Beacon 1937

"Ah...!" In an instant, the music in the dance hall stopped abruptly, some people screamed in horror, some crouched down, and more people started to run towards the gate.They kicked over tables and chairs, knocked over plates and glasses, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

Frank immediately hugged Xiang Yinglan and prostrated himself on the ground, while Aiwen, who had crouched down, ran to the person who had been shot and checked his injuries.

The person who was shot was a short, middle-aged oriental man with a slight figure and a height of less than [-]. His face was pale, his face was twisted in pain, dripping with cold sweat, short of breath, and already in a semi-conscious state.Ivan tore off his black suit and white shirt, and found that he had been shot in the right side of the abdomen, and a small hole had been punched out, from which blood was gushing out continuously.Ivan quickly took off his dress coat and blocked it.

"Frank! Go get the medicine kit in the car! My medicine kit is in your car!" He turned his head and yelled at Frank in English, but he saw his friend and Xiang Yinglan staring at him in horror.

"Let him go! Put your hands up!" Suddenly, someone put a gun against the back of his head, and Ivan had to put down his first aid action and raise his hands instead.

"Stand up!" the man ordered again in substandard Chinese.

Aiwen got up slowly, only to realize that there were two men in black pointing guns at him in front of him.

One of them squatted down to investigate the situation of the person who was shot, and called the middle-aged man anxiously in a language that Aiwen could not understand.

Ai Wen speculated that they were together, so he said carefully in Chinese: "His condition is very urgent and he must undergo surgery immediately. I am a surgeon, and I can take out the bullets in his body."

Hearing this, those men in black hesitated.

"Can you operate now?" At this time, a tall oriental man in a black dress, even two centimeters taller than Ivan, came over.His Chinese is much more standard than the other three. Although he looks handsome, his eyes are hungry and gloomy, which makes Aiwen feel very uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but swallowed and said, "Yes, but I need my medicine box."

The man nodded, and the other three men in black put away their guns immediately.

"Frank!" Ivan urged his friend again while pressing the middle-aged man's wound.

This time Frank didn't hesitate anymore, he just said to Xiang Yinglan "I'll come when I go" and ran out of the store.

"Yinglan, is there any whiskey here?"

"Yes! Yes!" Xiang Yinglan panicked, but because Ai Wen gave her something to do at this time, it made her calm down.

"Go get some bottles."

"Okay!" Xiang Yinglan ran inside holding her skirt.

"Two people, please put him on the table." Ivan said to the men in black.

This time, they didn't wait for the order from the eastern man, one of them raised their shoulders, the other lifted their feet, and put them on the round table.

During this period, the tall oriental man actually sat directly opposite, staring at Ai Wen expressionlessly.

In order to ignore the uncomfortable eyes in front of him, Ai Wen lowered his head and pressed firmly on the wound.At this time, Frank and Xiang Yinglan finally got their things back.

"Frank, help me press his wound." Then he took out the flashlight and turned it on to Xiang Yinglan, "Yinglan, help me illuminate."

After that, he quickly took out the surgical kit, took out the ceramic basin, poured whiskey into it, and soaked the scalpel, hemostat, and surgical forceps in it.Then I used the entire bottle of whiskey as hand sanitizer, and took out disposable sterile gloves to wear.He took out a needle tube, bit open the package with his teeth, and injected the only bottle of anesthetic into the needle tube.Finally, whiskey was applied near the middle-aged man's wound, and the anesthetic was expertly injected into his body.

"Frank, take off your clothes. Yinglan, help me take care of the wound."

Alvin's movements were quick and methodical.When the flashlight shone on the wound, he immediately poured another bottle of whiskey on it.Then he took out the scalpel soaked in whiskey, made a cut without hesitation, pulled it apart, and used a hemostat to stop the ruptured blood vessel from continuing to bleed.Since he hadn't taken any pictures, Ivan didn't know the exact location of the bullet, so the bullet didn't hit any internal organs, so he directly stuck his two fingers in to find it.And this action caused several people around to gasp and couldn't help looking away...except for the Oriental man sitting directly opposite.

As decisive as Ivan, he quickly reached for the bullet and took it out, throwing it into another empty basin.After that, whiskey was poured into the wound again to sterilize the wound, and finally the blood vessels and wound were sutured quickly, gauze was pasted, and a bandage was wrapped, all in one go.

"Okay! But you must send him to the hospital for further treatment now. He has lost a lot of blood and needs a blood transfusion urgently." Ivan stood up and took off his blood-stained gloves and threw them on the ground.

Hearing this, the three men in black immediately lifted up the middle-aged man on the table and ran out quickly, and the oriental man just got up, walked to Ivan without a hurry, bowed slightly, and then smiled and said: " Thank you very much, Doctor."

Although he smiled, it made Ivan feel nervous all over.That look seemed to see through him, but also seemed to swallow him into his belly.

"Farewell." After finishing speaking, the man walked away quickly.

"Doctor Aiwen, pack up your things and go out with Frank from the back." As soon as the man walked away, Xiang Yinglan began to throw the blood-soaked black dress and those medical wastes on the tablecloth, and said to Aiwen , "Quick! Boss and Lin have been blocking those reporters, and the police will arrive soon. They won't be able to stop them any longer."

"Why did I go out secretly?" Ivan wondered.

"You don't know! The one you rescued just now was a Japanese! Those people are all Japanese!" Xiang Yinglan said nervously, but her hands kept moving, "The anti-Japanese sentiment in the country is fierce now, although most of us people are not so extreme. Well, the police will not embarrass an American, but those reporters are different! They can write what happened today!"

"She's right, Ivan, don't forget the purpose of your coming here. Look at the bloodstains on your body! Don't be stumbled by those reports." As he spoke, Frank also helped to clean up.

Aiwen didn't hesitate any longer, and put his surgical tools back into the box one by one.When he caught a glimpse of the bullet, he froze for a moment, then put it in the medical box after a second thought.

"Let's go." With one arm around Xiang Yinglan, Frank walked quickly to the dressing room with the waste wrapped in a dark red tablecloth in the other.Alvin followed closely behind.

Since Xiang Yinglan is the signature of this song and dance hall, she has her own separate dressing room.After she stuffed the bag of waste products into an inconspicuous corner, she found a black cloak for performances for Ivan, and asked him to wear it to cover the bright blood stains on the white shirt.

In the end, Frank found Butler Hall alone, parked the car at the back door, picked up Ivan and left quietly.