"Boss, my brother is already dead, and yet he lifts the coffin board, this..."
The monk looked at Er Gouzi with an embarrassed expression, showing some humiliation, but secretly gave Er Gouzi a few banknotes.
Ergouzi accepted it calmly, then looked at the Japanese devil and said with a smile: "Taijun, I know this person, he is a good citizen, why don't you let them go."
Ergouzi smiled attentively at the devil, and then he secretly stuffed something into it, and the devil took it calmly.
"Xinxi, since I know you, there's no need to check!"
The Japanese patted Er Gouzi on the shoulder with satisfaction, and then walked back with the gun in hand.
"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss!"
Seeing this scene, the monk hurriedly thanked Er Gouzi, and then called on everyone to get on the cart and enter the city.
After entering the city, the monk took the people for a walk on the street, and then they found a medicine shop called Jishitang and walked in immediately.
"Shopkeeper, do you have a doctor here?"
After the monk entered the door, he asked the shopkeeper who was collecting money.
"Yes, I am."
The shopkeeper nodded, then looked at the monk, thinking that this tall and thick man didn't look like he was sick.
"Shopkeeper, do you have a back door here? My brother is very ill. I'm afraid that pulling him to the front door will affect your business."
Knowing that this person was the doctor, the monk bowed to him and said.
"Yes, I'll ask my buddy to take you there."
The shopkeeper nodded. Unexpectedly, this man was quite wise and knew that it would not affect his business. Then he took care of a person to lead the monk.
The monk followed the leader and pulled the cart to the back door, and then everyone carried the coffin in together.
"Shopkeeper, those people brought in a coffin. Are all the people dead?"
After the person leading the way saw the coffin, he hurriedly ran back to the shop in front to report the news.
"Coffin? I'll go take a look!"
Hearing that it was a coffin being carried in, the shopkeeper was a little confused, and then walked towards the backyard.
"Everyone, aren't you talking about the patient? Why did a coffin come in?"
When they came to the backyard, the shopkeeper saw the coffin and looked at the monk suspiciously and asked.
"Sir, the patient is inside, please wait a moment."
As he spoke, the monk led people to open the cover of the coffin, revealing Li Qiufan lying inside.
"What...what disease does this man have? Is he still angry?"
The shopkeeper took a few steps forward and saw the pale Li Qiufan inside, thinking that he was out of breath.
"I'm not sick, I just suffered some trauma. Could you please take a look at me."
The monk untied Li Qiufan's clothes and showed the wound to the shopkeeper.
"Is this caused by a cannonball? Who are you?"
Seeing Li Qiufan's wound, the shopkeeper instantly saw what it was, and then looked at the monk and others in horror.
"Shopkeeper, don't be afraid, we are from the Eighth Route Army."
Seeing the appearance of the shopkeeper, the monk knew that he could no longer hide it, so he simply revealed his identity.
"Eight...eight...eighth road?"
When the monk said it was the Eighth Route Army, the shopkeeper stuttered. This county was full of Japanese and puppet soldiers, and a group of Eighth Route Army actually came in.
"That's right, shopkeeper, don't be afraid. We won't hurt you. We just want you to treat my brother."
The monk did not tell Li Qiufan's identity. He was not sure whether the shopkeeper would tip off the information.
If he was exposed and the Japanese knew that the leader of the 22nd Regiment was in the county, the whole county would probably be in trouble.
"Okay... okay, you guys carry him in."
Although he was a little scared, the shopkeeper still asked the monk to carry the person in, because he had heard of the reputation of the Eighth Route Army, and if nothing else, he said that they were a team that fought against Japanese invaders, so he had to be punished.
With the shopkeeper's consent, the monk and others carried Li Qiufan into a room, and then the shopkeeper walked in with the tools. The monk and the others were on guard outside the door.
More than an hour later, the closed door opened and the shopkeeper walked out sweating profusely.
"I have already removed the shrapnel from your brother's body, and the wound has been bandaged with medicine. What happens next depends on him."
The shopkeeper told everyone about Li Qiufan's situation, and then walked out tiredly.
"Company Commander, what should we do now?"
After the shopkeeper left, several soldiers looked at the monk and asked.
"The captain's injury has just been bandaged. It's best not to move. Let's stay here first. You go and keep an eye on the people in the medicine shop. If anything happens, report it immediately!"
The monk decided to stay here first. Li Qiufan would definitely not be able to bear the hardship now and could only recuperate here.
The next day, Li Qiufan woke up from a coma, and the monk who heard the sound hurriedly ran in.
"Monk, where are we?"
Li Qiufan looked around and found that it was very strange.
"Captain, we are in a small county town now. You are injured and there is no doctor in the village. I can only take you to the county town.
The monk scratched his head and told Li Qiufan about the situation.
"Where are the troops? Where are the troops?"
After listening to the monk's words, Li Qiufan nodded, and then thought of the 22nd Regiment.
"I don't know either, but I sent two brothers to look for it when I came here. I already told them to bring you to the county seat. When they find the political commissar, they will know where we are."
Li Qiufan glanced at the monk in surprise. He didn't expect that the usually carefree monk was quite meticulous in doing things. Then he asked the monk to tell him what happened during his coma.
The monk immediately started talking, from the cave to the medicine shop. Only then did Li Qiufan know what had happened and patted the monk heavily on the shoulder.
"Monk, thank you for saving my life this time."
Li Qiufan lay on the bed and said with emotion.
"Hey, Captain, what are you talking about? This is what I should do. I am the commander of your security company."
The monk was a little embarrassed by Li Qiufan's praise, and his dark face turned red.
"Haha, you did a good job this time, you should be praised!"
"But don't be complacent. You should still act cautiously when encountering problems in the future to prevent big trouble!"
Li Qiufan suddenly remembered the cause of the monk's death in the original story line, and began to educate him earnestly.
Although the monk didn't understand why Li Qiufan educated him, he still nodded honestly.
Five days later, Li Qiufan could carry out simple activities without any problem. The wound was not deep, but he suffered from excessive blood loss and fell into a coma.
He recovered well in the past few days at the drug store, the wound was not inflamed, and there was no abnormality on the shopkeeper's side.
"Captain, there is someone in our group!"
Li Qiufan was doing rehabilitation exercises in the room when the monk suddenly ran in and said.
"Keep your voice down, you think this is at the regiment headquarters!"
Li Qiufan looked at the reckless monk and scolded him angrily.
"Hey, I was so happy that I forgot about it. Captain, our people saw the people sent by the political commissar in the city and have already picked them up!"
The monk scratched his head and then reported the situation to Li Qiufan.
