The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

Pei Junlin immediately coaxed: "Don't be afraid, baby, we won't watch it."

When Zhang Huaiyuan heard this, his brows furrowed deeply.

However, the most urgent task was still Lu Zhicai who was being beaten.

He looked at the family hiding on the other side and shouted to the short-haired girl, "Hurry up and pull him, or he will be in big trouble when he goes back."

The girl hesitated and wanted to go forward, but Fang Xiaoge was fighting like crazy and she couldn't get a hand in.

"Bang——" a gunshot rang in everyone's ears.

Ai Wan, who was originally just watching the fun, was startled.

Fang Xiaoge seemed to have pressed the pause button, with his right fist raised high and his head tilted.

On the high cheekbone, a bloodstain was slowly flowing down.

He blinked in shock.

Lu Zhicai, who was beaten into a pig's head, held a small pistol in his fat hand, and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at Fang Xiaoge's eyebrows.

"Die! Die! Die!" He screamed ferociously and pulled the trigger frantically.

Fang Xiaoge's pupils contracted rapidly, and all he saw was a flash of fire.

At that moment, his mind went blank, yet he inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

Just die here, die with my comrades.

However, the expected relief did not come.

"Ah——" Lu Zhicai's shrill scream was louder than a pig being slaughtered.

His arms fell limply and hit the ground heavily.

Dark red blood seeped out from under his shoulder.

Fang Xiaoge came to his senses, quickly surrendered his gun and stood up.

None of them knew what was happening.

Only the three sentries present clearly saw that after the bullets were fired, they made a strange turn in the air and all hit Lu Zhicai's fat shoulders.

Ai Wanxin gave Yin Yanhan a look for a well-done job.

Yin Yanhan finally let go of the hand that was holding Zhang Huaiyuan's collar.

Zhang Huaiyuan hurried to Lu Zhicai and watched him wailing and rolling on the ground, somewhat at a loss.

"This...what should I do?" he said with sweat all over his forehead.

Ai Wanxin stepped forward and asked Fang Xiaoge, who was in a state of excitement, to step back a little.

Then he leaned over and said with great regret: "Oh, I told you not to play with guns casually. Isn't this going to explode?"

Zhang Huaiyuan was just an ordinary person, so how could he see the flight path of the bullet?

He didn't know much about guns, so he naturally thought that the gun had exploded as Ai Wanxin said.

No matter what this gun is, Young Master Lu cannot die.

He turned to Ai Wanxin and said, "Wanxin, what should we do? Let's go down the mountain and take him to the hospital!"

Ai Wanxin glanced at him in reproach: "How can that be possible? In his current condition, he will die from excessive blood loss before he can even get down the mountain."

Zhang Huaiyuan looked at the blood all over the floor and pressed his right hand against his chest: "I... I'm having a heart attack..."

Ai Wanxin looked at him in embarrassment: "You can't fall down, he's pointing his finger at you now, if you can't hold on and he bleeds to death, it will be hard to explain."

Zhang Huaiyuan took a deep breath and pressed his aching chest: "But... I don't know how to heal injuries..."

Ai Wanxin smiled slightly: "I will, even though this fat guy yelled at me, but if you beg me, I can help him."

Zhang Huaiyuan hurriedly said, "Wanxin, uncle is begging you to help him. Ah, Master Lu will definitely take care of Xiaoshen's business in the future."

Ai Wanxin smiled and said, "Look at what you said. Asking is asking, what does it mean to beg?"

Zhang Huaiyuan was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Ai Wanxin was deliberately making things difficult for him.

He didn't understand, so he could only humbly say, "Wanxin, I'm your elder, you can't ask me to kneel down for you, right?"

Ai Wan thought about it for a while, and found that she was not interested in this, so she said: "How can that be? I'm not that kind of person. It's just that I can't do this operation alone, so you can help me."

Zhang Huaiyuan nodded hesitantly.

Ai Wanxin went out for a while and came back with a medicine box in her hand.

Of course she found it from the space.

She stood beside Lu Zhicai, who was in so much pain that he couldn't even cry out, and said with some disgust: "There's so much blood, let's change positions."

Zhang Huaiyuan and the young man had no choice but to step forward. They tried to lift Lu Zhicai up, but found that they could not do so.

The last person pulled Lu Zhicai by one of his legs and dragged him to a place aside where there was no blood.

Lu Zhicai, who was almost unconscious, was awakened by the pain and started crying out.

Zhang Huaiyuan looked at the warehouse environment and said uncertainly: "Wanxin, this place does not meet the conditions for surgery, and it is not sterile. What if there is an infection?"

Ai Wanxin sighed: "If you say so, then I can't do anything about it. Let's go down the mountain quickly."

Zhang Huaiyuan said anxiously: "No, no, I don't understand either, I was just talking nonsense."

Ai Wanxin was unwilling to give in: "You did remind me. This matter has nothing to do with me. I want to perform surgery on him, take risks for nothing, and be questioned by others. What do I want?"

"I'm here to pick you up. Let's go now, or your nephew will get anxious waiting."

Zhang Huaiyuan advised: "Everyone here can testify that it was not you who gave him the surgery."

Ai Wanxin asked: "What is that?"

Zhang Huaiyuan was exhausted: "It was me. I asked you to perform surgery on him."

Ai Wanxin then smiled and turned to look at Pei Junlin: "Did you take the picture?"

Pei Junlin raised an eyebrow and put the phone back into his pocket.

Ai Wanxin then squatted down and opened the medicine box: "You are an adult now, you have to take responsibility. If he becomes disabled for life or paralyzed and can't take care of himself, you can't blame him."

Zhang Huaiyuan stood there in a daze.

Should I just let him die?

He fell into deep self-doubt.

Ai Wanxin fiddled with the medicine box for a while and put on gloves.

Then he took out a pair of surgical scissors and cut open Lu Zhicai's clothes.

On his fat white shoulders, there were three bloody holes with flesh protruding outside, which was a shocking sight.

Ai Wanxin poked it with the tip of the knife: "Oh, it's quite deep. It seems that we have to cut the flesh open to take out the bullet."

Lu Zhicai screamed "Ouch" and jumped up from the ground in pain.

Ai Wan stood up unhappily: "If he wants to move like this, how can I perform the surgery? I won't do it."

Zhang Huaiyuan leaned over and held down Lu Zhicai's arm, and then called to the young man: "Ade, hold down Master Lu's other hand."

He looked up at Ai Wanxin and smiled flatteringly, "Okay."

Ai Wanxin then squatted down again.

She picked up a sharp scalpel from the medicine box and began to operate on Lu Zhicai's wound.

Ade asked timidly, "No anesthesia?"

Zhang Huaiyuan's face was filled with indescribable expression.

Don't bother her to talk.

As expected, Ai Wanxin threw the scalpel to the ground and said, "Where can I find anesthetic for you in this desolate mountain? You have so many demands, are you trying to bully me?"

Ade's eyes were wide open as if he had been punched.

Good to talk to...

say...

talk...

Ai Wanxin rolled her eyes lightly: "I give in to you guys, you're so squeamish."

She turned to look at Fang Xiaoge: "Come here."

Fang Xiaoge, who had just been beating someone up aggressively, felt a chill down his spine for some reason when she called him.

He walked forward blankly.

"Take off his socks and let him bite them, so he won't bite his tongue to commit suicide." Ai Wanxin ordered.