There were a lot of noisy sounds in the ward, but there seemed to be an eerie sense of silence between the two.

After a while, Jin Wenwen gently covered her chest and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"He was stabbed in the waist and then his right hand cut off." Roland stared at Jin Wenwen's eyes: "I lost too much blood and is still being rescued." ”

Jin Wenwen herself was half-lying on the bed, and after hearing this, she wanted to get up, but her chest hurt, and she immediately fell back by herself.

Then she asked, "When you came to tell me about this, in addition to the meaning of the notice, do you also want to ask if this matter has anything to do with me?" ”

Roland shook his head: "I don't have this idea, Qi Shaoqiu's father seems to have said just now that this matter has something to do with him." I'm just telling you that Qi Shaoqiu is injured. ”

Jin Wenwen pursed her mouth: "When the results are out, just notify me, my mobile phone number is XXXXXXX, remember." ”

Roland wrote down her number and left the room.

After a while, Jin Wenwen's eye circles began to redden.

The temperament is becoming more and more weak.

Roland returned to the emergency room, and when the three members of the Qi family saw him, they all nodded slightly.

The atmosphere was very dull, Qi's father took out the cigarette, pinched it in his hand, wanted to smoke but didn't dare to smoke, for fear that the smell of smoke would waft inside, which would affect the performance of the chief surgeon and harm his son.

Time passes slowly.

No one spoke.

Because of nervousness and anxiety, everyone in the Qi family sweated a lot, but they were not even in the mood to drink a sip of water.

More than five hours later, the emergency room was finally opened, and the two nurses pushed the surgical cart out, and Qi Shaoqiu slept unconscious on it, with an oxygen tube inserted in his nostrils.

Qi's mother and Xisha immediately followed behind the surgical cart.

Qi's mother asked anxiously, "Nurse, how is my son?" ”

"It's okay for the time being, I'll send him to the intensive care unit for two or three days to see the situation, and then transfer him to the general ward when his condition is stable."

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of the four people were relaxed.

Qi's mother and Xisha immediately followed the surgical cart and left.

Qi's father and Roland stayed.

Then the middle-aged surgeon who came out of the emergency room asked Qi's father, "You should be Qi Shaoqiu's father." ”

"Yes, yes." Qi's father nodded again and again.

"Your son was seriously injured, his arm was cut off, he lost a lot of blood, his left back was pierced, and his kidney was directly pierced, the wound was very large, there was a large amount of blood in his abdomen, and after we cleaned up the clotted blood, we had to remove half of his left bad kidney."

Father Qi's expression trembled: "What negative impact will this have on him in the future?" ”

"The impact will definitely be a little, but not much." The middle-aged doctor smiled and said: "Normal people have two kidneys, and cutting off one of them doesn't affect their lives much, let alone cutting off half of them." ”

Father Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"We've retrieved his right arm." The middle-aged surgeon continued: "I have to say that he was very lucky, whether it was the hemostatic bandaging technique of white gauze, or the decision to wrap the broken arm with plastic wrap and then refrigerate, he was very professional. I have operated on similar surgeries nearly 100 times, the first time I have seen ordinary people have such a professional first aid technique, your son can survive, and these two things have a lot to do with it, otherwise he would have died of blood loss, even if he did not die of blood loss, if no one helped him refrigerate and maintain the activity of the broken arm, on such a hot day, the arm may not be able to be connected so smoothly. ”

It's all 'good' news, and Qi's father breathed a sigh of relief.

Roland also breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he and his father rushed to the door of the ICU, but they were blocked out and outsiders were not allowed to enter.

The head nurse in charge of this place even said: "Go back, you don't have to take care of anything when you enter the ICU, you can't help if you stay here, it's better to go back and rest, just keep the phone open 24 hours a day, and we will notify you if there is something." ”

That being said, it also makes sense, but the relatives are lying in the intensive care unit, still in a coma, but anyone who has a little family affection will feel uneasy, let alone go back to sleep, and don't even dare to go far.

The three members of the Qi family did not go home, but went to the waiting room to sit and rest.

Roland said to Xisha: "I'll go back to the Sword Gym and help you deal with the things there, and call me if you have anything." ”

Xisha nodded slightly.

Purely in terms of 'entry' time, Roland is a senior brother, and in terms of strength, Roland has even surpassed Qi Shaoqiu, and there is no problem in being a senior brother.

After all, it is a traditional sword hall, and there are still many people who are willing to listen to Roland, the 'senior brother'.

Therefore, it was a rather rational decision for him to deal with the current affairs of the Sword Art Pavilion.

Roland nodded at his father and mother, and then left the hospital.

After Roland left, Qi's mother turned her head and asked Xisha: "This is Huang Wenwei that you and Shaoqiu often mentioned?" ”

Roland's real name is Huang Wenwei.

Xisha continued to nod.

"The person is okay, he is willing to help send people in case of an accident, and he is busy before and after, and he also paid the money for first aid."

Xisha said softly: "If it weren't for his help, I would have been in a hurry and didn't know what to do." ”

Qi's father sighed, if it weren't for the fact that his son was still in the intensive care unit and his daughter found a good man, he would definitely laugh out loud.

Now in this situation, I can only sigh: "Good young man, more contacts in the future." ”

Xisha lowered his head slightly: "Let's wait for the eldest brother to wake up and talk about something else." ”

Roland swept a shared bicycle outside the hospital gate, and then pedaled all the way back to the knife hall.

At this time, the atmosphere in the sword hall is quite wonderful.

More than 20 students gathered together, pointing at the solidified black blood from time to time, with different expressions, some surprised, some gloating, and some simply 'laughing'.

Of course, about half of them had worried expressions on their faces.

People's hearts are floating!

It's strange if it doesn't float, the teachers are seriously injured, I don't know if I live or die, can this knife technique be taught?

After Roland entered the cement field, many people found him, and the students immediately gathered around and asked Qi Shaoqiu about his situation.

After hearing that Qi Shaoqiu's situation had temporarily stabilized, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, everyone knows each other, and in the absence of a real conflict of interest, they always hope that others can be safe.

But one kind of rice raises a hundred kinds of people, and there are always some people who think differently.

"Senior brother...... "A man who looks like he is about nineteen years old shouted angrily: "Master Qi is seriously injured, even if his body is well and he breaks his arm, it is estimated that he will not be able to teach us in the future, can you help us ask Xisha, can this tuition fee be refunded, how much can it be refunded?" ”

"Qi Shaoqiu's hand has been connected, and it is estimated that he will be able to come back to teach you again in a month or two." Roland looked at the students around him and said, "During this time, I will be your teacher." ”

There were many students who breathed a sigh of relief.

This group of students came here relatively early to learn swordsmanship, so they had all seen the scene of Roland and Qi Shaoqiu fighting, and they knew that Roland's strength was now higher than Qi Shaoqiu's.

Of course, I was happy to hear that he was willing to take over and continue teaching.

But a third of the people do not know about it.

After all, in the past six months or so, Roland has rarely come to the Sword Gym.

He spends most of his time meditating at home, learning Taoist health preservation techniques and exercising his mental strength.

Even if he came, he just rubbed the breakfast made by the tide sand, and then watched a few friends feed each other, and almost didn't play much.

So these people don't know his strength very well.

Because of ignorance, they will always do things that make people speechless, and these one-third of the people will start to laugh.

"I heard that you are just a student, what are you pretending, do we even have to pay you a fee."

"I heard that you are more powerful than Master Qi, why don't you open a knife hall by yourself, mixing here, it won't be the idea of fighting Xisha."

"I don't want to study anymore, can you help me refund the tuition?"

Six people, saying such things, attacked Roland.

They surrounded Roland, not because they wanted to hit people, but simply to increase their momentum and make their words more intimidating.

Listening to their words, the other students, who didn't have much idea, also began to move.

I want a refund and leave.

Roland swept around the six people and said, "You are new here, you can indeed refund the tuition fee to you, the full amount, but we have to keep the money for the protective gear, after all, it costs to make protective gear." ”

"How much does that armor cost?" A young man took a puff of cigarette and spit it out again, and asked on the spot: "Won't it be 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, and then the tuition fee will not have to be refunded to us, hahaha." ”

"Not much, just a thousand." Roland smiled: "Some of you pay in installments, and you should know how much money you can return." ”

At Roland's suggestion, the fees of the knife hall are now quite flexible, and you can pay in installments, one payment a month, there are six installments, twelve installments, and thirty installments. It's no longer the same as before, and it is handed over all at once.

"I'm going to do it now, okay?" The man smoking a cigarette smiled and asked: "Three of us here are paid in full, and the other four have also paid several installments, and you estimate that six people have 100,000 yuan, do you have so much money?" ”

Roland smiled slightly: "Of course there is, then, are you sure you want a refund?" ”

"Of course I have to retreat." The young man who smoked a cigarette spit out a smoke ring and said: "What is the use of this seedling-breaking knife technique, if you learn it, you will be stabbed casually, and you will not have the ability to resist at all." ”

"That's a sneak attack, head-on...... Not to mention two people, even if the six of you go together, they are not Qi Shaoqiu's opponents. ”

The young man who smoked sneered twice, clasped his hands to his chest, raised one hand slightly, and held the cigarette that was about to run out between his fingers: "I believe that Master Qi can beat six ordinary people, but he is in the hospital, and now you have to teach us, can you beat six?" I don't believe it! ”

"Try it." Roland smiled.

"Then try it." The young man with the cigarette laughed: "But I don't use a Miao knife, I want to use a straight sword, you should have it here." ”

Roland was stunned for a moment, and then smiled a little happily, as if he had seen prey: "There is one in the warehouse, and before the game, we have to put on wooden protective gear." ”

"Afraid of being beaten and injured?" The young man who smoked asked.

"I'm afraid I'll cripple you if I hit you too hard."

The young man looked at Roland's confident and somewhat arrogant expression, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

And the other students suddenly showed expressions of watching the show.

About fifteen minutes later, six people were lying on the concrete field, howling and rolling around.

The wooden knife hurts a lot, and even though there is a protective gear, it still hurts.

The students standing around looked at Roland, all with admiration on their faces, originally they had the idea of dropping out, but now they were all dispelled.

Several people put on protective gear, chose weapons, and warmed up for fourteen minutes.

Roland beat them up in less than a minute.

The knife is fast and heavy.

But he didn't even sweat.

Learn swordsmanship from such a master and earn it!

What kind of tuition refund?