Klein bottle personality

The snow-white shirt was soaked in blood, exuding a strong smell of blood. Ding Muyan couldn't restrain his surprise after only one glance: "You are a gunshot wound!"

"I know..." Xiao Jin wiped the sweat from the pain on his forehead.

"You got shot!"

"I know I know……"

As an experienced surgeon, Ding Muyan is used to seeing all kinds of wounds, but after all, he is a person who is used to living a peaceful life. When he sees a gunshot wound, his first reaction is to kill someone with a gun. Much scarier in itself.

"What's the situation? Have you been robbed? You must go to the hospital immediately!"

Ding Muyan said that he was about to change clothes, Xiao Jin grabbed him.

"Can't go to the hospital." Xiao Jin bared his teeth in pain during the tugging, "Didn't you see that someone was chasing me just now?"

"What do you mean? They are chasing and killing you?" Ding Muyan's eyes widened. This matter is completely beyond the common sense of the law-abiding citizen Ding Muyan.

"It's not that serious, it's just that something went wrong. Now..." Xiao Jin fell on the bed as if he couldn't hold on, "Help me take out the bullet."

All this happened so fast, Ding Muyan was a little confused.A few minutes ago, he was still watching Xiao Jin participate in the TV news and talking in front of the camera. A few minutes later, the real person fell on his bed dripping with blood, and calmly said to help me take out the bullet.

Finally, Ding Muyan calmed down from the initial shock, and after checking the wound again, he returned to his indifferent appearance, moved the chair to the side of the bed and assumed a condescending posture of interrogation: "Okay, explain the situation clearly first. "

This time it was Xiao Jin's turn to be embarrassed, lying on the bed and looking at him pitifully: "Aren't you going to save me first?"

"You have clear speech, you can move freely, you don't bleed much, and you won't die in a short while."

"But it hurts so much."

Ding Muyan sneered, almost saying he deserved it.

After a moment of confrontation, Xiao Jin was defeated: "Well, it's a long story..."

"Then make a long story short."

Xiao Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Do you know what my brother does?"

"Xiao Yuan?" Ding Muyan couldn't help shivering when he thought of the soldier whose head had been hit with several spikes.

"To put it simply, I came here to help him, to arrange something for him, and he borrowed my contacts and resources here. But something went wrong after the matter was completed, and I was almost lucky to be hit by a stray bullet when I escaped. , The hotel you live in happens to be nearby, so I hid, and I didn't expect that a favor would almost cost me my life."

He said it lightly, but bloody pictures emerged in Ding Muyan's mind. He couldn't imagine what the so-called "something went wrong", but Xiao Jin's panicked appearance when he rang the doorbell was something he had never seen before. seen.

"Are you still doing things for Xiao Yuan?" Ding Muyan clearly remembered the sound of the spike falling into the curved plate after being pulled out, which was more heart-pounding than any other operation.

"It's just helping." Xiao Jin shrugged his shoulders, and this action caused him to die of pain again, "Can you help me get the bullet now?"

"Are you kidding? You need to go to the hospital."

"I can't go to the hospital." Xiao Jin said seriously, "This is a gunshot wound, the doctor in the hospital will call the police, so that those people will know it was me."

"Go to the small clinic, I will watch from the side..."

"No, those people have a lot of influence in this area. They know that if I get shot, they will definitely control all the hospitals and clinics. It's very dangerous, and it's not something the two of us can handle."

"Those people? Who are those people? Who are you talking about? What kind of danger?" Ding Muyan became more and more bizarre as he heard it, as if he had come into contact with something different from the ordinary world, which was beyond his cognition and completely out of touch. Controllable range.

"Don't panic." Xiao Jin put his palm on the back of his hand and squeezed lightly, "We are safe now, please help me take out the bullet, I really hurt."

His hands were as hot as coals, and Ding Muyan realized that his hands were cold.

"There is no surgical condition here at all. Do you think taking the bullet is as simple as sticking in and pinching it out with tweezers?"

"You help me deal with the wound first, and I'll take care of the rest when I return home."

Ding Muyan just found it incredible that surgery meant to him a sterile environment, strict disinfection, complete imaging data, and sufficient discussion of the plan, rather than just blindly scratching on a bed in a certain hotel.

But right now, the person is already lying on the bed, his clothes have been stained red, and the sound of footsteps outside the door seems to be still echoing in his ears, the knife has to move even if it doesn't move.

"You..." Ding Muyan hesitated for a while, "You're not playing tricks to deceive me again, are you?"

In an instant, a trace of pain flashed in Xiao Jin's eyes, his expression was indescribably weird, he stared at Ding Muyan for a long time, and said, "Then call the police."

Ding Muyan's eyes fell on the wound on the back of his shoulder, blood and flesh were blurred, if this was his trap, then he would be too cruel to himself, if he dared to do such a cruel thing to himself, even if it was a trap, he would have to take advantage of it .Ding Muyan shook his head: "I'll go out and buy some things I need for the surgery."

"Don't go out!" Xiao Jin was relieved by Ding Muyan's decision, "Make a list of what you need, and I'll ask someone to bring it. If you go to buy medical supplies in the middle of the night, it will attract people's attention."

Ding Muyan had no idea what tricks Xiao Jin was playing, and he didn't want to figure it out anymore. Anyway, tonight he saw a new side of Xiao Jin.Thinking about it again, after all, he was not familiar with the neighborhood, and surgical instruments and medicines were not readily available. Since Xiao Jin said there was a way, he would go, so he made a long list regardless of the three sevens and twenty ones.

The wait was long, and every minute felt like an hour. Ding Muyan was still trying to sort out the chaotic situation, while Xiao Jin was lying on the bed, a little listless.

"Does it hurt?" Ding Muyan asked.

Xiao Jin nodded lazily.

"Too dangerous."

Xiao Jin glanced at him and smiled silently.

The doorbell rang, Ding Muyan opened the door and saw a tall man.

The man raised his eyebrows: "Ding Muyan?"

Ding Muyan: "You..."

The man held up a plastic bag full of medical supplies.

Ding Muyan let him into the house, and looked around vigilantly before closing the door. He didn't see anyone with strange movements, but he felt that this move was a bit redundant.

"Mr. Pei." Xiao Jin nodded at him.

The man put the plastic bag on the bed, glanced at Xiao Jin's wound: "How do you feel?"

Ding Muyan secretly observes this man whom Xiao Jin calls Mr. Pei, he looks a bit like Xiao Yuan, but if Xiao Yuan is a gun, then this man is more like a sharp knife.

Ding Muyan opened the bag and looked through it. There were a lot of items on the list, especially the large and small surgical instruments, which were surprisingly complete.But Ding Muyan turned around and found a very serious question: "No anesthetic?"

Mr. Pei glanced into the bag: "Isn't there? That should be because I didn't find it."

"How can I operate without anesthesia?"

"Then bear with it, don't be so delicate." Mr. Pei said and stretched out his hand to Xiao Jin's wound.

"What are you doing!" Ding Muyan quickly rushed over to grab his hand, "Don't touch it! Your hands are dirty!"

Mr. Pei glanced at Ding Muyan in surprise.

Ding Muyan realized that this statement was ambiguous: "I mean you have bacteria on your hands, and if you touch the wound without disinfection, it is easy to cause infection. Once the infection spreads, it may lead to systemic infection, gas gangrene, etc., and the fatality rate is as high as 50%. !"

Mr. Pei's cheeks twitched, and he cast a puzzled look at Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin coughed: "He is a surgeon."

Mr. Pei showed a suddenly realized expression, raised his hands and took a step back.

Xiao Jin comforted Ding Muyan: "If you don't have anesthesia, then you don't have it. I can bear it. I didn't feel any pain when I was shot."

"It's normal not to feel pain under stress!" Ding Muyan was offended by the anger of these two, and felt that his authority as a doctor was being challenged, "What are you kidding! I don't even know the exact location of the bullet! The wound must be enlarged to remove the bullet! I don’t know if the bullet is intact! If it is broken in the muscle, it will take more time to clean it! I told you that it is not as simple as picking mung beans from red beans! You think you are Guan Gong What! The pain will make you go into shock! Shock may also lead to death!"

Ding Muyan said a lot aggressively, Xiao Jin didn't dare to speak any more, lying on the bed as quietly as a chicken and pretending to be dead, Mr. Pei quietly retreated to a corner, pretending not to exist.

"Morphine! You can always find morphine injections, right?" Ding Muyan stared at Mr. Pei, for some reason he thought that this person could get such contraband.

Mr. Pei immediately ran away.

Ding Muyan was still angry, Xiao Jin said boldly: "In fact, picking mung beans from red beans is not an easy task."

"Shut up, you! Save some energy!"

This time Xiao Jin was completely quiet.

About 10 minutes later, Mr. Pei came back, and he brought the morphine that Ding Muyan needed, and the tense atmosphere in the room suddenly eased a lot.

While Ding Muyan was doing preoperative preparations, Mr. Pei walked up to Xiao Jin and said in a low voice: "I said I can take you to my friend's clinic, and I promise that you won't be found out by Lafayette's men. Think about it?"

"No need." Xiao Jin said without hesitation, "There will be no better surgeon than Ding Muyan."

"I'm not questioning your friend's medical skills. After all, it's safer to go to the clinic to deal with gunshot wounds. This is your own life."

Xiao Jin's voice was so soft that only he could hear it: "When I was shot, I thought I was going to die. Thank God I was lucky. Now even if I am going to die, I have to choose the way I die, so I don't go anywhere .”

Mr. Pei didn't understand where his stubbornness came from, but he didn't try to persuade him again: "All right, then do you have any last words?"

Xiao Jin curled his lips: "Tell my brother, don't come to me next time this kind of thing happens."

Mr. Pei smiled and said, "Tell him yourself when you go back."