Yue Wanting and others' faces turned pale with fright. Fan Jianqiang hurriedly parked the car and took out a silent pistol that had hardly been used from his pocket.
Yue Wanting hurriedly held down his hand and said: "Hide the gun and don't let them see it, otherwise they may really shoot."
Kelly also said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, put it away quickly. They may just want some food. We have encountered such a situation before. Generally, no matter what force they belong to, Sumali people will not be aware of the Chinese flag as long as they see it."
If you are too embarrassed, even if you ask for food, you won’t ask for too much.”
Fan Jianqiang smiled bitterly and put the gun into the car door compartment, saying: "It turns out that we in China are also important in the eyes of the Sumari people."
Michelle, a nurse who is only 18 years old, said: "Mr. Fan doesn't know something. Not only in Sumali, but in all the poor countries in Africa, China's image is very good, and China's products are very popular here."
It’s cheap, and there are construction aids, investments, food and supplies support, etc. Therefore, people in most African countries respect the Chinese people, and even the Koreans and Japanese benefit a lot.”
Unfortunately, everyone guessed wrong this time. This guerrilla seemed to be a little greedy and demanded all the food. Almost all of these Hong Kong volunteers spoke fluent English. Miao Zhenshan protested to them, but who knew that the other party actually
He brutally hit Miao Zhenshan on the head with the butt of his rifle!
At this point, Fan Jianqiang couldn't sit still.
Several other male volunteers quickly pulled Miao Zhenshan back and told him not to argue with these savages.
However, just as these people were carrying food, another car came from the other direction, and then the scene began to become chaotic. This guerrilla group, dressed like beggars, was very alert and immediately acted on the spot.
After being prepared for defense, they used the volunteers' minibus as cover to confront the people on the other side.
Miao Zhenshan no longer cared about food at this time, and hurriedly led other volunteers to the rear. Fan Qiangqiang made a decisive decision, reversed the car immediately, swung the rear of the car, and sped towards a small mountain col about 500 meters behind.
Yue Wanting said anxiously: "Mr. Fan, what should Mike and the others do?! Save them quickly!"
Fan Qiangqiang shouted: "How can I take risks with you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out.
Fan Jianqiang stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and rushed directly into the hill. As soon as the car stopped, he immediately shouted: "Get out of the car! You wait here, don't come out!"
Several girls opened the car door in panic, and Fan Jianqiang immediately swung the rear of the car and drove towards the place where the gunfight was taking place.
Click, click, click, click...
All kinds of gunshots were mixed together, and it was unknown what the deep hatred between the two parties was, and they were fighting so fiercely!
Including Miao Zhenshan, there were seven male volunteers in total. When the gunfire rang out, Miao Zhenshan immediately yelled at them to lie down on the ground and stop running.
Fortunately, the two minibuses were large enough to block the angle. Although bullets were flying in random directions, they were blocked by the cars in this direction.
Fan Jianqiang also grasped this point, used the angle to avoid most of the bullets, and finally parked the car diagonally in front of them.
The car body was occasionally hit by sporadic bullets, making a bang-bang sound. The situation was extremely dangerous.
Fan Jianqiang lowered his body, pushed open the car door, and shouted to a volunteer at the front: "Get in the car quickly!"
With a "pop" sound, the volunteer crawled to the side of the car. As soon as he climbed up, one of the Range Rover's windows exploded.
The volunteer was so frightened that he cried and screamed and huddled in the car.
It's a pity that the body has only reached the first stage of King Kong evolution. If it were the second stage, Fan Jianqiang would not be afraid of bullets at all!
"Cry your ass! Still not a man, pull them all up!"
"Don't worry, with me here, even if you are hit by a bullet, as long as you don't die, I can save you! Within ten minutes!"
Perhaps it was Fan Jianqiang's last words that made the volunteer muster up the courage to wave to others and shout. At this time, Miao Zhenshan and others also climbed over and quickly got into the car. From time to time, bullets were fired.
Hitting the car body, sparks flew everywhere.
With a pop, a volunteer screamed, as if his body had been hit hard by something. He took a step forward and was dragged up by the previous volunteer. Miao Zhenshan, who finally got on the bus, was also one.
He staggered and was shot in the left leg.
"Everyone get down! We're leaving!"
Fan Qiangqiang shouted loudly.
The car door closed and Fan Jianqiang stepped on the accelerator. Fortunately, at this time, the sound of gunshots from the other side seemed to have subsided slightly. The car rushed to a small mountain col, bringing with it billowing dust and smoke, and braked to a screeching halt.
The women cheered and gathered around one after another. Michelle was the first to scream.
Two people were injured, one was Miao Zhenshan who was hit in the left leg, and the other was Zhang Xiaohu who was shot in the shoulder.
Fan Qiangqiang got out of the car with a dark face and said nothing, and cursed: "With no regard for the safety of foreigners, they opened fire at will! I won't help people like this! I might as well keep my donation for us."
Children in the mountainous areas of western China are building schools!”
While cursing, Fan Jianqiang came to Miao Zhenshan.
"Who's the surgeon? Take the bullets out of them!"
A doctor said: "I brought the scalpel with me, but the anesthetic is in the car!"
Another doctor examined Miao Zhenshan's leg injury and said: "Mike, yours is a penetrating injury, and the bullet is not left in the body."
Fan Jianqiang said calmly: "Where is the other one?"
The injured Zhang Xiaohu, a surgeon himself, grinned in pain and trembled all over.
A doctor said: "The small bullet got stuck in the shoulder blade. The bone may be broken."
Fan Jianqiang said loudly: "I will treat Mike's injury first. You guys can see if Xiao Zhang can overcome it and use tweezers to remove the bullet. Can he survive without anesthesia?"
Fan Jianqiang brutally tore open Miao Zhenshan's left trouser leg with his bare hands, exposing the wound. The skin burned by the bullet was scorched black, and thick blood flowed from the wound, staining the entire leg red.
The female doctors and nurses were all terrified. Even though they had saved countless Sumali refugees, they still couldn't bear this scene of gunfire and bullets. Every one of them was dumbfounded and at a loss.
Fan Jianqiang smiled and stretched out his hand and pressed it on the gun hole in his left leg. Because it was daytime, the light produced by the healing light could not be seen at all. In less than a minute, Fan Jianqiang completely healed his wound.
Then, Fan Jianqiang used the light of purification for disinfection.
The whole process took less than three minutes, and during this process, Miao Zhenshan couldn't help screaming, with a look of horror on his face. This guy screamed so wonderfully, as if he had died heroically many times in succession.
Finally, when Fan Qianqiang took his hand away, the scene was completely silent.
Although there is still a shocking amount of blood on the leg, the bullet hole penetrating injury left on the leg is gone! It is completely gone! You can see a small round scar, but it is also the kind of new flesh!
Miao Zhenshan was completely stunned and murmured: "A miracle! This is a miracle! Mr. Fan, you are not a human! You are a god!"
Everyone, including the injured Zhang Xiaohu, seemed to have temporarily forgotten the pain and was stunned.
Fan Jianqiang walked up to Zhang Xiaohu with a calm demeanor, as if nothing had happened. He had already taken off his shirt, and blood was pouring from the bullet holes.
Miao Zhenshan actually stood up at this time, jumped twice as expected, and shouted in shock: "My god! How is this possible! I'm cured now?! It's like I haven't been shot, and it doesn't hurt!"
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Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "If you were shot in the head, I would definitely not be able to cure you."
He took the scalpel from the dazed doctor's hand, and while Zhang Xiaohu was looking at Miao Zhenshan in a daze, he quickly made a cross-shaped cut on his shoulder.
Only then did Zhang Xiaohu react suddenly and screamed in pain.
Fan Qiangqiang held him down and said calmly: "Be patient, I guarantee you will be like Mike soon. As long as you take out the bullet, the pain will soon be gone, just like you have never been injured by a gunshot."
He looked at the surgeon next to him and said to Yue Wanting: "Put a towel in his mouth!"
The pain caused Zhang Xiaohu to be soaked in cold sweat, and the people around him held down his hands and feet.
Soon, the bullet was removed.
Fan Jianqiang immediately stretched out his hand to hold his injury, and a stream of warm air rushed in. Zhang Xiaohu's expression immediately relaxed, and then became colorful, but with a towel stuffed in his mouth, no one knew
What is he whining about?
After rescuing two people and using both the Purifying Light and the Healing Light at the same time, Fan Jianqiang's physical strength was consumed by at least 70%.
"Okay! It's okay." Fan Jianqiang let go of his hand, pulled out the towel from Zhang Xiaohu's mouth, and used it to wipe his hands.
Zhang Xiaohu blurted out: "It's amazing! My God! Mr. Fan, are you sent by God to save us?"
Damn it, I am a god, who is God! Is he qualified to command me?