"Don't even talk, let the patient sleep for a while. She had lost so much blood that she had to get into the emergency room with a blood transfusion at least 15 to 2,000 milliliters. You've got enough money, right? Don't waste time for money when you get to the hospital. A female nurse spoke, her face full of impatience.

Gu Tingcheng nodded: "I swipe the card, the money is enough." ”

The female nurse showed a slight look of disdain: "You rich people, that's it, willful, the relationship between men and women is really ...... If she doesn't die this time, you can burn high incense, whoever is a junior should quit quickly, and whoever is a scumbag should quickly reflect on yourself, don't wait until you kill others, and then blame yourself and regret it in a fake way! ”

Gu Qingcheng was stunned, and was about to have a seizure, when I pressed the back of his hand.

The two nurses must have regarded tonight's incident as a drama of "love triangle and rape", and automatically labeled me as a "scumbag", while Gu Tingcheng was labeled as a "third party, junior". Comparing with them will only increase your troubles and waste your spittle.

Gu Qingcheng inhaled deeply, closed his mouth tightly, and swallowed what he was about to say back into his stomach.

"Last time I went to the New Silk Road Community to pick up a sick number, the scumbag cheated, the original match caught rape in bed and then cut his wrists on the spot, Xiao San was the same as no one, he dared to smoke in the ambulance, and I was thrown down on the spot, and finally took a taxi to the hospital. Alas, modern people's concept of marriage is too bad, stepping on two boats, cheating in marriage is too frequent, and it is really not worth ...... committing suicide for this kind of scumbag" The two nurses continued the topic just now.

Outside the car window, Dunhuang City was silent in the early morning, only neon signs flashed brightly and faintly.

Under the new "One Belt, One Road" national policy, this thousand-year-old city is about to be revitalized and regain the glory of the ancient Silk Road. It is true that its degree of development is far from being comparable with the political and economic status of ancient times, but it is about to flourish and prosper.

"It is the surface that prospers, and the legends inside, the people and things that have been submerged under the yellow sands of the Gobi, should they have reappeared a long time ago?" In the overlapping of street lights and shadows, I gradually fell into deep thought.

Ming Shui's crazy move of cutting off his right arm can't help but make me deeply reflect on my previous conclusions.

Twenty-five minutes later, the ambulance drove into the Dunhuang People's Hospital and stopped abruptly at the entrance of the emergency room. The back door of the car opened, and another team of first responders gathered up, pulled the stretcher, and took the Ming Shui sleeve into the emergency room.

Under the guidance of a nurse, Gu Tingcheng and I first filled out the admission form, paid 10,000 yuan in advance for the operation, and then waited outside the operating room.

The red light in the operating room is on, and the doctors inside are performing resuscitation.

This is the highest level tertiary hospital in Dunhuang City, and I believe that the doctors will be able to ensure that Ming Shuisleeve's right arm is safe and sound, leaving no sequelae.

"It's really thrilling...... Fortunately, I am here, otherwise I will be extremely embarrassed, and if Miss Ming has something, I will be ashamed for the rest of my life. My friend once took Miss Ming to see a psychiatrist or psychiatrist, and did not warn Miss Ming that she would have a tendency to self-harm, but now it seems that the doctors are still negligent. Gu Tingcheng had palpitations, constantly rubbing his hands, and his mood still couldn't be calm.

I don't think that Ming Shuisleeve has a mental illness, although the act of cutting off his arm just now is dangerous, it can still be understood as an irrational act between men and women after the deep love.

Anyone who has been in love knows that when love is strong, men and women will tattoo each other's name or some kind of totem representing each other, while those younger and more fearless men and women will use cigarette butts and knives to leave scars on their bodies to commemorate the unforgettable moment.

Love makes people crazy, ancient and modern, it can happen to anyone. Those who have never acted crazy because of love can only be defined as "never loved deeply in this life".

"Don't worry, Miss Ming will be fine. It's just an accident, there is no danger, Miss Ming will not die, there will be a blessing - you too. I replied nonchalantly.

My words made Gu Qingcheng laugh, and the stiff and tense atmosphere outside the operating room instantly eased.

She smiled bitterly in a low voice: "Mr. Long said that he was laughing, how can I have any future blessings?" Thundered by the sky—that friend of mine...... Alas, being relied on by him, there is no way, and he can't shirk it. My brother once solemnly warned me that Dunhuang and Mogao Grottoes are a curse, and I don't know how many predecessors in history have broken their halberds and sunk in the sand, and there is not even a single white bone left. There is a bit of a gap between my brother and my friend Lei Dongtian, they are both leaders in their respective industries, so every time they intersect, whether they meet in person or others talk, there is a faint unhappiness of 'one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers'. When I was still in college, my brother once pointed to the globe and told me that there is a 'Great Quicksand Qimen Dunjia Array' in western China, and Dunhuang City is in the center of the 'Great Quicksand', and the location of the Mogao Grottoes is one of the 'Eyes of the Array'. In my brother's knowledge system, 'big quicksand' is divided into two types: 'forward spin' and 'reverse spin', with different names and different driving forces to the world. He devoted his life to wisdom, but he couldn't understand whether the 'big quicksand' of Dunhuang was positive or negative. He didn't approve of me coming to Dunhuang, because in the years of my life, I had the predicament of 'looking at Chang'an in the northwest and pitiing countless mountains', which was extremely complicated and incomprehensible......"

Speaking of this, Gu Qingcheng was tired and slowly sat down on the bench next to the wall.

Gu is wise and resourceful, like the Milky Way full of stars on a summer night.

Thunder moves the sky bravely, sex is like a thunderbolt, and the spark is enough to burn the prairie overnight.

This is something that everyone in Southeast Asia knows, and the two of them are the leaders of the Chinese rivers and lakes in a hundred years, but unfortunately for various reasons, they can't join forces to become a trend, so they can only respect each other.

It is true that this also confirms the classic judgment of foreigners on the Chinese - one person is a dragon, and three people are insects.

"Big quicksand" is a metaphysical term, and the quicksand in the desert is a silent man-eating devil who can devour thousands of people in the blink of an eye without stopping. The "big quicksand" is named after the Qimen Dunjia formation, which shows that it is inexplicable and unpredictable.

I don't like Gu Tianguo, but that doesn't mean I don't respect him.

People who can dominate in any industry have ways to be respected and worth learning.

"It's man-made, it's adaptable. If a person just hides in a greenhouse, how can he grow into a big tree? "I patiently consoled.

Plans can never keep up with the changes, but when I am immersed in the legendary story told by Ming Shuisleeve, how can I imagine that she can fight to cut off her arm?

The electric general who gave her incomparable courage has become an important person, and she must find accurate information about him in order to untie the knot in Mingshui's heart.

As soon as I thought of this, Gu Tingcheng spoke: "Mr. Long, you should have been to the Dunhuang Historical Museum, right?" Is there any information there - about General Electric? ”

"Well, I've been there many times, but I haven't noticed General Electric before, so I haven't made an impression. We'll finish the hospital first, and we'll check it out as soon as we get back. I replied.

Gu Tingcheng didn't even delay for a second, immediately took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and then the person who answered the phone ordered: "Go and check, all the information related to the person surnamed the telephone in the Dunhuang Historical Museum, the time period is about ...... The Mogao Grottoes have appeared until today, that is, from the Sui and Tang dynasties to the present. In addition, find out how many public and private libraries and museums there are in Dunhuang City, make a detailed list, and check them in turn, and the content is the same as above. If you don't have enough people, hire someone and give me an accurate copy of the page within 24 hours. ”

I whispered in her ear: "Check the history department, archaeology department, literature department, drama department in the university, and then check the database of various drama performance groups in Dunhuang City. These two units have done a very detailed job of collecting the wild history of Dunhuang, which can bring more useful information. ”

After painting in Mogao Grottoes for three years, in addition to knowing painters like Director Song and Mr. Yan, I also met many experts in field history. When those people talked about the history of Dunhuang, they completely put aside the ones recorded in the history books, but used one interesting folk tale after another to connect Dunhuang in the eyes of the common people.

Wild history is the richest and most nutritious history, and if you have a pair of sharp eyes to remove the chaff, then you can grab a truly useful break in the wild history under the mud and sand.

Gu Qingcheng nodded, and immediately followed my instructions.

The antique industry in all countries in the world is the same, and I believe that the Gu family has certain connections all over the mainland, so Gu Tingcheng can mobilize a lot of people in a short period of time to complete various tasks for her.

"The search for the general surnamed Dian should have started a long time ago, but my friend Lei Dongtian didn't fully believe what Miss Ming said, thinking that it was just a fool's talk and not worth investigating. Looking at it now, I can't help but believe what she said...... Not everyone has the courage to wield a knife and cut off their arms. Gu Tingcheng hung up the phone and felt it.

Two nurses rushed to the medical trolley, and the stainless steel temperature control box on the trolley had the words "medical plasma" prominently written on the front.

Only in this kind of regular hospital can we ensure that it can be replenished in a timely, sufficient, efficient and hygienic manner.

The nurses were turned at the end of a fifty-step corridor, and they passed me and Gu Chengcheng and trotted into the emergency room.

My eyes followed them in until the sliding door closed and they were out of sight.

"Lulu, Lulu", a sound of footsteps came, and two thin and withered middle-aged men turned out of the end of the corridor and walked side by side in this direction.

The corridor is paved with white tiles, and the footsteps of normal people stepping on them should be extremely crisp and short, but the feet of these two people seem to be dragging on the ground, and with each step, the heels of their shoes are rubbing on the ground, so they make a strange and piercing "lug" sound.

"Miss Ming is a knife wound, now that medical technology is developed, blood vessels, skin and flesh can be quickly sutured, as long as the blood is replenished in time, there is no big problem. Alas, I didn't expect such a thing to happen suddenly, I knew it was like this, I shouldn't have let her bring a knife by my side. Gu Tingcheng said.

Obviously, her eyes were looking at me, but out of the corner of her eye, she was glancing at the two who had suddenly appeared.

The knife was very sharp, and if it was an ordinary knife, it would only cut a half-inch-deep wound on Ming Shui's arm at most, without causing a deep wound.

Lei Dongtian likes cold weapons, and has built separate armories in four private houses on Hong Kong Island. If that knife turned out to be a thunderous thing, it must be a treasure knife that sharpens iron like clay.

Or, that knife belongs to Gu Qingcheng, and the knife that antique connoisseurs look at is definitely not a mortal product cast from scrap copper and rotten iron.

The knife is still in the hotel, and I hope that after the front desk attendant calls the police, the police will not take it away as a murder weapon.

"What kind of knife is that?" I turned my head to look at Gu Qingcheng.

When we looked at each other, we all laughed.

The two men were in the same mind, and both understood that the other had paid attention to the strange stranger who had broken into the end of the hallway.

"Genghis Khan's Three Blades." Gu Tingcheng replied.

I was silent on the surface, but on the inside I was taken aback.