The blade of the blade was embedded in the ground, and when it was cut in, there was some fire. When I cut off her right hand with the knife, the woman was stunned for a moment and even stopped crying. However, she quickly reacted and began to writhe heartbrokenly while holding her bleeding hand. While roaring wildly. That shrill voice came out at night, which seemed particularly frightening.
The anger in my heart had not subsided, so I picked up the empty gun from the ground before I regretted it, because I was afraid that the woman had a spare magazine on her body. I held the knife and walked towards the staggering men beside me. I would not kill them, but I must leave a souvenir for these people so that they know that anyone is capable of doing evil things. , as long as you have done it, you must pay the price for it. As I walked, I shook the blood on the knife. The group of people saw what I had done to Di Baotian and that woman before, and knew that I would not show mercy this time, so they began to beg for mercy.
I approached step by step, and just when I was about to chop each of these people on the shoulder, a weak voice came from behind: Brother Shankong, forget it...
All the sins I committed before were actually seen by Da Mao. Da Mao supported himself and struggled to say these six words, but it suddenly awakened my reason. So I stood still and looked at the men crying in front of me. It suddenly occurred to me that these people were just lackeys. Even if I really killed them, it would not mean much, but I definitely couldn't let it go. Let them go. So I pointed the knife at one of them and said, "Take off all their clothes and tie everyone behind their backs with their clothes, and then I will tie you up."
After saying that, I sat down on the ground with a pop, regardless of whether the posture at that time was ugly. After all the tossing tonight, I was already extremely tired and didn't bother to care about it. Then I removed the soldiers and horses that restrained the group of men. After what happened just now, these men must not have dared to run away. Sure enough, after I removed the soldiers and horses, each of them knelt down in front of me in a polite manner. Shivering, he took the initiative to take off his clothes.
Soon the man who was ordered by me tied up everyone while crying, then took off his clothes and handed them to me, then obediently put his hands behind his back, and then let me tie him up. I asked soldiers and horses to guard the edge to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to escape. Di Baotian has wounds on his legs and no gun on him, so even if he runs away, I can easily catch him. That woman had broken a hand and was still crying and calling her father and mother. I didn't bother to care about her. So I returned to Di Baotian, thinking that it would be a while before dawn. The hospital was probably in the county town, but the county town was not far away from here. If I helped Da Mao go to the hospital, I might not be there yet. He will die from his injuries when he reaches Da Mao, not to mention that these people may run away after seeing me leave, so all my previous efforts and the sins I have created will be in vain.
I lifted up Da Mao's neck and let his head rest on my thigh. The bullet hole in his chest was no longer gushing blood like it was at first. But when I tore Da Mao's clothes off, I found that the area around the bullet hole was swollen. It was a big lump and looked like it was infected and inflamed.
My father is a soldier. When I was a child, he would often tell me about things on the anti-Japanese battlefield. He once told me that when his comrades were shot on the battlefield, unless they died on the spot, there was still a way to save them. of. It depends on where the bullet hit, and a very important point is whether the bullet penetrated the body. Relatively speaking, if the bullet penetrates the body, it is a pure gunshot wound. There is no bullet residue in the body, which is relatively easy to deal with. However, if the bullet does not penetrate the body after hitting the body, then the bullet will Inflammation will form in the body, followed by infection, which can lead to death very easily.
So I gently lifted Da Mao's body, reached behind his back and touched it, and found that there were no bullet holes on his back, which meant that the bullet that hit him still remained in his body. As the son of a soldier, I knew how serious it would be if this situation continued. I had to remove the bullet from his body so that Da Mao could be supported to the hospital. But this place looks like an abandoned elementary school. The things in the house are all things that Di Baotian brought over temporarily when they came here. The medical equipment must not be there. Even if it is, I don't know. How to use it.
Just when I was confused and didn't know what to do, Da Mao weakly pointed to the scimitar in my hand, and then pointed to the wound on his chest, but he couldn't say a word, his lips turned white, and his face turned pale. It looked ugly. I understood what he meant. Da Mao wanted me to use a knife to cut open the bullet hole and find the bullet. I felt a little nervous, but I had no other choice at the time. Since I had accompanied Master Lin Qishan and Qin Bukong to the hospital for surgeries at different times before, I knew that anesthesia must be administered before the surgery, because people may not be able to bear the pain, but now there is nothing but farmland around. It's farmland, where can I find anesthetics?
Da Mao opened his mouth weakly and said, "Don't worry, just do it. Maybe the pain was too much, and I fainted, but it didn't hurt anymore." Da Mao is not a fool. He also knows that leaving this matter to me at this moment is actually quite unreliable and unsafe. But he has no choice. At this moment, he chooses to believe me. Everything Leave it all to me.
Da Mao blocked the shot for me in order to save me. All the previous complaints against him have long since disappeared. So I gently put his head down and asked him to wait for me to find something. After saying that, I rushed into the room where we were previously detained. The man I knocked unconscious earlier had also woken up a long time ago. He probably not only woke up but also heard everything that happened outside. When he saw me rushing in , with a look of horror on his face. I didn't have time to talk to him, so I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets beside the bed where Di Baotian slept. Finally, I found a folding fruit knife and a bottle of Laobaigan.
I went out with a knife and wine, and lit a fire next to Da Mao, because I knew that people can easily lose body heat when severely injured. Otherwise, why would a dead person be so cold? The fire was used to keep him warm, but I also needed to use the fire and pour wine to disinfect the knife.
Of course I couldn't use my Miao Wu scimitar to cut Da Mao open, because the knife was too big and difficult to operate. So I poured some Laobaigan on the folding fruit knife, then put it on the fire to burn for disinfection. Then I asked Da Mao, are you ready? Da Mao couldn't even open his eyes, but his consciousness was not lost. He nodded weakly, and then gritted his teeth tightly.
My heart beat faster because this was my first time doing something like this, and I had never done anything even similar to this before. So I was very cruel and poured water on Da Mao's body near the bullet wound. Then I inserted the tip of the knife into the bullet hole and used a slight force to open the wound and expand it.
Although I have never endured such severe pain, judging from Da Mao's ferocious expression, the pain was unbearable. Da Mao's eyes, which were originally closed due to lack of strength, were now wide open, as if his eyeballs were about to burst out. Under the reflection of the fire, the eyeballs were filled with blood-red bloodshot eyes. He gritted his teeth and endured, but opened his lips. I saw that his upper and lower teeth may have squeezed out the blood from his gums because he was biting too hard. I couldn't bear to continue watching, and thought I'd better focus on finding the bullet, so that Da Mao would suffer less. So I used the knife to open up the angle of the wound and looked inside. About an inch under the skin, I saw a coppery-yellow round thing in the blur of blood.
That was the bullet, as if it was embedded deeper into the flesh. Now that the knife is being used to open the wound, I have no other tools to reach in and remove the bullet, especially when it is still embedded in the flesh. It is like pulling a nail out of a hard tree with my bare hands. So difficult. I didn’t know what to do. Looking around, I saw the silly girl eating candy happily by herself. She definitely didn’t expect anything. Di Baotian might be the person who knows how to heal wounds best, but he didn’t do it because of me. After being hit and knocked unconscious, the woman was still screaming and crying heart-rendingly. Even if her hand was not broken, I didn’t trust her to help. Jiama Dan started from the time we were exposed just now. He has disappeared without a trace.
In the panic, Da Mao suddenly reached out and grabbed my shoulder. The expression on his face was very painful, and big beads of sweat appeared on his whole face. He said only one word to me with great difficulty, "Hand." ! I think he meant for me to just reach in and take the bullet out. At this moment, I had stretched Da Mao's wound to the point where it could accommodate the width of more than two fingers, so I was cruel, poured some Laobaigan on my hand, gritted my teeth, put my index finger and thumb together, and inserted it into Da Mao's wound.
This time, Da Mao couldn't bear it any longer. He roared loudly like a wounded beast, and his feet kept shaking as if having a convulsion. I was afraid that he would tear the wound or make the bullet sink deeper, so I stretched out my knees and knelt on his knees, pressing Da Mao with my body weight. I started to search his wounds with my fingers. Soon I felt the bullet, not only the bullet, but also the ribs on his chest.
I was very scared, but I also knew that this was not the time to be scared. I tried my best to calm myself down. I caught the edge of the bullet with my two fingernails at the right angle, and then spiraled back and forth while slowly moving out. pull.
Da Mao screamed fiercely, and the degree of pain can be imagined. When I took out the bullet little by little, his screams stopped, and Da Mao fainted from the pain.
