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The cold of the night makes your hands and feet cold.

By this time, Garion's back was already soaking with sweat.

After a series of ideological battles, Garion finally made a deliberate decision. He dragged the middle-aged man who was slumped on the ground to a garbage heap deep in the alley, bent him over in a bow, his knees against his chin, and found a dirty rag to cover him.

After everything was taken care of, Garion whispered, "I'll go and lure them away, you just hide here and don't move." ”

After speaking, he took a deep breath, and after confirming that there was no obvious blood on the ground, he took off his coat to cover the scarlet on his hand, and took out the leaflet in the arms of the middle-aged man with the other hand, and then hurriedly walked in the direction of the alley. He walked to the corner of the next street and casually scattered the list down the street.

The cold wind blew the paper everywhere, like a sudden splash of goose feather snow on the ground.

After doing all this, Garion hurried back, and had just left the shadow around the corner behind him, and before he had taken a few steps, the pursuing police had already hurried in his direction.

One of them, still with a revolver in his hand, looked around and pondered, eventually sweeping in the direction of Garion.

The gloomy gaze and fierce face make people feel uneasy.

Garion tried to keep his composure and not look the oncoming police in the eye. However, the other party stopped him and asked in a stern tone, "You, did you see anyone walking over just now?" ”

"Strange people ......"

Garion pretended to be calm and said, "Report sir, the strange people didn't see it, but just now I saw a panicked guy who couldn't even walk steadily. By the way, there seemed to be some leaflet in his arms, which had just been scattered on the corner of the street. ”

Hear the flyer. The two of them immediately changed their faces, leaving Garion behind and hurried towards the next corner, Garion stood at the entrance of the alley, waited for a moment to make sure they were far away, and then hurried back to the depths of the alley and lifted the rags.

"The police have gone far away, and you're okay now."

The middle-aged man's face was pale, he nodded gratefully, and said, "Thank you...... I won't bother you......"

"Shut up, how far can you go like this. Or just die next to the garbage heap, is it worth it? ”

He just wanted to get up and leave, but was held back by Garion. He glanced at the other party helplessly, and said, "Relying on you little bourgeois, the French Revolution can succeed to hell, now you shut up for me, and I will take you to a place to heal." ”

He took off his coat and draped it over the middle-aged man's injured arm to cover up the traces of the gunshot wound, and then pretended to help a drunk man into the carriage.

Gary took out a franc and stuffed it into the hand of the private coachman, and said pretending to be anxious, "Coachman, please get to St. Anthony Street as soon as possible, I have a friend who was drunk and fell and needed urgent medical attention." ”

"Okay."

The coachman did not slack off, and immediately drove Garian and the revolutionaries in the direction of St. Anthony Street, and in the midst of the bumps along the way, Garion simply bandaged the wounded revolutionaries to stop the bleeding.

After arriving at the door of his house, Garion did not enter, but picked up the middle-aged man and walked towards the place where Zola was staying.

"Knock knock."

The rough knock on the door startled Zola, who was eating, and he hurriedly walked towards the door and unlocked it.

The scene after opening the door startled him.

At this time, Garion, whose shoulders were soaked with blood, appeared in front of him with a dying man on his shoulder, and Garion held on to the door frame with one hand, leaving a scarlet blood mark on it.

Zola hurriedly opened the door for them to enter, and poked his head out to look around to make sure that no one noticed, and then hurriedly closed the door.

"What's going on?"

"Don't say it, come over and help me move everything on the table!"

Zola hurried to the table and removed all the unfinished plates.

With Zola's help, Garion lay the middle-aged man flat on the table, he turned his head to the helpless Zola and said, "It's hard to say, do you know any doctors in private clinics nearby?" ”

Looking at the blood all over the ground, Zola was frightened.

Garion hurried up to him, put his hands on each other's shoulders, and said word by word, "Listen, Zola." Now that human life is at stake, it's not the time to be in a daze, you go and find a doctor for me! Hell, there is no penicillin in this era, but there is already ether anesthesia, and surgery should not be a problem. Forget it, can you survive today to see God's blessing. ”

At this time, Garion completely lost his usual attitude of not caring about everything, and he could still show an unexpectedly calm attitude in the face of an injured stranger.

"Okay, I'll go to the doctor now, but who is this person?"

"Revolutionary Party."

Zola froze in place, and he paused as he glanced at the man lying on the table.

Garion said calmly, "Are you scared? ”

A hint of hesitation flashed in Zola's eyes, but looking at Garion's determined expression, he finally nodded and said, "No, now I'll help you find someone!" ”

The middle-aged man lying on the table in a daze only heard the sound of the thick door opening and closing suddenly, and he couldn't care about the rest.

Garion walked up to him, wiped the blood from his face, walked over to the table, picked up the brandy, and fell towards the wound of the middle-aged man.

Alcohol is poured over the wound to wash away the blood.

The pain instantly traveled from the nerve center to his head, and as he screamed, Garion covered his mouth.

Fortunately, he only let out a clogged sigh, and a pungent smell of alcohol rushed into his nostrils.

"If you don't want to attract the police, shut up!"

At this time, the door was opened again, and Zola led a doctor in a hurry, who looked at the bloody man on the table, was stunned for a moment, turned his head and asked, "Wait, you want me to help someone with wound suturing surgery?" ”

Zola took his arm and said anxiously, "I know, but there's no time now." ”

Garion put the brandy aside and said in a deep voice, "Doctor, the price is negotiable, as long as it can save him." ”

"Are you sure you want me to save me?"

The doctor glanced at him and said slowly, "Young man, it's not that I don't want to save him, the problem is that I'm a veterinarian!" ”