The next moment, Jing Yu was suddenly pulled over by him, and his soft body hit the man's shoulder heavily.
His bones were hard and his muscles were strong. Jing Yu felt as if his whole body was about to fall apart when he bumped into him. Her eyebrows were twisted in pain, and before she could figure out what was going on, he turned around to protect her, and a "bang" sounded beside her ears.
"Sir!" Zhuang Yan shouted sternly, and there was another gunshot. The man holding the gun on the other side, who was dying, was shot in the head by Zhuang Yan on the spot. His eyes bulged out and he died with a hideous look on his face.
Jing Yu stood there, looking at the scene, his whole body felt cold to the bone.
As a doctor, she was used to seeing life and death, but she was still shocked to see someone being shot dead in front of her.
"Sir!" Zhuang Yan was still frightened and ran over with a gun in hand, "How is it?"
"Small problem." Yu Zeyao replied in a low voice.
Jing Yu came back to her senses when she heard the voice. It was at this time that she realized that the man had been frowning and covering his lower abdomen. The blood had already seeped through his sweatshirt and kept flowing out from between his fingers, which was shocking.
Her heart was shaken again. When she looked at him, there was more doubt, deep thought, emotion and shock in her eyes.
Bullets are blind and can take his life at any time.
But just now he...
"Sir, you are injured." Zhuang Yan spoke from the side, interrupting her thoughts.
"Get in the car first." Yu Zeyao spoke to Zhuang Yan. His voice was already very weak, and he turned his eyes to Jing Yu. Seeing that she was stunned and motionless, he thought she was frightened, so he softened his tone and said, "Don't walk around, I'll arrange someone to take you back."
"I'm not going back now." Jing Yu came back to his senses and quickly took out his phone from his bag. "I'll go with you to our hospital. I'll call the teacher now and ask the department to prepare the operating room."
Jing Yu was already dialing a number. But before the call was connected, Zhuang Yan stopped him and said, "Miss Jing, our husband was shot and cannot be in the hospital."
Jing Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, as if answering a solemn word, or as if talking to himself, "Yes, that's true. If you go to the hospital and find that it's a gunshot wound, the police will definitely investigate it. And you just... killed someone..."
She looked at the body lying not far away and shuddered. Jing Yu always felt that the gunfight just now was a gang fight.
"Then we can't go to the hospital. What should we do with this injury? He must be treated immediately! There can't be any delay!" Jing Yu was really glad that the bullet didn't hit the artery. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Ms. Jing, please get in the car first. This is not a place to stay for long." Zhuang Yan supported Yu Zeyao, whose eyes were becoming increasingly distracted.
Seeing his face becoming increasingly pale, Jing Yu walked towards the car without wasting a moment. No, he trotted over. He ran all the way to Cheng En and asked, "Do you have any hemostatic powder in the car? Any clean gauze? Any anti-inflammatory drugs? Do you have all of these?"
She asked several questions in succession, showing her anxiety at the moment.
"We have them all." Cheng En quickly pulled out a complete medicine box from the trunk. Jing Yu looked at the familiar things and breathed a sigh of relief. However, he even carried these things with him in the car at all times. It was conceivable that, as he said, his world was full of danger and bloodshed.
While he was thinking about it, Zhuang Yan had already helped Yu Zeyao, who was still conscious, into the car. Jing Yu wanted to follow him in, but Cheng En said, "Miss Jing, leave these matters to me and Zhuang Yan. You just sit in the front and watch."
Jing Yu said: "I'm a doctor, don't worry, these are my professional matters."
"But before Mr. was injured, it was Zhuang Yan and I who helped him with emergency treatment."
"..." Jing Yu knew that Cheng En was extremely wary of her. She didn't understand how busy their lives were, so she didn't understand their caution. But she couldn't delay any longer, so she just nodded and prepared to sit in the front.
"Let her come." At this moment, Yu Zeyao's voice sounded from the car.
Jing Yu lowered her head to look, and her eyes met his. He looked at her, "Get in the car, and stop running around."
Cheng En and Zhuang Yan looked at each other, and Zhuang Yan nodded and said to Jing Yu, "Miss Jing, our husband will be in your care. Please take good care of him."
"Stop bleeding is just the first step. You must contact the hospital immediately to remove the bullet." Jing Yu reminded.
Cheng En handed her the medicine box and said, "Don't worry, Miss Jing. Get in the car."
Hearing Cheng En say this, Jing Yu felt a little relieved. After getting in the car, she removed Yu Zeyao's hand from her lower abdomen. Blood was flowing out. She took a deep breath, quickly grabbed the scissors and cut open his sweatshirt. There was a hole in his lower abdomen, which was shocking.
Jing Yu quickly sprinkled anti-inflammatory powder on the wound, stuffed gauze into the hole, and gave him emergency treatment with skillful movements.
Cars speeding on the street.
Yu Zeyao sat there, feeling a little dizzy because of the excessive blood loss. He half-closed his eyes and looked at her tense profile. His mind was a little hazy, and for a moment he seemed to see her five years ago again.
She is 20 years old.
"You are very skilled at treating these injuries now." He sighed, his tone weak. Compared to five years ago, she is indeed much more skilled.
"I've treated gunshot wounds before." Jing Yu replied without even looking up.
"Yes, I know." Yu Zeyao responded.
Jing Yu then raised his head, "You know?"
Yu Zeyao didn't reply, but just pulled his lips meaningfully. Jing Yu felt that this man was mysterious and powerful. It seemed that he knew everything about her.
She treated the wound and grabbed his palm again. The coldness made her frown and urged the driver in front, "Drive faster!"
The driver immediately stepped on the accelerator.
"Is it cold?" Jing Yu asked.
"A little."
Jing Yu wanted to pull her hand out of his palm. However, his five fingers suddenly tightened and wrapped her hand in his palm. She was stunned. She was so eager to save people that she didn't notice that they were holding hands. Now she realized it and put more force on her hand.
Seeing that he didn't let go easily, she said with a little embarrassment: "Let me go first, I'll find something to cover you up."
Yu Zeyao didn't let go immediately, but asked: "Does today's incident count as me saving your life?"
"It's true. But..."
"But what?"
"I am in this dangerous situation because of you. Today really opened my eyes. If I lose my life here, most of the responsibility will be yours." She looked at him with clear eyes.
Yu Zeyao smiled and let go of her hand. "I'm already half dead, and you're still pushing the responsibility onto me. It doesn't look like you're grateful."