"Isn't it good? I think that's great! Aunt Thirteen said with a smile, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

"Aunt Thirteen, this ......" Gao Tian hurriedly said, thinking that Aunt Thirteen should not call him in front of the public no matter what. He was originally a relatively withdrawn person, and he really couldn't stand this kind of 'high-profile' treatment.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the thirteenth aunt.

"Hurry up, Gao Tian follow!" Aunt Thirteen smiled slyly, and quickly kicked up the wooden bicycle that she didn't know what quality it was, and she was not afraid of falling down, and she pedaled so fast that she suddenly surpassed Gao Tian, so that what he was about to say could only be held in his mouth.

Gao Tian scolded a bird and hurriedly followed. If he loses Aunt Thirteen, or if something happens to Aunt Thirteen. No matter how good Huang Feihong's temper is, he has to kill him!

………………

At the end of the day, Gao Tian finally knew how the phrase tired like a dog came about. His current situation is very suitable for this sentence.

In the following time, Gao Tian still accompanied Aunt Thirteen and her foreign female companion all day long to run around and take pictures. Although Gao Tian also wanted to complain to Huang Feihong, but thinking that Huang Feihong had passed on Foshan Shadowless Feet to him, Gao Tian could only endure it even if he had more complaints.

Time passed day by day, and soon a month passed, and Gao Tian was used to running around every day. The most important thing is that the high heaven of Foshan Shadowless Feet has finally officially entered the world under the exercise during this time.

It is worth mentioning that not long ago, when Aunt Thirteen was invited by the head of the drama troupe to go to the troupe to take pictures of the fashionable class owner, fortunately, Gao Tian remembered this plot and pulled Aunt Thirteen away in time to avoid being drenched in paste.

After that, Aunt Thirteen's attitude towards Gao Tian was finally better, and she didn't deliberately tease him and make trouble for him.

And about Liang Kuan, Gao Tian also told Huang Feihong. However, accepting apprentices in this day and age is not a trivial matter. In order to inspect Liang Kuan, Huang Feihong asked Liang Kuan to practice with the militia group, and when a certain time was reached, after the inspection was completed, Huang Feihong would be accepted by Liang Kuan as an apprentice.

On this day, Gao Tian had just returned to Baozhilin with Aunt Thirteen, and found that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

The small courtyard in the front hall of Bao Zhilin was crowded with people, and Gao Tian found that they were all young people of the militia transformed from the Black Flag Army Sailors, only to see that they all had gloomy faces, clenched their fists, their faces were full of anger and sorrow, their lips were pursed, and their eyes were burning with flames, as if they were volcanoes before brewing and erupting.

Seeing this, Gao Tian didn't speak, and asked the thirteenth aunt to go back to the house by herself. The thirteenth aunt also seemed to notice something, and did not be willful as usual, but obediently returned to the house.

When Gao Tian stepped into the front hall, he smelled a faint smell of blood wafting through the air, as well as the pungent smell of gunpowder. His eyebrows couldn't help but raise slightly, and his face suddenly sank.

When Gao Tian ran to the healing room in the front hall, he already saw that the entire healing room was full of people. Gao Tian squeezed in from the outside and saw Huang Feihong, Ling Yunkai, Ya Chasu and several apprentices around a hospital bed, on which a wounded man who had been shot was lying at this time.

Huang Feihong was trying to find a way to stop the bleeding for the injured, while Ling Yunkai, Ya Chasu and a few apprentices were handing medicine and gauze beside him, and they were so busy that they were sweating profusely.

Senior Brother Pork Rong looked furious, full of murderous aura, gasping for breath, his eyes turned red, obviously very angry.

But even so, no one spoke in the entire treatment room, and the atmosphere was so dull that people almost couldn't breathe.

"Master, Uncle Nine was injured by a foreigner's gun, you must quickly take out the bullets inside, otherwise Uncle Nine will be in danger." Seeing Uncle Nine clutching his stomach with a painful face, blood kept flowing from between his fingers, Ling Yunkai stood beside Huang Feihong and said anxiously.

"Foreign guns?" Hearing Ling Yunkai's words, Huang Feihong was stunned, he was good at treating bruises and bone injuries, but it was the first time that a foreign gunshot wound was made. But at this time, it has reached a critical juncture, and even the first time you have to bite the bullet.

"Master, the most fearful thing for people with Zhongyang guns is not that the bullet will remain in the body, but that the shock wave when the bullet enters the body will hurt the arteries and organs of the human body. Of course, it is not good for bullets to stay in the body, it may press the nerves and make it very easy for the injured to be infected, and lead bullets are poisonous, so if you are worried about infectious bacteria, it is best to wash them with spirits several times......" Gao Tian hurriedly came to Huang Feihong's side and told him a lot of theories, explaining the dangers of gunshot wounds, so that Huang Feihong could be more confident.

“…… I see. Huang Feihong deserves to be a good doctor, and after listening to Gao Tian's messy words, he suddenly understood a lot. After a while, he took out the bullet from Uncle Nine's body by the way, and saved Uncle Nine's life in time.

"Okay, Uncle Nine, you last lie down and don't move these days, and you'll be fine after a few days of rest." Huang Feihong smiled and said to Uncle Nine who was lying on the bed.

"Thank you, Master Huang!" Uncle Nine said to Huang Feihong with a grateful face.

"Bandage Uncle Nine's wounds." Huang Feihong instructed a few apprentices.

"Master, this is the bullet of a foreign gun!" Despite his angry face, Pork Rong still picked up the taken projectile with curiosity and asked curiously.

"What's going on?" Seeing that Uncle Nine's life was saved, the atmosphere in the healing room was also relaxed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gao Tian asked Ling Yunkai.

"Uncle Nine was shot by a foreigner with a foreign gun." Ling Yunkai also breathed a sigh of relief, and reluctantly smiled at Gao Tian and said.

"Shot by a foreigner with a foreign gun?" Gao Tian has watched the movie a long time ago, and now he has almost forgotten it, so he naturally doesn't know the reason. "Who did Uncle Nine have a grudge with, and someone actually shot him with a foreign gun?"

"Alas!" After Huang Feihong heard Gao Tian's words beside him, he couldn't help sighing, shook his head and said: "Now there are so many foreign ships in the port, and there are all kinds of national flags, and Uncle Nine can't tell the difference, so the wrong foreign ship was shot and injured by foreigners indiscriminately." Now that the capital is engaged in the Westernization Movement, no matter what the dispute, it is still us Chinese who suffer. ”

"Are we going to live? We don't rely on those Manchurian dogs, those Manchurian tyrants forcibly occupy our Central Plains, and now they are colluding with red-haired ghosts to betray the great rivers and mountains. Pork Rong was already furious, full of murderous energy, panting heavily, and his eyes became red. He looked at Uncle Nine who fell on the bed, angry and couldn't hold back any longer. He walked out of the treatment room, put the medicine holder in his hand on the table, took out a trident from the side, and shouted at the people standing outside the militia: "The court is so weak, groveling and spineless in front of foreigners, colluding with foreigners, betraying our great rivers and mountains, we can only hold back our grievances and vent in our hearts!" Brothers of the militia group, we are going to dismantle the foreigners' boats. ”