"Does he... need a blood transfusion?" Xuemei Jingchi opened the hidden small refrigerator, and there were more than a dozen bags of blood in it; "There are all blood types in here."
Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong looked at each other and wondered: Is Japan's emergency technology really so advanced? An ambulance has not only a top-notch emergency operating table and advanced instruments, but it also has a small blood bank!
"It's not necessary at the moment. You can see that Director Li didn't bleed much." Bai Jiashu had no choice but to explain. It took a lot of effort to make Jingchi Xuemei understand: The only thing he can do now is to observe Director Li's body.
The quality is very good and he is recovering.
"He saved my life. Someone must be responsible for this, absolutely." Xuemi Ichi picked up the bullet and said harshly.
"Be careful." Zheng Shurong knocked off the bullet and quickly soaked Jingchi Xuemei's finger that had been exposed to the bullet into disinfectant water.
Bai Jiashu had already grabbed another bottle of disinfectant and poured it all into her hand. Zheng Shurong poured another bottle of alcohol into her hand.
"Your two fingers were almost..." Zheng Shurong took a breath and returned his hand to the owner; the process was clean and neat, worthy of two well-trained doctors.
"Thank you." Xuemei Jingchi saw that the area on her fingertips that had been in contact with the bullet had turned into a burnt yellow color.
Girls are the most beautiful. Jingchi Xuemei frowned and muttered something in a low voice. Bai Jiashu couldn't understand it at all. Zheng Shurong had studied Japanese before going abroad and had learned a lot in the past few days, but he couldn't understand it either.
what does she mean.
"What is this?" Bai Jiashu took out the phoenix mask from under Zhu Tong. At this moment, the entire mask was jet black.
Of course they didn't know what it was, they just thought it was Zhu Tong's amulet.
Zheng Shurong saw Zhu Tong holding a piece of dog skin plaster in his hand. He had seen Director Li's craftsmanship and had superstitious confidence in this strange plaster. He opened Zhu Tong's fingers and rubbed the dog skin plaster a few times, then put the dog skin plaster on without stitching.
When applied to the wound, the dragon, phoenix and stars are still sealed in.
The ambulance stopped at some point. Nomura opened the door and said respectfully: "Miss, the ranch is here; according to your instructions, the doctors from the institute will arrive here within ten minutes."
"Let them go back. There are the best doctors here. Mr. Li's illness does not require them." Ichixuemi waved her hand tiredly. Nomura saw that this hand was wrapped like a rice dumpling.
"Miss is also injured?"
"I'm fine." The owner of the hand was a little embarrassed and immediately changed his expression; "They..."
Around the ambulance, there were more than a dozen men in black standing solemnly. Zheng Shurong asked Bai Jiashu in a low voice: "They are... ninjas?"
"I don't know either." Bai Jiashu smiled bitterly. The men in black outside were really like the ninjas seen in the movies, with their heads and faces hidden in the darkness.
Jingchi Xuemi stepped out of the car, and the door was closed again; it was pitch dark outside, and they didn't even see where they were being pulled.
A few minutes later, Nomura opened the car door again and arranged for them to enter a quiet villa.
Ichichi Xuemi disappeared somewhere, and those people who looked like ninjas also disappeared; in the distance, there were horses neighing.
The two doctors have never experienced anything like this. They have such experiences as visiting scholars. If they go back and tell their colleagues about it, will they believe it? It is always true that Director Li was shot. However, this matter will probably be required to be concealed.
Fortunately, Director Li woke up in the middle of the night.
He was coughing violently. After careful examination, the two doctors found that he was out of danger, but his respiratory system had been greatly damaged.
In the early morning, before the sun came up, I heard the sound of horse hooves in front of the villa, and Miss Jingchi Xuemei came to visit Director Li.
The animals raised in Tianye Ranch are neither cattle nor sheep, but a group of priceless racehorses. Each of these purebred Japanese racehorses is worth a lot of money. The Jingchi family has spent a lot of effort and money on them. Of course, these
The horse racing has lived up to its owner and has a good reputation in the world of horse racing. It is a beautiful decoration for the Jingchi Consortium and can bring a lot of wealth every year.
Miss Jingchi Xuemei rode a snow-white horse to see Director Li.
The white knight's uniform outlines the girl's curves very attractively; her cheeks are flushed with red clouds after exercise; Ichi Yuki takes off her knight's hat, and the fragrance seeps out of her hair with the heat.
Zhu Tong was pale, lying on the couch in the living room, with a needle in his hand to receive infusion, and coughing from time to time; there was a spittoon in front of the sofa, with traces of blood in it.
"How is sir?"
Ignoring the unpleasant smell in the spittoon, Jingchi Xuemei knelt on the floor so that she could carefully observe Mr. Li's pale face. The wound was on his back, so Mr. Li could only lie down, which she could understand.
"I can't die, cough! Miss Xuemei, are you not hurt?" Zhu Tong raised his head with difficulty, his voice hoarse; it was not intentional, he was indeed very weak.
"Thanks to the protection, sir, you blocked the bullet for me. Thank God, sir, he finally woke up." Xuemi Ichi lowered her head, tears oozing from the corners of her eyes.
"You're welcome, I'm a doctor." Zhu Tong coughed up another mouthful of mucus, which contained purple-black blood streaks.
"Miss Xuemei, Director Li needs to rest." Bai Jiashu came over to help Jingchi Xuemei, and she stood up obediently, knowing that this was a fact.
"Is Mr. Li's injury troublesome? Will there be any sequelae? What else do you need?" After drinking water, Jingchi Xuemei regained her composure and asked Bai Jiashu in a low voice.
Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong had discussed the first two issues with Zhu Tong just now, and no one knew what the outcome would be.
The bullet hit Zhu Tong's back muscles and did not enter the lungs; under normal circumstances, even if it is poisonous, it should not have the current situation. Zheng Shurong is a Western medicine doctor, and Bai Jiashu can be considered a half-Western medicine doctor. The two of them consulted and concluded in the middle of the night that this is
: Although the bullet has been removed, the toxin has already entered the heart and lungs, and these are the two most severely injured areas.
The strange thing is that Director Li's heart function has gradually recovered, but the damage to his lungs cannot be recovered in a short time. Hemoptysis is a normal phenomenon.
"I have nothing." Zhu Tong knew that what really saved his life was the phoenix mask, as well as the dragon and phoenix stars. The two black needles can automatically absorb toxins; now, they are still staying quietly in the wound.
The phoenix mask was being held in his hand. A day ago, Zhu Tong had dreamed of taking this thing off his body; he did not expect that it would leave him under such circumstances. In order to cope with this attack, he had exhausted all his old energy.
The energy the Trickster stores within the Phoenix Mask.
"Miss urges them to find out the ingredients of the poison as soon as possible and find the best relieving medicine, which will be the greatest help to Director Li." Bai Jiashu replied to Jingchi Xuemei.
Last night, the bullet was sent to the Kyoto Medical Research Institute for testing, which Iike Yuki can do.
"Do you want to notify Director Li's family? Do you need to bring them here?" Jingchi Xuemei asked again; as a host, this is also necessary.
"Director Li is an orphan. He has no parents. In Shanghai..." Bai Jiashu was interrupted.
Zhu Tong raised his head with difficulty: "Don't let anyone come, Miss Xuemei, please release the news to the outside world and say that I am only slightly injured and will recover soon."
Zhu Tong was afraid that Ye'er would be worried. In the middle of the night last night, there was a time when he thought he was going to die. Thinking of everything in the past, he found that the only one he couldn't let go of was Ye'er.
"Is that okay?" Jingchi Xuemei didn't know that Director Li was an orphan. Her parents also passed away two years ago. She couldn't help walking over and holding Zhu Tong's head in her arms.
The beauty has a fragrant heart. This time, Zhu Tong did not refuse, partly because he had no strength and partly on purpose.
The little liar has a very good memory. He has been recalling everything at the moment of injury since he regained consciousness. He is a charlatan himself and knows that no matter what weapon is used, the moment the killer takes action, his eyes must be focused on the target and not the bodyguard; and the gunman
But his eyes were fixed on himself, which proved that the gunman's target was not Ichi Xuemi, but himself.
He has been very careful and thinks that he has no enemies in Japan. From last night to now, Zhu Tong has recalled everything many times, but due to the limited information he has, he can only judge one possibility: the client killed him.
The reason is the Matsui style.
So, there were only two people who had the motive to carry out this attack: Matsui Masaga, son of Matsui Shiki, or Yukimi Iike.
Matsui's condition has entered a stable state. Under the current medical conditions, Matsui's life will not be in danger within half a year; this is something that any hospital can do. And he, the person who saved Matsui, is considered
It is obvious that people who have the ability to influence Matsui's destiny, Chinese medicine will always give people some strange impressions.
Coincidentally, before the incident, both Matsui Masahiro and Ichi Xuemei made the same request to Zhu Tong, but Zhu Tong refused. This is what has always puzzled him. Not to mention Matsui Masahiro, Zhu Tong had already asked him
Classified as an idiot. With Yukimi Iike's intelligence, even if she wanted to kill Matsui Shiki or herself, she shouldn't have chosen such a drastic method.
In the eyes of the little liar, the whole assassination incident was more like an act; it was on the bustling streets of Kyoto, not the quiet mountains and forests near Jiujin. His death or injury was more like a warning or a signal; but, he couldn't think of anything
Who is the director of this play and does not know who the play is being performed for. Zhu Tong does not want to be a victim, let alone a prop or signal on the stage.
After being injured, all he could think about was revenge, and how much regret he would have left if he really died. Ichi Xuemi had shown her cold-blooded and cruel side in front of him, so she could not be ruled out as a suspect.
Previously, the little liar sneered inwardly at Jingchi Xuemei's concern.
But seeing Jingchi Xuemei's tears, Zhu Tong was not sure of his judgment; she was indeed trying her best to save her life. Both Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong could prove that she knew nothing about the toxins on the bullet. Maybe,
The gunman was an enemy of the Jingchi family? This thought flashed through his mind. Japan was so big that he had no idea what enemies the Jingchi family had.
"But today's newspapers and TV have reported it. It's been a long time since there was a shooting incident in Kyoto, especially one involving me." Yukimi Iike gestured, and the woman who followed her walked over and turned on the TV in the living room.
Sure enough, the TV was full of yesterday's news.
Not only Japanese news, but also the Chinese channel of the financial edition also reported this matter.
Xuemi Ichi is the sole heir of the Ichi Consortium and is worth hundreds of millions. It is said that the shareholding structure of the Ichi Consortium is being reorganized. At such a sensitive time, what happened to her deserves the attention of all walks of life.
Zhu Tong lost interest after just a few glances. The so-called insider information disclosed in the media and the so-called witnesses who appeared at the scene were basically all nonsense. Only the doctor from Kyoto Hospital in Kyoto actually said that the injured Dr. Li was a well.
The miracle doctor invited by Miss Chi Xuemei from China has just cured Mr. Matsui Shiki's late-stage pancreatic cancer with his miraculous medical skills.
"I want the outside world to know: I only suffered a slight injury and will recover soon. Ahem! Also, shut up that person!" The little liar coughed up a few strands of blood and dropped the first chess piece, testing the unknown.
How his opponent would respond, or the importance of his own item. He felt helpless. There were many things in the world that he couldn't control.
Jingchi Xuemei agreed, and calls kept coming to the villa. The mobile phone in the hand of Jingchi Xuemei's beautiful companion also kept ringing. They were all calling for Jingchi Xuemei. After answering the phone, she stayed for a while, but the phone
More and more, in order not to disturb Mr. Li, I had no choice but to leave reluctantly.
"Please rest in peace and recover. I'll tell the outside world that your injury is nothing. I'll see you later, sir."
"I need quiet." After Jingchi Xuemei left, Zhu Tong struggled to sit up, unplugged the infusion tube, and with the help of Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong, he got into a meditating posture, holding the Phoenix mask in his hands, and running the Pengma Gong on his own
Healing. As the saying goes, doctors don't heal themselves. Zhu Tong has no way to use spells on himself, so he can only try his best to use the phoenix mask and dragon and phoenix stars to drive away poison.
Now, he only believes in himself, not in drugs, nor in anyone around him.
Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong moved him upstairs, closed the door and left. Zhu Tong's body no longer had the fresh fragrance it once had, and the smell of medicine and vomit was really unpleasant.
The bigger change was in his heart. Over the past few years, the little liar had wandered around the world among hypocrites, and his heart had already become hard and cold. If he had encountered the situation yesterday six months ago, he would not have cared about Jingchi Xuemei at all.
Safety. When he encounters poor people, he will give some charity. As long as he does not harm himself, he will also help friends or strangers in danger, but he will never risk life and death to be a hero.
Zhu Tong has never suffered such a big loss. Although the news of the killer being killed by his accomplices has been reported on TV, he still hates the thought that the consequences of this injury may affect his life and his life with Ye'er! Zhu Tong
Even though I am a professional liar and have suffered such a big loss, I will never shrink into a dark corner and cry!
First, he hates himself for being greedy for cheap. Without him, he would not have come to Japan, and he would not have encountered such a thing. Second, he hates himself for not knowing the importance of the matter and rashly saving Matsui Shiki. Third, he hates the person behind the killer. The killer is just
It's just a robbery, and the client must pay the price.
This time, he received such a heavy retribution for his temporary kindness. The little liar secretly gritted his teeth: Good people can't do anything good! No matter who is plotting against him, he can't live in peace.