Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

"Wei Fei, can you hear me?"

Cheng Qiyan slapped Wei Fei's face. There was no temperature at all. He was already frozen, and it would be useless to scream. The most urgent thing is to get him somewhere else.

Cheng Qiyan put his hand under Wei Fei's armpit, trying to drag him into the car, when his hand suddenly touched a sudden hard object, and after careful groping, he suddenly found that there was a sharp knife sticking out of Wei Fei's shoulder blade.

When I pinched the clothes underneath, my hands were sticky, it must be blood.

The situation is urgent, but Wei Fei's tall body is not so easy to drag, and he is still in a state of complete weakness and limpness.

Cheng Qiyan dropped his body, took two big breaths, then went outside and drove the car in.

Really dizzy.

It is necessary to use a lot of strength, but the range of motion should not be too large.

Almost exhausted all his strength, Cheng Qiyan moved Wei Fei onto the car inch by inch,

Cheng Qiyan sat in the driver's seat, started the car anxiously, his hands trembling as he turned the key, suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.

Cheng Qiyan's heart tightened and he was startled.

Wei Fei woke up unexpectedly, he rushed to sit in the front row, blood gushed out from the wound on his shoulder, but he still held onto Cheng Qiyan tightly.

"Don't, don't go to the hospital."

"If you don't go to the hospital, you will die."

"Death, death... don't..."

Wei Fei's consciousness was already confused, but the murmur of "Don't, don't go" still overflowed from his bruised lips.

Cheng Qiyan sighed helplessly, and then drove the car to the pharmacy.

He took off the blood-stained windbreaker, then entered the pharmacy, and directly told the shopping lady the shopping list.

Almost thought of the whole process in detail.

"I want ten packs of medical cotton, disposable surgical needles, silk thread, alcohol for disinfection, hemostatic medicine, and as many gauzes as possible."

The shopping guide looked at Cheng Qiyan suspiciously, even the drowsiness from the early morning was gone.

"Will you please hurry up?"

The other party took a step back, Cheng Qiyan patted his forehead annoyedly, then went to the cash register to tear off a plastic bag, and went to the medicine shelf to choose what he needed, which was faster than robbery.

Before the shopping guide came back to call the security guard, Cheng Qiyan threw a handful of money into her hand, then got into the car with the bought things, started the car and drove away, leaving the pharmacy far behind.

The car has been driving on a road that is not busy until it stops in front of an old residential building.

This was Cheng Qiyan's previous home, the initial comfort zone with his wife.

Been saying goodbye to it for many years.

Cheng Qiyan took out the key from under a flower pot and opened the door. The boundless darkness and musty smell enveloped him, and he fumbled to turn on the switch on the wall.Then he went in and lifted the dusty white cloth covering the furniture.

Everything in front of me has not changed, including those little details.

But now there is no time for him to reminisce about the past.

Cheng Qiyan carried Wei Fei into the room and put him on the rattan sofa.

This man is dying, so hurry up.

Bringing the necessities he bought just now, Cheng Qiyan used scissors to cut open Wei Fei's coat, and then the white shirt that was stained red by blood.

Cheng Qiyan moved nimbly without panic, he tore off his clothes with a puff, exposing half of Wei Fei's chest.

Can't help but gasp.

The knife almost pierced Wei Fei's thick shoulder, leaving only the handle with delicate patterns, and the blade was firmly rooted in the shoulder blade.

Next, what should we do?

Cheng Qiyan searched his mind for the medical knowledge that his parents gave him when he was a child.