Saving people is like fighting fires, and now the condition of the wounded is very bad, Zhang Yi, who is busy rescuing, can't wait for himself to come out.

When he helped the fifth wounded man stop the bleeding, he suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly to the surroundings: "Zhang Yi, if any of you are nearby, immediately go inside for me to save people." ”

No one noticed that the four ghostly figures, from the wall not far away, rushed to the construction site with agility, their appearance did not attract anyone's attention, after all, several young men of about twenty years old, the surrounding workers thought that they were people who rushed to help nearby.

"Help him, he's dying!"

A hurried voice came with a bit of crying. The worker who spoke, dark-skinned and emaciated, and two other co-workers, carefully carried a bloodied wounded.

Zhang Yi had just finished stopping the bleeding for the sixth wounded when he heard the shouts and ran towards it:

"Immediately put him on the ground, lighter, I will treat his wound and hurry up to stop the bleeding."

Because of Zhang Yi's rescue, coupled with the fat middle-aged contractor shouting loudly, many people already know that Zhang Yi is a doctor, and at such a critical juncture, even if Zhang Yi is young, they also regard Zhang Yi as a savior.

"You go and save the others, hurry up, send them all here, and he will leave them to me!" Zhang Yi said in a deep voice.

The three construction workers who sent them over had tears in their red eyes, and the dark-skinned, thin-skinned middle-aged man looked at the miserable appearance of his co-workers who had been with him for many years. Finally, he still couldn't hold back, tears dripped down big drops, and whimpered: "Lao Huang." You TMD hold on to Lao Tzu, our wages have risen, the food is good, and the days are booming, you must hold on to me, how many of our brothers...... The brothers said that they were good, and they would be paid the day after tomorrow. We also have a few drinks together. ”

"Lao Huang, you still have a paralyzed wife at home, and a daughter who is in junior high school. You must not have anything to do, hold on, your wife and children still need you to take care of them. Hold us up until we get the others out. I will definitely be with you. ”

Another middle-aged man. Tears also slid down his dirty face.

"Ahem......"

The wounded man covered in blood, coughing up blood in his mouth, his eyes were round, his eyes were full of desire and unwillingness for life, the arm pierced by steel bars was lifted with difficulty, looking at the three workers who wiped their tears and turned around and ran towards the construction site, his voice was weak and hoarse:

"Old Hou. Don't go ......."

It's a pity that his voice is too small, and the scene is chaotic. Completely drowned out his voice.

Zhang Yi looked at the wounded man in front of him, and a sadness rose in his heart, because the other party's lungs were also inserted with a steel bar more than ten centimeters long, and it was estimated that his lungs had been penetrated by the steel bar.

This kind of injury!

It is fatal, even if he has vitality to nourish and repair him, it is difficult to save his life.

Even!

Zhang Yi really couldn't believe that a wounded person with such serious injuries could hold on until now! If it had been someone else, his lungs would have been pierced, and he would have suffered several fatal wounds on his body, I am afraid that he would have died long ago.

His willpower is strong!

The reason why he is still alive now is probably because he has an obsession in his heart that has been supporting him.

Zhang Yi didn't administer needles to him, with tears in his eyes, looking at the desperate look in his eyes, and the thick unwillingness on his face, he asked in a trembling voice:

"Uncle, what do you want to say?"

From the tears in Zhang Yi's eyes and his sad face, he saw Zhang Yi's compassionate character and the kindness in Zhang Yi's heart.

Moment!

He seemed to be injected with infinite strength, both hands suddenly grabbed Zhang Yi's arms, with a thick pleading in his eyes, a stream of blood choked out of his throat, as if he was struggling with the strength of his whole body, and the sound of struggling to roar, in that hoarseness, only Zhang Yi leaned his head over, and he could barely hear it clearly:

"My family...... Help...... They ......"

Zhang Yi said without thinking: "Don't worry! I will inquire about the situation of your family, I will help you take care of your wife and children, and I promise that they will definitely live safely, healthily and happily. ”

When the middle-aged worker heard Zhang Yi's words, his round eyes showed strong gratitude, and in his bloodshot eyes, as two bloody tears slipped down his face, and in the continuous coughing sound, a mouthful of blood was coughed out by him, as if it was squeezed out of his throat, and it was barely heard by Zhang Yi:

"Thank you, little ...... Brother ......"

Now!

The strength of his whole body seemed to be taken away in an instant, and the hands that were holding Zhang Yi's arms fell down weakly, and his whole body was paralyzed in an instant, with reluctance to life in his eyes, with his attachment to his wife and children, and swallowed the last breath in the blood and tears.

Zhang Yi felt that his nose was sour, and the tears swirling in his eyes finally burst out of his eyes and dripped on the face of the deceased in his arms.

He's a man!

Although he was once inconspicuous, in Zhang Yi's heart, he was a man who stood up to the sky and was iron-clad.

From the mouths of several of his previous workers, Zhang Yi could hear that he had a paralyzed wife and a daughter in junior high school at home.

The blood on his body has flowed out too much, and the injuries on his body are too heavy and too serious, and he should have died a long time ago, but because of the strong concern in his heart, he relied on strong willpower to persevere.

"Uncle, don't worry! Your last wish, I will do it for you, your paralyzed wife, I will find a way to treat her, give her a worry-free life, your daughter in junior high school, I will help you take care of her, provide her with a good learning environment, so that she can grow up healthy and happy. ”

Zhang Yi's hand gently brushed over the middle-aged face and gently closed the other party's widening eyes.

Now!

It was not a time of grief, and with the last words of the deceased in his heart, he turned and ran towards the other wounded.

Sirens, from far to near.

When the ambulances drove into the scene of the accident quickly, Zhang Yi had already helped nearly 20 injured people with acupuncture to stop bleeding, and used vitality fluid to nourish and repair their wounds, and even two of the most seriously injured patients, Zhang Yi also used vitality fluid to protect their hearts, hoping that they could stay strong for a longer time, and strive to send them to the hospital for surgery as soon as possible.

"Da Long, Da Long, where are you bastard?"

The fat middle-aged man wearing a yellow hard hat looked at the chaotic crowd around him and yelled profusely.

A young man, with a pale face, squeezed through the crowd and said loudly: "Boss, I'm here!" ”

The fat middle-aged man shouted loudly: "Go to the finance immediately to get the money, take some more to the hospital, those wounded must hurry up to arrange the operation, I will prepare more money to rush over." ”

"Okay, I'll go."

The young man, named Dalong, pulled his legs and ran into the distance.

The fat middle-aged man turned around and looked at Zhang Yi gratefully, and without even having time to say a word of thanks, he rushed to the wounded, helped those doctors and nurses, and carefully put the wounded on stretchers one by one and sent them into the ambulance.

The salvage is over.

Zhang Yi turned his head and looked around, and found that Zhang Yi and the four people in the crowd were looking at him, and immediately made a gesture to them to leave, and then strode to the side of the deceased named Lao Huang, looking at several construction workers who were wiping tears beside him, Zhang Yi asked in a deep voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, a man cannot be resurrected from death, his injuries are too serious, several are fatal wounds, you mourn! Can anyone tell me his name, and his home address? ”

The dark-skinned middle-aged worker, who was emaciated, looked up at Zhang Yi and said, "He is Huang Fuqiang, a native of Huanglou Village, Shishi Town, Rongju City. ”

Zhang Yi remembered the name, remembered the address, turned around and strode away.

At the chaotic construction site, Chu Zhongyang was wearing a white coat and carrying a medical kit on his back, and quickly ran to a wounded man, however, when his eyes fell on the wound of the wounded, his brows suddenly wrinkled:

Odd!

It stands to reason that this position should be bleeding nonstop, right? Why is there no bleeding now?

Chu Zhongyang had doubts in his heart, and after carefully examining the wounded, he found that several relatively large wounds on his body were no longer bleeding.

With that doubt, he turned to the other wounded man, and found that his condition, like the wounded one just now, was extremely hideous, the flesh was torn open, the flesh was blurred, but there was no blood flowing out of the wound at all.

Scary!

It's so wicked!

their wounds......

Subsequently, he examined several wounded in succession and found that their conditions were almost identical.

"It can't be! Why didn't the wound bleed even when it hurt the major arteries? ”

Chu Zhongyang squatted beside a wounded man, with an incredulous look in his eyes, and muttered to himself.

"Director Chu, why don't you stitch and bandage the wounds of the wounded?"

A kind-hearted little nurse followed Chu Zhongyang's side closely, looked at his dull gaze, and suddenly asked.

Chu Zhongyang woke up from his stupor, immediately looked at the wounded man with a painful face and asked, "Tell me, before we arrived, did anyone treat you?" ”

The wounded man sat on the ground, supported by his fellow workers, and when he heard Chu Zhongyang's words, he endured the pain of the wound, nodded and said, "There is a little doctor who has treated me, and he has stuck needles in my wound, and the wound will not bleed!" ”

Needle prick?

Acupuncture?

Little doctor?

Chu Zhongyang suddenly thought of Zhang Yi's appearance, and suddenly asked urgently, "What does that little doctor look like?" He...... What's his name? (To be continued......)