As Chu Qing drove, he looked at the things thrown on the passenger seat. He felt like he was in a dream. It was too unreal. But the severe pain in his left shoulder reminded Chu Qing that all this was real.
Chu Qing grinned so hard that he grinned because his left shoulder hurt so much that Chu Qing almost fainted.
In any case, Chu Qing gained a lot tonight. Looking at the vast road ahead, Chu Qing put away all his contempt for the world. The dangerous bullet and the bottle made of Daojin, both silently reminded Chu Qing that the world was vaster and deeper than he imagined.
If you want to make a divine material like Daojin into a container, will the person who makes it be an ordinary person? Chu Qing had to pay a huge price to open a bottle made of Daojin. However, according to the information about Qiongjiang, someone had taken out a drop of wine from it before, which showed that person's ability. Then there is this bullet, the people who developed it, and the people who use it...
The word awe emerged in Chu Qing's heart.
The pain in his shoulders surged into his heart like a wave. Chu Qing gritted his teeth and held on. The physical injuries were secondary. Before Kuji's sword, Chu Qing used the power of his soul. Only now did Chu Qing pay attention to the weakness of his soul.
The dizziness was getting stronger and stronger. Chu Qing was really afraid that he would not be able to make it home, so he fainted on the way. Thinking of this, Chu Qing suddenly realized another problem, that is, how could he get home in this state
If his parents saw him like this, Chu Qing didn't dare to think about it anymore. With a turn of the wheel, he decided to go to Chen Huahua's place to stay overnight. As for other things, he should recover from his injuries.
Chu Qing didn't expect to hide the arrangement he made from everyone, but delaying it for a while would allow him to be prepared. After all, a military inspector died like this, and this matter couldn't be revealed easily.
After taking out the key and opening the door of Huahua's house, Chu Qing fell to the ground. He couldn't hold on any longer. Huahua, who had fallen asleep, was awakened by Chu Qing's movement and ran out to take a look.
Suddenly her beauty turned pale, and she hurriedly held Chu Qing in her arms and lifted her up, asking repeatedly: "Chu Qing, what's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Chen Huahua was scared to tears. Chu Qing was covered in blood, his face was pale and frighteningly weak, as if he would die in the next second.
"Stop shaking me. I won't die for a while. Don't go to the hospital. Help me on the bed and clean the dead flesh from the wound with a knife. I'll be fine after a sleep." Chu Qing told Chen Huahua that he There's no way he could go to the hospital.
This kind of special injury cannot be hidden from professional doctors. It is estimated that if he goes to the hospital tonight, he will be caught by the Ministry of Supervision and Military Affairs and sent to a prison specially built for warriors tomorrow.
"Oh, oh, okay." Chen Huahua was already panicking and subconsciously agreed to Chu Qing.
After helping Chu Qing to the bed, Chen Huahua wanted to ask Chu Qing, but Chu Qing had already fainted as soon as she closed her eyes. There was no other way, Chen Huahua could only follow Chu Qing's instructions.
After taking off Chu Qing's clothes, Chen Huahua saw the wound and was so frightened that she covered her mouth with her hands, tears falling down her eyes. Chu Qing's original bleeding wound had stopped bleeding at this time, but the wound as big as a bowl was pitch black, and if you smelled carefully, you could even smell a stench.
It was the smell of body decay. Ordinary wounds would not look like this. Only special bullets could cause such injuries and accelerate the decay of the body.
Chu Qing asked Chen Huahua to dispose of the dead meat in order to prevent the special metal mixed in the bullet from continuing to infect the body. Only by cleaning it out can it prevent it from deteriorating.
And without that kind of thing as an obstacle, a little flesh wound can be healed in three or two days under the warmth of spiritual power. So the top priority was to clean up the dead meat, and Chu Qing handed this matter over to Chen Huahua.