Ji Yijun stood on the elevator platform at the school gate, holding the flatbed cart. Enrique lay on the flatbed cart, half-closed his eyes, and moaned intermittently. The platform swayed from side to side and slowly rose. The creaking sound of the ropes and pulleys came from it, and sometimes there was a whip and the muffled cry of the old cow. Because there was no electricity, the platform was completely driven by animal power. Although it was slower, it was still stable.
"This thing is too slow. Enrique can't hold on any longer, and he has a fever." Garcia touched Enrique's forehead and looked at Ji Yijun with some concern. "Master, the priests should be able to save him, right? The old people in the town all said that as long as there are priests willing to bless, people will not die."
Ji Yijun didn't even look at him and answered absentmindedly: "They are not priests, they are doctors."
"Doctor? Doctor..." Garcia repeated himself several times, seemingly not understanding the meaning of the word.
"Well, anyway, doctor, there is a way. ... There should be a way, right?"
Garcia looked at Enrique's wound again. It was wrapped in white gauze, but blood had been oozing out all the way. Now it was all stained red. "He lost a lot of blood. Grandpa Bourne said that blood is life. So much life was lost this time. I don't know how much less Enrique will live."
"nonsense!"
"But that's what the old people said. They usually say that wolves always die faster than dogs, so we should avoid trouble. This time they are right."
"Shut up and talk less." Ji Yijun said angrily, "No one will think you are dumb if you don't speak." He shouted the second half of the sentence in Chinese, as if his poor Spanish vocabulary was unable to express his resentful attitude.
"Yes, yes, Master." Garcia was obviously frightened. He didn't dare to say anything else. He walked to the other side of the car and sat down next to the wheel.
Ji Yi fidgeted on the narrow platform for a while, observing Enrique's wound from time to time. Finally, he walked to Garcia, sighed softly, and sat on the ground.
It seemed like a long time had passed, and when Ji Yijun felt that his patience was running out, the swaying platform finally reached the top. Two guards tied the platform with hooks and placed a wooden board between the platform and the ground.
Ji Yijun and Garcia were just about to work together to push the car out of the lift when a man in a white coat rushed up, put one hand on the shaft of the flatbed truck, and pulled the car out effortlessly.
Ji Yijun took a closer look and found that the strongman was actually Liu Yisheng who had lost his memory. Liu Yisheng looked decent in a white coat, but his handsome face always had a dull look.
At first, Luo Ling asked Feng Yao to take care of him, but Feng Yao didn't have any good way to deal with amnesia. Seeing that Liu Yisheng was strong, she asked him to help in the hospital. Over time, he really became a male nurse in the hospital. Although his brain was not working well due to amnesia, he was very strong and was a good hand at carrying patients.
Feng Yao came as expected. She didn't have time to exchange pleasantries with Ji Yijun, but came straight to check Enrique's wounds and vital signs. She quickly came to a conclusion: "The situation is very dangerous. Send him to the hospital as quickly as possible, but make sure he stays stable."
After saying this, Feng Yao carefully sat on the flatbed truck.
Liu Yisheng grinned, and without saying a word, he pulled the cart and started running, and his speed was no less than that of a galloping horse.
Ji Yijun and Garcia looked at each other in horror and quickly chased Liu Yisheng towards the hospital.
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Li Jia looked at the crowd in front of him, clenched the shell necklace on his chest, tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and walked out of the store. His eyes swept over the faces of the people around him, and he could clearly see the anger and tension from their frowning eyebrows, wide eyes and pursed mouths.
I am not afraid of them, Hong Lifeng is standing behind me with a gun. I am not afraid of them, Ji Yijun has already sent the person to the hospital. I am not afraid of them, in fact, until an hour ago, they were still friendly townspeople with me. Li Jia has been comforting herself, looking for the courage to face all this from her heart.
When Li Jia walked onto the street, the crowd surrounding the shop slowly parted ways, allowing him to see Zhang Hong who had been blocked behind the crowd.
Li Jia couldn't recognize him. If it weren't for Zhang Hong's striking black hair and the fact that his clothes were torn into rags but still had some of their original color, Li Jia really didn't know what the similarities were between the man kneeling in front of him and Zhang Hong.
His face was swollen like a fallen watermelon, blood was dripping from his nose, saliva was dripping from his mouth, his arms were held behind his back by two strong men, and one leg seemed to be broken and swollen. This guy, who was beaten to a state of being unrecognizable, cried out in a series of whimpers when he saw Li Jia appear, and then suddenly cried heartbreakingly.
"You can't treat my colleague like this. Please leave him to me." Li Jia said in a deep voice. He knew that anger and scolding would not change anything at this time. Only by staying calm can the conflict be avoided from escalating.
"This is impossible. This guy used evil magic to kill Enrique." A middle-aged man standing next to Zhang Hong said, "When we were trying to catch him, he used that magic to hit us. If I hadn't dodged quickly, I would have fallen like Enrique."
He took out Zhang Hong's pistol, which was a somewhat old Type 54 pistol. He held the gun head with his hand and shook it vigorously: "It was this thing, the evil thing, that killed Enrique."
"Yes, he would also use this to hit me when I chased him."
"We saw him cast a spell with our own eyes, and Aunt Mary's pigs were also killed."
"The pigs are about to give birth."
Several young people echoed, and soon more and more people started to make noise.
"Smash this store and make the people inside pay for Enrique's life."
"Let them pay for the pigs, and the piglets!" |
"Throw them all into the river. Let the gods of nature wash away their sins."
"Li Jia, what should we do?" Hong Lifeng raised his gun, stared at Zhang Hong and asked, "How about I fire a few shots to knock down the people guarding Zhang Hong, and then pull him out?"
"You must be joking. Do you want to make the school and everyone around you mortal enemies?" Li Jia lowered his gun and whispered, "Try to delay as much as possible and wait for news from Ji Yijun."
"But they are about to rush in. If we are surrounded by them, we will be finished." Hong Lifeng's gun was shaking, his hands were trembling, and he looked like a powder keg ready to explode at any time.
Li Jia knew that Hong Lifeng's judgment was correct. The attitudes of the people around him were a little out of control. In fact, his courage was not much greater than Hong Lifeng's. His heart was pounding and his head was dizzy. The noisy sounds around him poured into his head like a tide, making him cover his ears with his hands unconsciously, instinctively wanting to avoid this horrible scene.
"Calm down, calm down, don't argue, don't argue." He murmured in a low voice. In panic, he thought of Xiao Chen and Chen Hansheng. These people must be decisive, right? He thought of the conflict in the first transaction and the blazing fire in the library. What would the outcome of this incident be? Would it be so smooth? Finally, he thought of Serinda, that beautiful figure. Yes, they are Serinda's compatriots, and I am Serinda's lover. I must do something to prevent the final harm from happening. I must take some actions to change these people's minds. I must... even make some sacrifices.
Thinking of this, Li Jia let go of his ears and yelled with all his might: "Shut up! Do you want to face the wrath of the magician?"
The people around had already started to push Li Jia, but they were really shocked by Li Jia's roar. For a moment, the crowd quieted down. Magicians, such terrifying creatures, were still very intimidating here. People watched Li Jia slowly straighten up and walk towards Zhang Hong with some anger and fear.
Li Jia tried his best to control his weak steps and moved in front of the middle-aged man holding the pistol. The middle-aged man took a few steps back nervously, pushed Zhang Hong in front of him, took out a hatchet and put it on Zhang Hong's neck, shouting: "You, what do you want to do?"
They are afraid of me. Li Jia suddenly realized that the fear in these people's hearts seemed to be no less than his. Once he mustered up a little courage, their momentum would go down. This is what it means when two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins.
Li Jia felt more confident, his expression became calmer, and his feet were firmer. He said word by word: "Enrique is not dead. Listen carefully, he is still alive."
"But how could he survive with such serious injuries?" the middle-aged man asked in a less violent manner, not quite believing it.
"Don't forget, we have magicians. Their abilities are beyond your imagination. Enrique didn't die on the spot, right? Then he can be saved."
There was some discussion among the people around. The magician's abilities had been passed down in various stories for many years. Although these mountain villagers had never seen magic, they had all heard that magic was magical.
"The magicians in our castle will do their best to treat Enrique. No matter what your purpose is, you should at least wait for the final result from there."
The discussion became louder, and Li Jia saw some people nodding their heads. He struck while the iron was hot and said, "We have been here for a few days and have always gotten along well with everyone. Since we came here, there are more good things to buy here, and everyone has earned more money from selling grain. We can't let Zhang Hong and Enrique's personal conflict cause us to quarrel, right? Besides, we don't know what's going on yet."
At this time, a voice rang out from the crowd: "What's there to not know? Anyway, Enrique was carried out of the village horizontally, and everyone knows it."
Li Jia looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who said this seemed to be the owner of a local grocery store. The school's store had a considerable impact on the local grocery stores these days, and these people really took the opportunity to cause trouble.
Li Jia snorted coldly and said, "I know some people are not happy with us, but our magician doesn't need everyone to be happy. I hope no one will challenge the magician's patience and tolerance. No one can stand it."
He walked to Zhang Hong, opened his clothes and checked his injuries. Zhang Hong looked at Li Jia with tears in his eyes, trembling, as if he wanted to throw himself into his arms. Li Jia nodded to Zhang Hong, then said to the middle-aged man: "My companion is seriously injured and must be treated. Otherwise, if his life is delayed, you will be in big trouble. Let him go."
"But Enrique hasn't come back yet. Why should we trust you?"
Li Jia's eyes were firm, and the middle-aged man involuntarily put down the knife and took a step back.
"I will stay here and be your hostage. If anything happens to Enrique, you can take revenge on me, Li Jia."