And this time, Qiao Nian specifically called him to ask about this matter.
Although he didn't know what happened on the phone, Qiao Nian was not the kind of person who would bring up things for no reason.
Since she mentioned this phone call, Su Qing's behavior must have caused trouble for Yuan Yongqin!
Wei Lou closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he straightened his jaw and said in a tone that left no room for maneuver: "You have no chance."
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At the same time, in an inconspicuous small clinic in a chaotic neighborhood of Country M, the only old doctor and several big men looked at each other in confusion.
On the bed half a meter away from them lay a woman covered in blood. Her shirt was stained with blood. She was unconscious and looked seriously injured.
The old doctor looked at the old incandescent lamp on the roof, which was burning until the lamp cord made a crackling sound. He couldn't help but beg for mercy in a trembling voice: "Brothers, I really can't help you."
He turned around and pointed at the unconscious woman on the bed, trembling, and said, "Her injuries are too serious. You should rush her to the hospital."
"If her leg is not sent to the hospital, I'm afraid..."
He had just examined the yellow-skinned, black-haired woman. She had multiple soft tissue contusions on her body. The most serious one was a steel bar that went through her left thigh. It looked like a car part, but he didn't know what it was exactly...
Anyway, even the scary-looking bloody hole on her leg wasn't an injury that a small, no-name clinic like his could treat.
The old doctor was about to cry, and begged them in a sobbing voice: "Although people come here from time to time to bandage their wounds, most of them are minor injuries. I have never dealt with such a serious accident. If an accident happens, it will be a lawsuit involving human life! I beg you, please send the person to the hospital quickly, I can't handle it here!"
The man who was begging him pushed him aside, pulled out a chair rudely and sat down, slammed the knife on the table, and said with a fierce face: "If you don't want to be treated, I will send you to the hospital morgue first!"
The old doctor was so frightened that he was shaking all over, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground, but the person behind him was quick to hold on to his shoulders.
He couldn't even cry now. His legs were shaking like a sieve, and his voice was trembling even more: "But her legs..."
The man was very easy to talk to: "Well...if you can save her, then save her. If you can't, forget it. Just save her life."
After hearing what he said, the old doctor secretly observed them and became even more panicked.
He had already realized that these people might not be good people, and might be desperate criminals. This woman might be a poor person caught by them...
The old doctor felt a little sympathy for the woman lying on the bed, but in this situation, he couldn't even save himself, let alone sympathize with others.
With a knife pressed against his waist, he could only grit his teeth and do his best to treat Yuan Yongqin's wounds and provide first aid measures.
As for the woman's left leg that was pierced by the iron sheet.
He had never been on an operating table before, so he didn't dare to remove it. He could only sprinkle anti-inflammatory drugs around the wound and pray that the woman would survive...
Under the dim light.
Yuan Yongqin frowned because of the pain in her muscles caused by the alcohol used to clean her wounds. Her breathing became rapid and she looked like she had a fever. She tried to move her fingers but was too confused to open her eyes. She could only let herself continue to fall into darkness...
(End of this chapter)