Zhou Heng listened with his ears, but he didn't hear any more sounds.

The plum garden is very vigilant, and Pang Xiao’s subordinates are all people with skill. Who can come in?

If you dare to enter your room at will, there would be no one else except Boss Xue. Zhou Heng was a little angry, shook the water from his hair, stood up from the bathtub, grabbed the bath towel and wanted to go and take a look.

At this moment, the entire screen turned upside down towards Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng was shocked, jumped out of the bathtub barefoot, grabbed the bath towel with one hand and held the screen with the other.

However, with this action, the clothes on the screen had fallen into the bathtub.

Zhou Heng straightened the screen and quickly put on the clothes beside him. His hair was not dry, so he quickly wrapped his bath towel around his head.

Zhou Heng was a little annoyed, pulled his shoes and rushed to the back of the screen. Seeing the open window, Zhou Heng's face became darker. He was about to call Boss Xue's name, but he instantly felt his ankle being caught.

Zhou Heng was so scared that he looked down and saw a man in black holding his ankle tightly, and Zhou Heng raised his foot and was about to kick him.

Just as the feet were raised, the man in black on the ground snorted, and the voice seemed to be a woman.

Zhou Heng quickly dropped his raised foot, broke free from the constraints of the man in black, took two steps back, squatted down slightly, and then he found that there seemed to be blood under the man in black.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and a injured woman in black quietly entered her room. This person was definitely not a good person.

After turning around and searching, there were only food boxes and tea sets on the table beside him. Zhou Heng raised the teapot and bent down slightly.

"Who are you?"

The woman in black on the ground raised her head slightly, her face pale, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of her lips. Her eyes could no longer be focused. She just shook her body and raised a short sword with a scabbard.

Looking at the mouth shape, he seemed to say "Save me", and then he fainted.

Zhou Heng held the teapot and gestured for a long time. Seeing that the woman in black was gone, she didn't know what to do for a moment.

He raised his foot and kicked her. The woman in black just swayed her body, lying on her side, but there was no other reaction.

Zhou Heng sighed, what's the matter?

Putting down the teapot, Zhou Heng walked cautiously to the woman in black and shook her shoulders.

"Hey, wake up!"

As Zhou Heng shook, the woman in black was turned over and her scattered hair stuck to her face. Although her face was pale, there was blood on the corners of her lips.

But I have to say that this woman is very beautiful.

Unlike Liu Xiuer's dignity and beauty, she has a hint of sickness and coldness.

Zhou Heng swallowed a saliva and reached out to the woman's nose.

The breathing was extremely weak, and the chest was not very obvious.

Blood was constantly flowing from the shoulder blades, and a broken wood as thick as a finger had turned bloody. It was obvious that she was shot.

Zhou Heng's eyes fell on the dagger.

The length of the dagger is less than forty centimeters, and several gems are inlaid on the scabbard, as well as the decorative patterns of filigree gilded. Without a detailed look, this dagger must be valuable.

Zhou Heng grabbed the short sword and pulled it hard, and the short sword fell into Zhou Heng's hand.

When I pulled out the dagger, a cold light suddenly appeared. I looked up and down. I didn’t see the signature on the dagger, but the character Su was engraved on the handguard.

Zhou Heng also looked at the woman's fingers carefully. The skin of both hands was delicate and there were no hard calluses. This was not the way I held a sword for a long time.

Thinking back to the past, I had my scalpel, thumb, index finger and palms all year round, and I didn’t seem to be a martial arts practitioner, but why was she carrying a sword?

Is it a threat to myself, if I don’t save him, I will kill him?

The easiest way at this moment is to find Pang Xiao.

However, in this case, this woman will definitely lose her life. She has no idea that she has entered the Meiyuan with a short sword in her hand. She will be a complete death sentence, and it will be the result of being killed quietly.

Looking at her beautiful face, Zhou Heng felt a little reluctant.

After thinking about it, Zhou Heng was a little confused. What does it mean to look for him with a short sword?

Said me?

Could it be that I used a short sword as a doctor's gift to help her?

After thinking about it, it seemed that this was the only possibility. Zhou Heng put the short sword into the sheath, hid it under the mattress, and casually put his clothes on, then he returned to the side of the woman in black.

"You can save you, I'll take it as a doctor's salary, but you can't turn your back on your face."

Zhou Heng picked up the woman in black and realized that the woman was very light and petite. He walked to the desk and placed the person on the desk, not to mention that the length was similar to the woman's height.

The bedding on the bed cannot be stained with blood, and it is difficult to explain it later. There is no softening in the room. Apart from the tea table, it is the book case, so there is no way to make do with it.

Zhou Heng opened the first aid kit, touched a pair of scissors, and cut a hole in the black-clad woman's shoulder horizontally.

Although the wound has not been touched, blood still gushed out quickly.

Zhou Heng frowned slightly, looking at the wound, unlike the one who was just injured, and had no treatment all the way, and he must have had a lot of blood. Since he wanted to help him, he would ignore the others for now.

After finding the syringe to do some numbness on the woman in black, Zhou Heng glanced at the woman's face.

"Seeing how you look, you don't look like a traitor or evil person, I'll save your life."

Zhou Heng put on a scarf, put on gloves, and disinfected the wound. Then he held the tail of the wooden stick in one hand and cut a hole along both sides of the wound with a knife in the other hand.

The tissue was constantly separated, and the bright red blood was pouring out even more crazily. Zhou Heng felt a little sweat on his forehead. He kept wiping the cut parts, unable to see the arrow, but he touched three horizontal thorns.

What is this?

Zhou Heng grabbed the arrow shaft and lifted it hard. The woman frowned and hummed. Zhou Heng quickly let go. Obviously, local numbness could not block the pain here.

But, what is this horizontal thorn?

Zhou Heng threw down the scalpel and wiped the blood from the wound while observing with a highlight flashlight with his jaw and shoulder.

It turns out that this horizontal thorn is a part of the protruding arrow shaft. It is neither an arrow, so how could there be such a horizontal thorn design?

Suddenly, Zhou Heng thought of a plot in Xinlongmen Inn.

I suddenly realized that there was a mechanism on the arrow. Once it pierced into the human body, the horizontal thorns on it would automatically stretch.

Zhou Heng frowned. It was really inhumane to use such a vicious weapon to a woman.

Although he was angry, his hands did not stop and he groped down the arrow shaft little by little. He suddenly encountered a bulge under the horizontal thorn.

Zhou Heng pressed his fingers hard and pressed down.

With a "bang", the woman in black snorted again. This time it seemed to hurt so much. Her eyelids shook and her head, a layer of cold sweat on her forehead, and her brows were tightly furrowed.

Zhou Heng quickly wiped the wound again. Sure enough, the horizontal thorn disappeared and touched it down again. The depth was already a metal arrow.

Although the arrow did not hurt the clavicle, the vascular nerves were everywhere in this position. Below the arrow is the position where the arm converged from the artery and the brachial plexus nerve. Maybe the entire arm will not be able to move in the future.

Zhou Heng identified the direction of the arrow, grabbed the shaft and pulled it out quickly.

A blood arrow gushed out, and the arrow was dropped. Zhou Heng quickly pressed the wound, grabbed the needle and thread while wiping it while searching for the damaged blood vessel. Sure enough, a blood vessel was constantly gushing out of blood in the depth of the arrow pierced.

Zhou Heng clamped the ends of the blood vessels and quickly sutured them. This is the blood vessel that mainly supplies blood to the arm. If the flow is cut off for a long time, the arm will be disabled.

His eyes stared at the damage of the blood vessels, and sutured the blood vessels one by one. After checking, there was no omission, and then he loosened the blood vessel clamps on both sides.

Although it still seeps out at this moment, it no longer gushs like before, and Zhou Heng felt a little relieved.

Starting from deep, sewing and cleaning layer by layer.

After dealing with the injury, only five suture heads were seen, but Zhou Heng was in trouble now.

There are other first aid kits, but there is no tape, and the non-woven patch for infusion is too small to use here.

Besides, this position is so sensitive that if the wound and shoulders are bandaged, you must cut your sleeves.

Zhou Heng held the gauze and pressed the wound, frowned, and said in his heart that he should not rely on me, I just wanted to help you clean up the wound, and you said that he would help you.

Clearing his throat, Zhou Heng pulled off his gloves and was about to tear open the clothes of the woman in black, a sound of footsteps came from the door.
Chapter completed!