acT55: The moon sets and the stars sink when seeking medical treatment, and the evening breeze is gentle. There were many people sitting or standing in the small courtyard, orange candlelight shining from a guest hall with a wooden door, and figures walking around, looking hurried.

Song Jiu sat at the door, pressing his swollen temples vigorously, his heart was numb. More than ten minutes later, Liu Yan walked out of the door with a tired face, the latex gloves had not been removed, and they were covered with blood.

"How's it going?" Song Jiu hurriedly got up and asked.

"There are still two pieces of shrapnel that cannot be found, the bleeding has just stopped, and surgery must be performed, otherwise the blood loss alone will kill him." Liu Yan sighed, took off the blood-stained latex gloves, and said with annoyance: "I was too busy at the time, seeing that he could jump and jump, I thought it was a bruise, but I didn't expect the warhead to get in." ”

"What does the surgery entail? What can I do? Song Jiu didn't understand the specific medical details, but he only knew that Liu Yan was the only one in this group who knew how to deal with gunshot wounds, so he could only pin his hopes on him.

"At the very least, you have to have conventional surgical equipment, and you have to take a film, the bullet is almost twenty centimeters in, close to the front of the thigh, there is a femoral artery on the side, and then up is the spine, if it hurts there......" Liu Yan shook his head solemnly, obviously Jiao Ziqian's situation was not optimistic.

"How can this be, isn't it just a spanking in the ass? Didn't Luo Yu also get shot, why wasn't it so serious? Gu Li came out and poured out a basin of blood and asked nervously.

"Luo Yu is bruised, it's different." Liu Yan didn't know how to explain the difference between the gunshot wound to her, and said simply: "In short, Ziqian's current condition is not good, Brother Jiu, you yourself are injured, don't go out, send someone to find a hospital." ”

"What equipment do you need?" Song Jiu asked.

"I couldn't get a lot of equipment, so I found the hospital and came back to pick up people and went to the hospital for surgery." Before Liu Yan could finish speaking, there was a sudden exclamation in the room.

Xu Aifei ran out in a panic and said hurriedly: "It's bleeding again, what should I do!" Several people's faces changed, and they hurriedly followed.

Jiao Ziqian, who was alive and well in the past, has completely become a frosted eggplant at this moment, and the whole person is lying flat on the bed, there are several basins of blood and water next to the bed, the left side of the buttocks is bleeding, and the hemostatic cotton in the hand of the cook Niangjia has been soaked.

Song Jiu frowned and walked in front of Jiao Ziqian, the young man's face was like gold paper, his lips were white, and his eyes seemed to be a little sluggish.

"Ziqian, hold on." Song Jiu patted his face, and the latter struggled to squeeze out a smile, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Oops." Liu Yan's face became more and more ugly, and he pressed hard against the root of his thigh, and said urgently: "The shrapnel may have cut the femoral artery, hurry, go to the hospital!" Song Jiu's brain was 'buzzing', and his legs were a little weak, although he didn't understand medical treatment, he still understood the consequences of arterial trauma, and immediately didn't care about asking more, and rushed out of the door to find Boss Lin who was sitting by the lotus pond and knocking on the wooden fish.

"Where is the hospital? Take me there! ”

"Hospital...... The hospital has long been deserted, and there are no doctors! Boss Lin was stunned, Song Jiu's expression became a little hideous, he didn't dare to talk nonsense, he quickly stood up and said, "Okay, I'll take you there." The courtyard was in a mess, and the descendants were all panicked, driving and copying the guys, waiting for Song Jiu to give orders, and even those who obviously wanted to draw the line during the day also showed a little regret.

They don't like Song wine, but they have a good impression of Jiao Ziqian, after all, it was Jiao Ziqian who won time that night.

The door of the guest hall was wide open, and Liu Yan and a few guys rushed out directly with the mattresses, shouting: "I can't wait, let's go on the road together and find the nearest hospital." ”

"Will he be able to hold on?" The cook Jia forced herself to calm down and followed Jiao Ziqian's head.

"I'm stuck in my heart, how long can I last to see the creation." Liu Yan wiped the blood on his face and shouted at the top of his voice: "Is the car ready?" ”

"That's it!" Luo Yu rushed from the other end of the corridor and said hurriedly: "Brother Jiu is already outside." ”

"Come with more people, bring the guys." Liu Yan knew that the traces of the walking corpse were indispensable in second-tier cities, so as a precaution, he also ordered the few remaining ammunition to be brought, and rushed to the temple gate with a mattress.

The pickup truck has been started, the militia worked together to lift the mattress onto the car body, Liu Yan and Cook Niangjia went up one after another to stabilize Jiao Ziqian, and the rest of the people also got into the car in turn, and for a while the roar of the engine resounded through the night, and several pillars of snow and light tore through the night and lit up the front.

"Show the way! Which way to go?! Song Jiu took a deep breath over and over again, warning himself that he must be calm at this moment.

Boss Lin, the co-pilot, was a little flustered by the formation of the whole sortie, stroked his beard, and stammered: "Go straight, about three intersections, and go to the viaduct."

Luo Yu drove the off-road vehicle to the side of Song Jiu, rolled down the window and said, "I'll go ahead and open the road." ”…… The silent ancient temple boiled for a while and then returned to calm, Mengfan and Effie did not follow, although they were also anxious, but it could only add to the chaos if it didn't work, and it should be enough to have Chef Niangjia and Luo Yu's helpers.

The young man of the lineage was almost all dispatched, leaving only a few injuries, and the indifferent man saw everyone leaving, and wanted to go into the room to talk to Effie, but was blasted out by the acne girl.

The indifferent man had a smile on his face, his face stuck by the door, and said, "It's okay if I don't go in, just here, I'll say a few words to Effie." ”

"We're going to rest." The acne girl wanted to push him out, but she didn't have enough strength, and the indifferent man wanted to stick to the door frame like a dog skin plaster, and he couldn't get it out.

There are people watching a play in the courtyard, the women whispering, and the men pointing and pointing, all of which are in the posture of watching jokes.

A few injured guys next door heard the acne girl scolding, and hurriedly rushed out, and the theater party turned into SS soldiers, crowded around the indifferent man, and stared at several injured men with a provocative face.

"It's quite promising, you can't help but come out and jump as soon as Brother Jiu leaves?" Meng Fan walked out of the door with a cold face, looked at the indifferent man with a villain's face, and said with a contemptuous smile: "Luo Yu should have torn both of your mouths." ”

"Little **, don't use your love brother to pressure me, I don't have time to worry about him in the emergency situation in the camp, now everyone is adrift, who is better than whom?" The indifferent man didn't know which tendon was wrong, no matter how sneering Mengfan was, he didn't hear it before, but now he seems to have eaten the heart of a bear and a leopard, and he has a posture of a peasant turning over and singing.

"You tell Brother Jiu this, don't bother us." Meng Fan glanced at a few injured people, motioned for them to go back to the room to rest, and reached out to close the door.

The indifferent man touched the gauze that was still attached to the side of his face, grabbed Mengfan's wrist, and sneered: "Do you think he can come back?" ”

"Idiot." Meng Fan struggled, his wrist was grabbed by him, and he said angrily: "You let go!" A few injured people couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed the camp natives blocking the door, grabbed the indifferent man's collar, and scolded: "Give you face, don't you?" ”

"Fuck you!" Several militiamen rushed up, took advantage of the crowd to knock the three wounded young men to the ground, and surrounded them with punches and kicks.

"Stop!" Meng Fan suddenly realized that something was wrong, and it seemed that these people were really planning to do something while Song Jiu and the others were away.

"Okay, if you want them to stop, you've got to show it." The indifferent man crooked his mouth and sneered, his eyes swept back and forth on Meng Fan's body, and he deliberately said in a weird manner: "It's up to you to hook up with this and that in the camp, aren't you still complaining with that fake Taoist priest today?" What's the matter, let the brothers satisfy you? ”

"Hou Xiong, you're enough!" Xu Aifei couldn't listen to his foul language, so she rushed over angrily, raised her hand and slapped him.

There was a crisp sound of 'pop', and the gauze attached to the side of the face was removed, and the red and swollen wound sewn with the centipede stitches fainted bloodshot.

The indifferent man turned his face in some surprise, stared at Xu Aifei, and said slowly: "How can you do this to me?" ”

"......" Xu Aifei was angry, a little flustered after the slap, she also saw that Song Jiu and the gang were in a hurry to leave with a white face, and only a few of them were left with a few girls and injuries, if there was a real conflict, they would definitely be the ones who suffered.

"How long have we known each other? You've only known that idiot for a few days? He killed Ziming, did you forget? Why are you so protective of him? The indifferent man's eyes were a little hurt, his body also straightened up, pointed to the militia around him, and said, "If it weren't for that guy, would everyone have fallen to this point?" Effie, wake up! ”

"You big man still want to be ashamed!" The acne girl was so angry that she pushed away a few militiamen and helped the wounded on the ground into the room, pointed at the indifferent man's nose and scolded: "Dasha Boyi, if it weren't for Song Jiu, would you have survived to this day?" ”

"Well, since you don't want to open your mind, then it's no wonder to me." The indifferent man pulled Meng Fan out with his arm, and sneered: "Be smart, see the situation clearly, now I have the final say here." ”

"You're a fart, Song Jiu will be able to scrape you alive when he comes back tomorrow!" The acne girl scolded sharply, and when she saw the more militia gathered at the door, fear involuntarily overflowed.

"Tomorrow?" The indifferent man smiled, turned around and shouted: "Go and move everything that can be moved in the supermarket, go!" Meng Fan was stunned, the indifferent man had obviously been planning for a long time, and today he coincidentally picked up the opportunity, Song Jiu and they left a car at the door, and the indifferent man's trick was insidious enough.

What made Meng Fan even more shocked was that he didn't seem to be planning to empty the supplies...... Half an hour later, the supermarket was looted of food and medicine, and several drinking water buckets were filled with well water, and a bucket was stuffed full; Mengfan and the three women were tied hand and foot and thrown into the car, the indifferent man sat in the cab, a militiaman came up in the co-pilot, and the other seven militiamen climbed into the car body, fixed themselves in various ways, and then gestured to the indifferent man in the cab.

"What about the others?" Meng Fan noticed that the people who got on the bus were all men, and the women who sat at the table with them during the day did not follow.

"What others?" The indifferent man asked with a puzzled pretense.

"You can't run far." Meng Fan snorted coldly, guessing the indifferent man's intentions, he didn't plan to take everyone away from the beginning, the man is a security guarantee, and in the absence of a camp, too many non-combatants will only consume supplies.

This grandson not only emptied the warehouse, but also left more than ten mouths for Song Jiu.

"Worry about yourself." The indifferent man started the car, the back of the seriously overloaded pickup sank, and a few screams came from the engine, and a string of tail smoke came out of the 'suddenly' and swayed out in the opposite direction towards Song Jiu.

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