Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 317 Doctor Zhang, give me an injection quickly

"Stop chasing!"

Zhong Wenze looked at Zhou Kehua and his party who were about to chase them out, and stopped him: "There is such a big commotion, the police will come soon."

"withdraw!"

Zhou Kehua could only take back his footsteps unwillingly, came up to help Zhong Wenze quickly return to the car, and drove away.

Not long after they left, the police who received the call rushed to the scene, and they were a little surprised to see the scene full of bullet holes.

the whole site.

Except for the bullet hole, there was no bullet casing left, and only blood stains could be vaguely seen.

What kind of characters are these two groups fighting against each other?

Each of them took away the receded shell casings?
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Villa in Nanshanli.

Long Si, Song Zihao and others who had been waiting for the news immediately surrounded him and helped them in.

Song Zihao's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Zhong Wenze's blood-stained shirt on his back: "Are you injured?"

"It's not a big problem."

Zhong Wenze sat on the sofa expressionlessly and took off his blood-stained shirt: "The gunmen at night are not simple characters."

Even if it was his most elite small team of six or six people, under the double-team situation, he couldn't keep a single person behind.

The injury was worse than he had imagined.

The abdominal injury was fine.

The bruise on the lower back was deep, and the rolled flesh looked a bit hideous and shocking.

Song Zihao frowned: "Need to get stitches."

upstairs.

Li Yunxin was chatting and laughing with Sister Mei when she saw Zhong Wenze on the sofa with blood on his waist.

The smiles on the faces of the two women disappeared immediately, and they ran down the stairs nervously, at a faster pace.

"Ace, what's wrong with you?"

Li Yunxin pushed away Zhou Kehua, who was on the periphery, and looked at the wound on Zhong Wenze's lower back, her big eyes suddenly became foggy: "How could this be?"

Her voice was crying, and her white palm was stretched out in the air. She wanted to touch it but dared not: "Didn't it be fine when I went out just now?"

"fine."

Zhong Wenze touched his nose in embarrassment: "Abrasion, abrasion."

"Let's deal with it first."

Sister Mei acted more calmly.

She took the medicine kit from Xiao Liu's hand and squatted in front of Zhong Wenze, tied her loose hair into balls, and skillfully began to treat his wound.

"The wound on the lower back needs stitches."

Sister Mei's frown deepened all of a sudden, a cold expression appeared on her delicate face, she looked at Zhou Kehua, and scolded in a deep voice:
"The epidermis is torn, why not send Aze to the hospital directly? If it is not treated in time, it will leave a big scar."

"I"

Zhou Kehua lowered his head and did not speak.

"Okay, I thought it was nothing serious."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand, signaling to Sister Mei not to be serious: "Go ahead, let's go to the hospital to deal with it now."

"never mind."

Sister Mei could naturally tell that the wound was not a simple knife wound, because the wound was not even at all.

She got up and hung up the phone, and gave Zhou Kehua an address to pick him up.

When Zhong Wenze was laying out the villa in a regular way, he specially set up a sterile room for wound treatment, which is just in use now.

15 minute later.

Zhou Kehua led a young woman in with a big medicine box in her hand.

The crowd looked subconsciously.

The young woman was tall and slender, her hair curled with permed wool fell from her shoulders, and the face under the hair was fair and delicate, with a serious expression.

The first impression it gives people is that it belongs to that kind of particularly cold character.

The young woman first looked at the people in the hall, said hello to Sister Mei, and came to Zhong Wenze who was lying on the hospital bed.

"Oh? Is that you?"

The young woman glanced at Zhong Wenze, raised her eyebrows and said, "You are not a big boss, you actually got hurt this time?"

The young woman was Cheng Xiaoxi who treated Xiao Liu's wound last time.

As early as when the villa was being prepared.

Zhong Wenze has been communicating with Cheng Xiaoxi, wanting her to become a consultant physician in the villa ward in Nanshanli.

It's just that Cheng Xiaoxi never agreed.

Even with Sister Mei's relationship, Cheng Xiaoxi didn't let go. After receiving a call from Sister Mei tonight, she still came.

Cheng Xiaoxi put the box aside.

He took off the black hair band on his wrist and bit it in his mouth, gathered the loose hair from the nape of his neck with both hands, skillfully coiled it into a small ball.

Under the white coat, Cheng Xiaoxi's demeanor instantly improved a few levels again, making him appear more capable, which matched his aloof demeanor.

The men around couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Only then did she open the metal medicine box on the side, a set of professional suturing equipment was neatly placed inside, and she began to put on gloves and other equipment.

Everything is ready.

She straightened her chest and stood up, flicked the anesthetic needle in her hand, and said coldly: "Everyone else get out."

Li Yunxin held onto Zhong Wenze's arm, refusing to let go.

Cheng Xiaoxi raised his eyebrows, and whispered again: "Go out."

Compared with a simple and elegant girl like Li Yunxin, Cheng Xiaoxi's personality is even more fiery.

"you"

Li Yunxin didn't know Cheng Xiaoxi well, so she was a little unhappy with her rude attitude.

"What are you?"

Wearing a mask, Cheng Xiaoxi looked at Li Yunxin face to face, puffed out her chest, and the scale under her white coat was clearly visible.

"You come?"

There was a hint of coldness in her eyes: "If you delay it any longer, you will miss the best time for the wound to be stitched up."

"At that time, even in front of my superb suturing skills, there will definitely be ugly scars."

"you"

Li Yunxin was speechless for a moment, she bit her lip and said nothing.

Sister Mei pulled her out, persuading her, "Yunxin, Xiaoxi's stitching skills are really good, just listen to her."

"exactly."

Xiao Liu nodded and echoed, "Miss Cheng's suturing skills are really good. She was the one who took out the bullet for me back then, and the wound wasn't so ugly."

"Please call me Doctor Cheng."

Cheng Xiaoxi didn't appreciate it, said something coldly, watched them go out, and then closed the door.

Dust-free disinfection room.

The sanitizing light is on.

under the light.

Two drops of liquid came out of the sharp needle.

Cheng Xiaoxi turned the needle and inserted it directly at Zhong Wenze.

"Wait a minute!"

Zhong Wenze quickly blocked it, signaling her not to intervene: "Then what, don't give me an injection, I don't need it."

Cheng Xiaoxi was a little surprised: "This is an anesthetic."

"unnecessary."

Zhong Wenze refused again.

In his mind, he remembered that there was such a picture in the textbook when he was in primary school.

A soldier's eyeball was necrotic and needed surgery to remove the broken eyeball and cut off the rotting polyp along the way.

but.

Since the position of the eyes is very close to the brain, he was afraid that the anesthesia would cause damage to his brain, so he insisted on completing the operation without anesthesia.

postoperative.

The soldier remained awake, and said lightly: "You cut me 82 times in total."

and so.

At this time, Zhong Wenze decided to learn from this soldier.

"you sure?"

Cheng Xiaoxi was still a little uncertain and said: "If you don't use anesthesia, it will hurt a lot when you suture."

"Sure and sure."

Zhong Wenze nodded resolutely: "Anesthetics will affect my body's reaction, so I don't need it."

Cheng Xiaoxi curled her lips in disdain: "I don't care."

She shrugged indifferently, she really didn't want to give him anesthesia, took out the medicine and began to treat his wound.

The part of cleaning the wound was more or less painful, but Zhong Wenze endured it.

Next came the stitching.

Cheng Xiaoxi controlled the suturing equipment, looked at Zhong Wenze with a calm face before inserting the needle, and began to sew.

Go down with the first stitch.

"what!"

Then the cry sounded.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Zhong Wenze yelled to stop, grinning and said, "Big beauty, you should give me a shot."

Cheng Xiaoxi didn't know why, looking at Zhong Wenze who was grinning, he was immediately amused by him.

The mask covered her face, so she couldn't see the smile, but there was indeed a smile in those eyes, and she cursed in a low voice: "Stupid!"

The movement of the hand is non-stop, and the second needle is passed through.

"Ahhhh!"

Zhong Wenze almost jumped up from the bed, looked at Cheng Xiaoxi with a face that I was afraid of pain, and urged: "Hurry up, get an injection."

"Give me a shot quickly, I can still save it."

"Humph!"

Cheng Xiaoxi held back his laughter, and said softly, "Now we're going to fight? Don't pretend?"

"Don't pretend, don't pretend."

Zhong Wenze begged for mercy directly, without the firmness he had before: "Aren't I trying to learn from the resolute side of soldiers who don't use anesthesia to take eyeballs in previous textbooks?"

"Forget it."

"That's something that only big bosses can insist on. I forget it and don't learn it."

"puff!"

Cheng Xiaoxi didn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Obviously.

She had also heard the story.

Only then did he give up and turn to him again: "Sometimes, it's good to admire others."

"But if you want to learn from others, it's not so easy to learn."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Zhong Wenze nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and honestly agreed.

"However."

Cheng Xiaoxi changed the subject, and then said: "Knowing that I can't hold on, if I can't force myself to pretend, I can be regarded as having lost my way."

Zhong Wenze bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Is this sentence a compliment to me?"

"Ha ha."

Cheng Xiaoxi sneered and did not speak. After the local anesthesia was given, he continued to stitch.

"Eh, seriously."

Zhong Wenze rested his hands on the back of his chin in a bored way, squinted and looked back: "Miss Cheng, are you interested in coming to my place?"

Cheng Xiaoxi corrected: "Please call me Dr. Cheng."

"Yes, Doctor Cheng!"

Zhong Wenze was speechless: "I wonder if Dr. Cheng is interested?"

"Ah."

Cheng Xiaoxi chuckled, kept moving his hands, and said coldly: "Are you here to serve you?"

"I'm serious."

Zhong Wenze turned his head back: "I can give you what you want."

"banknote?"

Cheng Xiaoxi rolled his eyes: "How much can Boss Zhong give?"

"vulgar!"

Zhong Wenze snorted, turned his head and looked directly in front of him: "According to Dr. Cheng's ability, no matter how much money you give, it is an insult to you."

"When we look at things, we must always look at them from a sublimated perspective."

As he said, he snapped his fingers: "Money is one aspect, but according to my understanding."

"Miss Cheng doesn't like the atmosphere and chaos of those big hospitals. Your biggest dream is to open your own clinic."

"The scale is not big or small, but there are basic facilities and equipment. I am responsible for it myself, and I can save people in distress."

"And I am the man who will help you realize your dreams."

"Crack!"

After Cheng Xiaoxi finished suturing, he cut the thread, and without answering Zhong Wenze, he threw the used equipment into the trash can, and then began to pack up his own things.

"You are the third in your family, with two older sisters and one younger brother."

Zhong Wenze didn't care either, and continued to talk about himself: "Your second sister Cheng Xiaonan found a boyfriend Wu Ying, who is a gangster, but Wu Ying has recently had trouble."

"He was set up outside to make a gamble, and he owed a lot of debt. The money is huge, and it's not something you can help him."

"Your second sister has a deep affection for Wu Ying, and she doesn't want to abandon him, and you who are older sisters will naturally not let your second sister leave."

Zhong Wenze talked eloquently, telling what he knew: "So, you have been helping them all the time, but you can't help him."

"Usury, what a high interest rate, even if you work in a clinic, that little money every month is not enough for a few days of interest."

"The wound is sutured, let me tell you the precautions."

Cheng Xiaoxi listened to Zhong Wenze's words, and didn't realize that you didn't go to answer his words, but continued with his work on his own: "Don't get wet on the wound, don't take a bath these days, and it's better to smoke cigarettes these days." Stop smoking."

"Pay attention to changing the dressing every day, and I will come to check every three days."

"Thank you, Doctor Cheng."

The strength of the anesthetic on Zhong Wenze's body has not receded, he simply lay down and couldn't get up, and continued to say what he hadn't finished: "If you want to solve Wuying's trouble, you still have to use abnormal means, and I can help you."

"As long as Dr. Cheng asks, I'll do it beautifully for you."

"Are you investigating me?"

Cheng Xiaoxi snapped her fingers while packing her things: "You want to make a deal with me with this matter?"

"I can't talk about the investigation."

Zhong Wenze blinked and said, "I'm trying to get to know you. If I want to recruit Dr. Cheng, I must first get to know you."

"As for the deal, it's not a deal."

He waved his hand and denied: "Whether you want to come to me to do things for me or not, I can help you solve this debt problem."

"Hehe, thank you."

Cheng Xiaoxi sneered, didn't talk to him any more, and closed the packed medicine box: "Let me settle the medical expenses."

"How many?"

"Thirteen thousand."

"Fuck the street, you are a black doctor."

"I'm black?"

Cheng Xiaoxi was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and immediately blew up, as if he cared about the words "black doctor": "It's late at night, I'll come to see a doctor, don't you need to work hard?"

"And these instruments are all disposable, don't you need raw materials to buy?"

"Besides, for your wound, I used a high-quality cosmetic thread for you. With such a good thread and my first-class suture technique, after the wound is healed, basically there will be no big scars."

"For the light suture technique, it's not too much to charge you [-]."

talking.

Cheng Xiaoxi took the mirror specially and showed Zhong Wenze the sutured wound on his lower back.

"Hahaha"

Zhong Wenze grinned: "I'm just kidding you, I asked them to prepare the money a long time ago, 3 yuan."

"You are a good doctor. Just those few instructions on precautions after suturing are worth 1 yuan."

"Humph!"

Cheng Xiaoxi's face softened a little, and the sharpness in his eyes also faded a little.

(End of this chapter)