Stocking up for the end of the world: Erha took me and my best friend to become well-off

Chapter 283 I don’t know how to write the word “death”

After crying, Yang Qing wiped away her tears. She couldn't wait any longer. Without treatment, Leng Yi would never get better on his own.

Instead of waiting for a miracle to happen here, it is better to go to the provincial capital. Maybe there is still hope.

Yang Qing took a shower and changed into work clothes, put on military boots, and put on a backpack.

Walked up to Leng Yi and kissed him on the lips, "Honey, wait for me, I will definitely cure you!"

Archi and Xiaoxue knew that Yang Qing was leaving, so they reluctantly gathered around her. Yang Qing stroked the fur of this one and patted the head of the other, "Don't worry, I will be back."

After leaving the space, he was still in the cave. Yang Qing climbed out carefully.

"What are you afraid of? Our car is afraid of her. Let's rush her down and see if she still dares to show off." The young man in leather clothes sneered.

"Right now, rush over immediately!"

"Go to hell!" Someone suddenly shouted from behind.

If not, we can only continue to the provincial capital.

Yang Qing snorted, "I don't have time to play with you."

She is not actually a doctor. Although she studied with Xie Yunfang for half a year, she could have been considered a medical student at most before.

Yang Qing sneered, raised his middle finger to make an international friendly gesture, and accelerated forward.

Who would have thought that Yang Qing would also speed up and overtake him.

The doctor quickly examined Leng Yi. There were simple instruments and equipment such as B-ultrasound in the medical tent.

"You dare to hit me?" The young man in leather clothes became angry and shouted at the people behind him, "Why are you still standing there, catch her!"

Yang Qing quickly speeded up, not wanting to get entangled with these people.

They are all second-generation ancestors who have never experienced hardship. They don't take other people's lives as their own, they only know how to have fun.

And she is a woman with a good figure.

After the examination, the doctor looked serious, "He was seriously injured. In addition to various soft tissue contusions and fractures, a ruptured spleen, other organs seemed to have been damaged to varying degrees. There was blood in the abdominal cavity, and surgery must be performed immediately..."

Yang Qing frowned slightly, ignored it, and continued to move forward.

After identifying the direction, he quickly walked out of the mountain.

He ran to Yang Qing and kicked him hard. Yang Qing was caught off guard and fell onto the mud pile. His helmet hit the mud and his vision was blurred. The motorcycle pressed on his legs, and his legs hurt.

"Young Master Han!" everyone exclaimed.

After leaving the mountain, Yang Qing looked at the road conditions. There were sections blocked by landslides and mudslides, but some areas were intact. Motorcycles could still be used if cars were inconvenient, which was much faster than walking.

A young man in a black leather jacket sitting on the back seat of a motorcycle called Yang Qing with a smile, "Where are you going? Do you want us to give you a ride?"

She wanted to get to the provincial capital in the shortest possible time.

"You see our car is much better than yours, our car is faster!"

She was not in the mood to play with the second generation ancestor who didn't know the suffering in the world. Yang Qing looked forward and continued to drive forward.

The car was filled with young people of seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing sunglasses and dyed yellow hair, shouting wantonly.

The people in the back wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and felt very uncomfortable.

Just a "bang" sound was heard, the tire burst, the motorcycle overturned, the speed was too fast, the people on the car were thrown out, and screams rang out again and again.

The young man in leather clothes laughed unbridled, "Who told you to ignore me?"

"What the hell!" Yang Qing was really angry, pushed away the motorcycle, stood up, and threw off his helmet.

The moment the helmet was taken off, the young man in leather clothes was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this young lady to be so beautiful.

"Chase!" The leather-clad young man gritted his teeth.

Cross that stretch of road, get on a motorcycle and disappear.

Yang Qing took out his pistol, turned around, aimed at the leather-clad youth's motorcycle tire, and hit it.

The doctor heard the sound and quickly asked her to carry the person in.

If you don't teach them a lesson, they won't know how to write the word "death".

Several motorcycles quickly rushed to Yang Qing's side. Although Yang Qing's face could not be seen, it could be seen from her figure that she was a woman.

Yang Qing glanced to the side. There were several young people dressed in gorgeous clothes. They had thin skin and tender flesh, and it seemed that they had never suffered.

The doctor was surprised, "Are you also a doctor?"

The heavy motorcycle at the back was not that easy. One person simply couldn't carry the weight, so several people had to lift it together.

"There are multiple fractures all over the body, unconscious blood in the stool, and internal bleeding is suspected," Yang Qing said.

When they reached the front, the road was blocked by collapsed earth, so Yang Qing had to stop the car, pick it up and move forward.

He is probably only about 100 kilograms thin now, and Yang Qing has no problem holding him in his arms.

"Fuck you!" Yang Qing raised his long leg and kicked him, knocking the leather-clad young man into the mud beside him, causing him to be covered in mud.

He picked up the helmet and wiped it clean with a tissue. He picked up the motorcycle and, regardless of whether it was dirty or not, he picked up the bike and walked forward quickly.

Yang Qing looked back and saw a baseball bat hitting him from behind. Yang Qing lowered his head and dodged, and the baseball bat flew over his head and rolled to the front.

"I... I have only studied for a while. I am a Chinese medicine practitioner." Yang Qing said hesitantly.

It's the end of the world and you still have the mood to race here. You are either the second generation of rich people or the second generation of officials.

The young man was a little angry. No one had dared to do this to him since he was a child.

But not long after, those people caught up with them again, holding sticks in their hands, and rushed over shouting.

Seeing that Yang Qing was about to leave, the young man in leather clothes left his companions behind and quickly followed him.

It only took half a day to drive to the foot of the mountain at the rescue camp. After thinking about it, I decided to go there and see if Leng Yi could save him. If he could, there would be no need to look far away.

Even though her car was a bit crude, a mountain bike would not be slower than theirs in a place like this.

"Ah, isn't this bad?" The young man named Xiao Mao was stunned for a moment, "It's too dangerous."

Seeing that there was no one around, he took the motorcycle into the space, unplugged Leng Yi's oxygen tube, and replaced him with a small oxygen pillow to facilitate his movement.

"Xiao Mao, charge forward!"

"Miss!"

Yang Qing was really angry. If he hadn't dodged, he would have fainted even after being hit at this speed. These second-generation ancestors really didn't treat people as human beings.

Yang Qing looked around and saw that there was no one around, took out a light motorcycle, put on his helmet, started the motorcycle and drove forward quickly.

He rushed to the medical tent with Leng Yi in his arms, "Doctor, help him quickly!"

Several young people laughed and whistled.

Not long after walking, there was a roar from behind. Yang Qing looked back and saw three or four heavy motorcycles roaring towards them at high speed.

Xiaomao had no choice but to squeeze the handlebars to speed up.

"What's wrong with him?" The doctor was surprised to see that the patient's hands and feet were bandaged and there was still oxygen in his nose.

"But it's too serious. We don't have such surgical conditions here. If you do the surgery, you may not even be able to get off the operating table."

"Then what should we do?" Yang Qing's face turned pale. "Do you think it can be saved if we go to the provincial capital?"

"The city is so far away and the person is so seriously injured that he cannot withstand the bumps on the road." After the doctor finished speaking, he looked at Yang Qing suspiciously. How did she carry the patient to the camp?