Looking at the inkman covered in blood, Luo Wanmei blamed herself even more, the inkman met the killer twice, it was because of her, if the inkman hadn't called him today, I'm afraid she wouldn't have known about the killer.

"Sister Luo, don't think about it, this matter is not just about you and Jin Feng. Seeing this, Moke couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although Jin Feng dealt with him, of course, there were some reasons for Luo's Jewelry, but I am afraid that it was more because he won Wu Shan in a bet last time, which made Jin Feng lose face. It would be strange if a person who was almost doing well suddenly lost on one thing, and the other party did not get angry.

"In any case, your injury is inseparable from our Roche jewelry. Luo Wanmei is colorful.

Seeing this, Moke also knew that no matter what she said, I am afraid that Luo Wanmei would not change her opinion, although she did not have much contact with Luo Wanmei, she still knew her character very well, and it was difficult to change the things she believed.

Luo Wanmei drove the inkman to his villa quickly, and after a while, a doctor came to the villa, and the old doctor was also startled when he saw the inkman covered in blood.

"Mr. Luo, this gentleman's injury is better to be sent to the hospital, the conditions here are limited, I'm afraid," the old doctor said directly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, just a little blood. The inkman looked at the visitor and said lightly.

Seeing that Moke could still speak, and his tone was not too weak, the old doctor was also stunned, with his experience, such an injury, I am afraid that the whole person will be unconscious.

"Doctor Jiang, you can help him deal with it here, and if necessary, I will take him to the hospital. Luo Wanmei on the side said.

"Oh well. Hearing this, Dr. Jiang nodded slightly, and began to examine the injuries on the ink keep.

"This is a gunshot wound," Doctor Jiang said with some surprise on his face.

"Doctor Jiang, I still want you to keep this matter a secret. Luo Wanmei on the side heard this, but she was not too surprised, this Dr. Jiang is her father's doctor, who has worked in the Luo family for many years, and she can definitely be trusted, otherwise she would not have asked Dr. Jiang to come over to help Moke treat his wounds.

When Dr. Jiang heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said no more, the ink man suffered a gunshot wound, although it was beyond his expectations, but he could only pretend not to know about this matter.

"There are a total of three serious wounds on this gentleman's body, two of which are easier to deal with, but the wound on his back, the warhead is still in the muscle, I don't have an anesthetic here, and I don't have the tools for surgery, I'm afraid" Doctor Jiang examined the wound on Moke's body and couldn't help frowning.

Doctor Jiang was called by Luo Wanmei in a hurry, he didn't prepare too much at all, he just heard that someone was injured, and prepared some simple wound treatment medicine, if the wound on Moke's back was fine without the warhead, but now that the warhead was stuck in the muscle, he couldn't do anything.

"Doctor Jiang, you can take out the warhead directly, you don't need to worry about other things. The inkman said lightly. If it weren't for the fact that his back arm was not easy to reach, he would have been able to take out the warhead himself.

"But there is no anesthetic, and there are no surgical tools" Dr. Jiang frowned, as a professional, he knew that without anesthetics, even minor surgery could make patients faint in pain, and without surgical tools, once they started, God knows what would happen. Even the smallest surgery is in danger of failure.

"Inkman, can you do it?" Luo Wanmei looked at Inkman and said.

"Don't worry, I'm in charge. Inkman said with a smile.

And measured?

If it weren't for Luo Wanmei's presence, Dr. Jiang would have scolded a long time ago, you have watched too many movies, and you still want to operate without anesthesia, you should think this is a police movie.

"Doctor Jiang, you just do what Moke says. Luo Wanmei looked at Dr. Jiang.

"This," Dr. Jiang hesitated.

"Doctor Jiang, I'm not afraid, what do you have to be afraid of. The inkman was a little speechless.

Dr. Jiang rolled his eyes in his heart, of course you are not afraid, I am a doctor, and I am a professional, you don't understand medical knowledge, I understand.

"I'll try to try it, if something is wrong, Mr. Luo will ask you to call an ambulance immediately. Although Doctor Jiang was a little reluctant, who let him eat the bowl of rice of the Luo family, he was not easy to refute Luo Wanmei's words, but he was still ready to send Moke to the hospital.

Dr. Jiang took out the scalpel, and after a simple disinfection, he began to treat the wound on the back of the inkman, don't think that the scalpel is only used for surgery, in fact, it can also be used in simple wound treatment, and the removal of some rotten flesh. As a doctor who has been practicing medicine for many years, he naturally prepares a scalpel, of course, this scalpel is also different from the professional scalpel in the hospital.

Dr. Jiang carefully cut open the wound, and to his surprise, the wound did not bleed on a large scale, and even the ink man's body trembled meaninglessly.

"Strange" Doctor Jiang frowned slightly, and then became a lot bolder, and began to deal with the wound.

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After more than ten minutes of hard work, the warhead stuck in the muscle was finally removed, and Dr. Jiang couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead. Looking at the wound with very little bleeding, he was also puzzled, according to his experience, such a wound, the bleeding could not be so small, and the whole operation process, the ink man did not move the slightest. This is simply the same as the legendary Guan Gong scraping bones to heal wounds!

After medicating and bandaging the ink man's wound, Dr. Jiang asked the ink man the doubts in his heart, "Your will is the toughest of any patient I have ever seen, but I wonder why your wound doesn't bleed much? If I hadn't seen you alive with my own eyes, I would have suspected that you were a dead man." ”

The wounds of the living will bleed, but the wounds of the dead will bleed greatly, because the heart has no power and the blood has no pressure, so naturally there will be no heavy bleeding.

"It's very simple, because I have martial arts, and I can control my muscles and blood easily. The inkman said lightly.

"Martial arts, control muscles and blood?" Doctor Jiang heard this, and looked at Moke with an incredulous expression, is this a joke?

Seeing Dr. Jiang's look of disbelief, the ink man smiled slightly, and inserted his finger into the wooden table in front of him.

"Poof"

The next moment, the solid wood table, like papier-mâché, was directly pierced by the inkman's fingers.

"Hiss"

Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Dr. Jiang finally believed what Moke said, he was indeed a martial arts practitioner, and as for controlling muscle blood, I am afraid it was also true, otherwise it would not be possible to explain why Moke's wound bleed so little.

"It's a pity that this method can't be generalized. Dr. Jiang smiled wryly and shook his head.

Although I don't know how long Moke has practiced martial arts and to what extent, as far as Moke's fingers are inserted into the solid wood table, it is not something that ordinary people can do at all, at least, he has lived for so many years and has not seen anyone else have such a method.

If there were, it wouldn't be against the sky.