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"Are you the assassin attacker referring to Mr. Garion?"

The policeman's face changed when he heard the plague-like name, and since he had returned from the funeral of Prince Jérôme, Chief Espinas had given an order to everyone in the police station: when they met Garion, they must deal with the courtesy they had treated their distinguished guests.

He didn't dare to make a mistake, so he hurriedly asked his colleagues to take care of the suspect, then returned the pistol to Turgenev, and hurried over with him.

Garion examined Zola's wound, where a small hole had been made in the muscle of his shoulder, but fortunately the gunshot wound did not hurt his collarbone.

Zola lay on the ground, he held the hands of the people around him tightly, fear and fear eroded the reason in his heart, and began to babble nonsense, "I...... I'm not dying. I...... I don't want to die yet...... If you tell Nana, just say ......"

Zola looked weakly at his blood-stained hands, and for a moment felt like he might be dying.

"Calm down, you're scaring yourself."

Blood was still leaking from the cracks between the fingers of Garion's hands covering the wound, but he temporarily suppressed the wound, he looked at Zola grinning with his teeth bared and looking like he had died, and said helplessly, "My friend, you just got a small hole in your shoulder, and you didn't hurt the vital point, you won't die, believe me." ”

Turgenev just came over, looked at Zola who fell to the ground, and hurriedly squatted down and stepped forward.

"How's it going?"

"The assassin has been caught."

Turgenev's words made Garyan breathe a sigh of relief for a while, and the anger in his eyes was fleeting. It's important to save people now, and when this matter passes, he will return the rest to the other party with interest.

"Wait, this method can stop the bleeding urgently."

Turgenev exited the nest and took out one of the bullets and placed it in the palm of his hand. "This is an emergency method that I learned from my father, which is to cover the wound with gunpowder and then ignite it, and the high temperature of the gunpowder burning will instantly burn the wound and stop the bleeding. ”

He explained, intending to pour gunpowder onto Zola's wound. Zola, however, looked at Turgenev with an expression of lovelessness, and if it weren't for the pain that he couldn't speak, he would have gotten up from the ground and ran.

"Wait."

Garion was also very helpless, after seeing Turgenev's simple and rudeness, he hurriedly stopped Turgenev's dangerous gunpowder hemostasis, he stood in front of the injured Zola, and hurriedly said, "This is not a battlefield emergency, there is a hospital nearby, and it is too late to send it over." There is no need for this high-risk treatment. And Zola may not be able to bear it. ”

Gunpowder treatment of wounds may have caused a series of complications, and in this era before penicillin appeared, it was estimated that it would kill him.

"Let's get to the hospital first."

Galian and Turgenev joined forces to pick up Zola, who had fallen to the ground, and walked to the carriage parked on the side of the street, while the police opened the way in front of them, dispersing the onlookers.

The coachman was still watching the excitement when the crisis broke out, and now he saw someone helping the injured person towards him, and he wanted to leave, but was stopped by the police first.

The two carried Zola until they reached the carriage, and Garion said anxiously, "Coachman, quick, my friend is injured and must be rushed to the hospital." ”

The coachman, however, was disgusted that blood would stain the carriage, and shook his head resolutely not to take Zola to the hospital. He crossed his thighs, shook his head arrogantly, and said, "No, you're too badly injured to put him in the carriage." ”

"But now he has to be taken to the hospital!"

He said disdainfully, "Your friend is injured and I am not injured, ask someone else to send it, I am not available." ”

Hearing this, Garian suddenly became angry, he snatched the pistol from Turgenev's hand, grabbed his sleeve with his left hand, and then aimed the muzzle of the gun at the coachman's head, glared and said, "Believe it or not, I'll take you to the funeral home later?" ”

"Don't don't, don't have something to say."

The coachman, who was pointed at the head with a gun, suddenly panicked, he raised his hand, and said to the policeman next to him, "Sir, don't you care if someone has a gun?" ”

The policeman, however, pretended not to see it, and tilted his head to the other side.

Garion stared at each other fiercely, and asked again, "I'll just ask you if you want to send it?" ”

The coachman originally wanted to extort a sum of money, but under Garion's aggressiveness, he quickly nodded and said, "I'll send it, can't I send it?" ”

Garion asked Turgenev to help Zola into the car, and then urged the coachman to rush to the hospital as fast as he could.

Along the way, Garion's face was gloomy, and the assassination incident and the coachman's behavior just now had pushed him to the breaking point.

Turgenev tried to comfort him, but after seeing the other man's grim demeanor, he gave up his plan.

Zola, who was half-lying in the carriage, frowned and did not lose consciousness. But his face was pale because of blood loss. Once at the hospital, Turgenev and Garion helped the wounded Zola out of the carriage and into the hospital.

Seeing this, the nurse in the hall immediately walked over quickly, took the patient from the hands of Galian and Zola, and used a cart to quickly transport the patient in the direction of the operating room.

Turgenev and Garion were turned away, and Garián, who was stained with blood in his white shirt, turned his head, looked at Turgenev in front of him, and whispered, "Call Mr. Baudelaire, and by the way, ask Mr. Baudelaire to call the Borst reporter." ”

"Huh?"

Turgenev was a little confused, and he didn't know why Garion wanted to bring a reporter over.

"Go ahead, the reporter will not let go of this opportunity."

At Garion's insistence, Turgenev left him alone and set out to find Baudelaire and Bolst.

Garion, on the other hand, sits alone in a quiet hallway chair with his hands on his forehead, and needs to calm down after a series of chaotic events.

Suddenly, the door to the operating room was opened, the doctor came out of it, and Garion quickly stood up.

The doctor walked up to him and said directly, "Go and pay the money, we will operate immediately after paying the money." ”

"I don't have that much money on me for the time being, now go back and get it, can you have surgery first?"

"Nope."

When the indifferent doctor heard that he had no money, he righteously refused.

"This is our hospital policy, unless you pay for it, we won't do the operation."

"But that's a human life, if you don't treat the wound right away, you may lose too much blood and die!"

"No, it's the hospital's rule."

At this moment, Garion finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He was fed up with the snobbery of the Parisian crowd, and knew why 19th-century patients would rather die of illness than go to the operating table. Where is this white-clothed angel who saves lives and helps the wounded, it is simply a devil who knocks bones and eats marrow.

This money-worshipping and rotten sick society.

It is no wonder that Maupassant, Flaubert, Zola, and successive social consciences turned their writing into swords, pointing at the degenerate and decadent capitalist society.

He remembered the description in the diary of a madman, but found it strikingly similar to French society in 1860.

"I opened the history and checked, this history has no age, and the words 'benevolence, righteousness and morality' are written on each crooked leaf. I couldn't fall asleep, and I looked carefully for half the night, only to see the words in the cracks, and there were two words written all over the book that were 'cannibalism'! ”

Religion, capitalists, government.

Knock on the bone and suck the marrow, eat people.

The three mountains have overwhelmed the ordinary people, do you think that the end of feudal rule, the old era has passed, and the good days of the people being the masters of the country have arrived?

Sorry, the evil and shameless magnates of capital are watching you!

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

However, the attending doctor was still chattering in his ear, telling Garian to hurry up and pay the money, otherwise he would not give Zola surgery.

"Shut up!"

The roar interrupted the doctor's words, and Galion, who had been holding back, finally burst into anger in his heart. And the attending doctor was also shocked by this roar.

He pointed at the other party and said, "I'll go get the money now, you'd better hurry up and operate on me!" ”

The doctor pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and asked, "Sir, are you blackmailing me?" ”

Garion slowly clenched his fists, and after losing the last of his patience, he said angrily, "You still want to continue making trouble, don't you?" Call your dean to me at once! One step later, I'll get your hospital in the headlines tomorrow! ”