, she was startled and screamed! It was extremely loud in this quiet night.
"Shut up! What are you shouting for?" Xiaoxuan glared at her fiercely.
Kimchi Girl immediately covered her mouth with both hands.
Put Yuanbao on the bed, how dare you send him to the hospital with a gunshot wound!
Xiaoxuan helped bandage it.
"How is it? Don't you know how to bandage it?" I asked anxiously with blood on my hands.
Xiaoxuan sweated nervously, and said loudly and hurriedly: "I can, but I can't! I can't stop the bleeding! I can't take out the bullet either!"
At this time, I saw Yuan Bao's chest rising and falling, and his face was already turning purple.
"I...I can help." Pickle Girl suddenly raised her hand and said.
"I am a medical student in the cold country."
"You come!"
Xiaoxuan said two words and immediately gave up her position.
Sister Pao nodded. She ran to wash her hands quickly with soap, then found half a roll of gauze. She couldn't find medical tape for a while, so she used transparent tape.
She first asked me to help Yuan Bao up, then pinched Yuan Bao's mouth open, and asked me to grab Yuan Bao's tongue with my hands and pull it out hard.
I don't understand what it means, but the situation is urgent and I can only do it.
When I pulled my tongue, I found that Yuanbao's chest was not rising so violently.
Pickle girl brushed it all at once, pulled off a long piece of tape, rubbed it with her hands, used it as a rope, and tied it tightly to the ingot, near the heart.
She used so much force that I could see that the tape was cut into her flesh.
She tore off a small piece of gauze, kneaded it into a ball, and stuffed the gauze ball into Yuan Bao's belly like a mud wall to patch a hole.
Then, he made a cross with four layers of gauze, pressed down hard with both hands for half a minute, and fixed the gauze with tape.
After doing this, she slowly let go of her hands, and then motioned for me to let go too.
The gauze is a little red.
It worked, and the bleeding barely stopped.
Seeing this, Pickle Girl breathed a sigh of relief and said: "We can't take out the bullet now, we have to check the wound first. We don't have the conditions and tools, so we have to go to the hospital doctor to deal with it."
Only then did I suddenly realize that Aunt Qing had gone somewhere, and when I asked Xiaoxuan, they said they hadn't seen her.
He took a deep breath and said, "We can't stay here anymore. Pack your things and we'll leave first. Then Yunfeng, you call Wenbin and ask him and Yazai to go directly to the Ghost King Temple and meet there after they finish dealing with it."
I said yes.
Seeing that I was covered in blood, the old lady was frightened and didn't want to leave.
He put his head to coax her and said: "Sister, please quickly pick up your things and follow me. It's not safe here. I want to protect you."
"Come on, grandma, let's not stay here," Pickle Girl also helped to speak.
The old lady hesitated for a moment and finally agreed.
On the way, the boss called the gang leader and told him to find a doctor who could treat gunshot wounds and meet him at the Ghost King Temple, where it would be safe. The gang leader agreed.
Yuan Bao suddenly broke out without any warning, disrupting all our plans! He killed Boss Song, so we had no choice but to go up the mountain to take refuge again.
The only difference from the day before yesterday is that this time we brought the kimchi girl and the old lady.
Now I am a young man, gritting my teeth and carrying the ingot on my back all the way.
Master Li has gone in, and Yuan Bao will be the last man in the Li family. If he dies, the Li family in Luoyang will cease to exist.
More than three hours later, we arrived at the Ghost King Temple.
The gang leader had a strange look on his face and said when they met: "Boss Wang, I just said yesterday that we would meet later, but we met today."
He was a little embarrassed and said helplessly: "Gang leader, accidents are just like this. They are unpredictable and unavoidable. Sorry to bother you."
"Okay, come in quickly."
"How long does it take for the doctor to arrive? How reliable is it?" asked the head.
The gang leader looked at the time: "What time is it? I found someone, and it takes time for someone to come over. As for whether it is reliable or not... don't worry, black doctors specialize in treating black injuries."
This kind of "black doctor" can be found everywhere. He may be the chief doctor of a tertiary hospital during the day. There is nothing wrong with it, except that it is expensive.
Yuan Bao was not dead and was rescued. We gave the black doctor 40,000 yuan.
It can only be said that he was lucky and his life should not have been cut off. The doctor said that the bullet was only one centimeter away from the artery near the heart. If it hit the main artery, Yuanbao would be 100% dead.
After removing the bullet, applying medicine and antibiotics, Yuanbao woke up the next afternoon.
There were so many people in the originally small cannon hole, and it was a bit crowded.
Yuan Bao's stomach and shoulders were wrapped with thick gauze, and he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the cave in a daze.
Just open your mouth when feeding.
I called him twice, but he didn't speak. He seemed to have become mute overnight, and he stopped calling me brother.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he stood up.
"Gang leader, how are you doing? What's the news?"
The gang leader glanced at this place and chirped: "Zhou Cao, this guy is so fierce. He dared to shoot and kill Boss Song in front of him. I heard he almost killed Boss Song."
"I asked around and found out that this guy is dead. People are looking for him now, and people are also talking about it."
"What did you say?"
The gang leader pointed at Yuan Bao and said, "If anyone provides information about him, I'll give you 500,000 in cash. Haha, I'm so fucking excited."
"Why....."
The gang leader sighed: "Anyway, I can see that this kid is a descendant of the Li family, so he will be good this time."
"Boss Wang, it is impossible to reconcile now. You must be mentally prepared. You should also know who Song Da is."
He nodded his head: "I know, I've hurt you."
"Fuck, what are you saying? What can I do to get in trouble? My platoon gang has no parents, no wives and children. I live alone in this ruined temple and die. What should I be afraid of?"
He patted the gang leader on the shoulder and said that I had called a friend from out of town and he should be arriving soon.
"You just called one person? What's the point of using it? Who?"
The leader said: "Jade-faced Mengchang."
The gang leader was stunned for a moment, and his expression obviously changed.
Obviously he knew who "Mengchang" was and kept silent.
There is such a person on Luoyang Road, nicknamed "Wanshitong". It is said that there is nothing in Luoyang that he does not know.
This person was originally a private detective. Because he couldn't get any jobs, he changed his career to inquiring information and had a wide network of contacts.
Through the gang leader's introduction, Baotou got in touch with Wan Shitong and spent money to buy information from him. A piece of useful information cost 10,000 yuan.
We spend money like water. If someone comes to life and says a few words within a few seconds, we have to pay tens of thousands of dollars!
I had no choice but to tell my boss that the money had to be spent.
I didn't sleep last night, so I was sleeping on the floor in the temple this afternoon when I answered a phone call.
"Aunt Qing? Where have you been!"
I don’t know why, but Aunt Qing’s voice sounded very cold on the other end of the phone.
She said: "Shenyan Peak, a good trick."
What good means did I say? What did I do?
Aunt Qing said: "I found Er Zhuizi. It's not that he didn't come to Luoyang. He came, but he is already dead."
"Ah? Aunt Qing, are you sure?"
She continued: "I didn't say anything before, so I felt strange. I know best who Er Zhuizi is... You should be very happy now, right? After all, there is so much money."
After saying that, she hung up the phone.
I'm confused, why am I happy? I'm so happy about this situation.
suddenly.
I looked back.
With his head and hands behind his back, he raised his head and watched the sunset on Mang Mountain.
The pale red sunset shines on Bao's head, making his profile look sharp and angular, but there is an extra shadow when looking from me.