There were a lot of noisy sounds in the ward, but there seemed to be a strange silence between the two of them.
After a while, Jin Wenwen gently covered her chest and asked, "What is going on?"
"He was stabbed in the waist, and then his right hand was cut off." Roland stared into Jin Wenwen's eyes: "He lost too much blood, and he is still being rescued."
Jin Wenwen was half lying on the bed. After hearing this, she wanted to get up, but her chest hurt and she immediately fell back.
Then she asked: "You came to tell me this. In addition to informing me, do you also want to ask if this matter has anything to do with me."
Roland shook his head: "I don't think so. Qi Shaoqiu's father seemed to have just said that this matter has something to do with him. I'm just telling you that Qi Shaoqiu was injured."
Jin Wenwen pursed her lips: "Notify me when the results are available later. My mobile phone number is XXXXXXX. Remember it."
Roland took down her number and left the ward.
After a while, Jin Wenwen's eye circles began to turn red.
His temperament became more and more fragile.
Roland returned to the emergency room. When the three members of the Qi family saw him, they all nodded slightly in greeting.
The atmosphere was very dull. Qi's father took out the cigarette and held it in his hand. He wanted to smoke but did not dare to smoke, for fear that the smell of smoke would waft into it and affect the performance of the surgeon, thereby harming his son.
Time passed slowly.
No one spoke.
Because of nervousness and anxiety, everyone in the Qi family sweated a lot, but they were not even in the mood to take a sip of water.
More than five hours later, the emergency room finally opened. Two nurses pushed the surgical trolley out. Qi Shaoqiu was sleeping on it, unconscious, with an oxygen tube inserted into his nostrils.
Qi's mother and Xisha immediately followed the surgical cart.
Qi's mother asked anxiously: "Nurse, how is my son?"
"There is nothing wrong for the time being. He will be sent to the intensive care unit for two or three days to check the situation. When his condition is stable, he will be transferred to the general ward."
As soon as these words came out, the four of them felt relieved.
Qi's mother and Xisha immediately followed the surgical cart.
Father Qi and Roland stayed.
Then the middle-aged surgeon who came out of the emergency room asked Qi's father, "You should be Qi Shaoqiu's father."
"Yes, yes." Father Qi nodded repeatedly.
"Your son was seriously injured. His arm was cut off, he lost a lot of blood, his left lower back was punctured, and his kidney was punctured directly. The wound was very large, and there was a large amount of blood accumulated in the abdomen. After we cleaned up the coagulated After bleeding, half of his left bad kidney had to be removed.”
Father Qi's expression trembled: "What negative impact will this have on him in the future?"
"There will definitely be some impact, but not big." The middle-aged doctor smiled and said: "Normal people have two kidneys. Cutting off one kidney will not affect life, let alone cutting off half."
Father Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
"We have reattached his right arm." The middle-aged surgeon continued: "I have to say, he is very lucky, whether it is the hemostatic bandaging method with white gauze, or wrapping the severed arm with plastic wrap and refrigeration The decision was very professional. I have performed similar operations nearly a hundred times. This is the first time I have seen ordinary people use such professional first aid techniques. Your son's survival has a lot to do with these two things, otherwise he would have lost blood long ago. Even if he dies without blood loss, if there is no one to help him refrigerate and keep the broken arm active, the arm may not be able to be reattached so smoothly on such a hot day."
It was considered 'good' news, and Qi's father breathed a sigh of relief.
Roland also breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he and Qi's father rushed to the entrance of the ICU, but were blocked outside and outsiders were not allowed to enter.
The head nurse in charge here even said: "Go back. Once you enter the ICU, you won't have to take care of anything. You can't help if you stay here. It's better to go back and rest. Just keep the phone open 24 hours a day. If anything happens, We will notify you to come over.”
It makes sense to say so, but when your loved one is lying in the intensive care unit, still in a coma, any kind of family affection will make you feel uneasy. Let alone go back to sleep, you won't even dare to go far away.
The three members of the Qi family did not go home, but went to the waiting room to sit and rest.
Roland said to Xisha: "I'm going back to the swordsmanship hall to help you deal with things there. If you need anything, call me."
Xisha nodded slightly.
In terms of "entry" time, Roland is the senior brother. In terms of strength, Roland has even surpassed Qi Shaoqiu, and there is no problem in becoming the senior brother.
After all, it is a traditional swordsmanship hall, and many people are willing to listen to what Roland, the 'elder brother', has to say.
Therefore, it is a very rational decision for him to deal with the current affairs of the swordsmanship hall.
Roland nodded to his parents and relatives, and then left the hospital.
After Roland left, Qi's mother turned to Xisha and asked, "Is this the Huang Wenwei you and Shaoqiu often mentioned?"
Roland's real name is Huang Wenwei.
Xisha continued to nod.
"He's a decent person. He's willing to help bring people here if something happens. He's still busy. He must have also advanced the deposit for the first aid."
Xisha said softly: "If it hadn't been for his help, I would have been in a hurry and didn't know what to do."
Father Qi sighed. If his son hadn't been in the intensive care unit and his daughter had found a good man, he would have laughed out loud.
In this situation, all I can do is sigh: "Nice young man, let's see him more often in the future."
Xisha lowered his head slightly: "Let's wait until elder brother wakes up before saying anything else."
Roland bought a shared bicycle outside the hospital, and then rode all the way back to the swordsmanship hall.
At this time, the atmosphere in the swordsmanship hall was quite strange.
More than 20 students gathered together, pointing at the pool of solidified black blood from time to time, with different expressions, including surprise, gloating, and simple 'laughing'.
Of course, about half of them had worried expressions on their faces.
People's hearts are floating!
It would be weird if it doesn't float. The teacher has been seriously injured and he doesn't know whether he will live or die. Can he still teach this swordsmanship
After Roland entered the cement field, many people noticed him. The students immediately gathered around and asked about Qi Shaoqiu's situation.
After hearing that Qi Shaoqiu's condition was temporarily stable, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, everyone knows each other, and when there is no real conflict of interest, they always hope that others can be safe.
But one kind of rice breeds all kinds of people, and there are always some people who think differently.
"Elder brother..." A man who looked about nineteen years old shouted angrily: "Master Qi was seriously injured. Even if he recovers, he has broken an arm and will probably not be able to teach us in the future. Can you help us?" Xisha asked if the tuition fee can be refunded and how much can be refunded?"
"Qi Shaoqiu's hand has been reattached. It is estimated that he will be able to come back to teach you within a month or two." Roland looked at the students around him and said, "During this period, I will be your teacher."
Many students were relieved.
This group of students came here relatively early to learn swordsmanship, so they have all seen the scene of Roland and Qi Shaoqiu competing, and they know that Roland's strength is now higher than Qi Shaoqiu.
Of course I was happy to hear that he was willing to take over and continue teaching.
But one-third of the people don't know this.
After all, Roland has rarely come to the swordsmanship hall for more than half a year.
He spends most of his time meditating at home, learning Taoist health-preserving techniques, and exercising his mental strength.
Even if he came, he would just enjoy the breakfast cooked by Xisha, and then watch a few gay friends feed each other and learn from each other, and hardly play much.
So these people don't know much about his strength.
Because of their ignorance, they always do things that leave people speechless, and this third of the people started to make noises.
"I heard that you are just a student. Why are you pretending? Do we even have to pay you a fee?"
"I heard that you are better than Master Qi. Why don't you open your own swordsmanship studio? If you hang around here, you can't be playing Xisha's idea."
"I don't want to study anymore, can you help me refund the tuition?"
Six people, saying this, attacked Roland.
They surrounded Roland. This was not because they wanted to hit anyone, but simply because they wanted to increase their momentum and make their words more shocking.
Listening to their words, other students who didn't have many ideas began to start to take action.
I want a refund and leave.
Roland glanced at the six people and said, "You new ones, I can indeed refund your tuition in full, but we have to keep the money for protective gear. After all, making protective gear requires costs."
"How much does a set of protective gear cost?" A young man took a puff of cigarette, spit it out, and asked nonchalantly: "It doesn't cost ten or twenty thousand, and then the tuition fee doesn't need to be refunded to us, hahaha .”
"Not much, just a thousand." Roland smiled: "Some of you paid in installments, so you should know how much you can get back."
Under Roland's suggestion, the fees at the Sword Art Museum are now quite flexible. You can pay in installments, one payment per month. There are six installments, twelve installments, and thirty installments. It’s no longer like before, it’s all done in one go.
"I want it now, okay?" The cigarette smoker asked with a smile: "Three of us here have paid in full, and the other four have also paid several installments. You estimate that the six of us will get 100,000 yuan. Do you have it?" That much money?”
Roland smiled slightly: "Of course, then, are you sure you want a refund?"
"Of course I have to quit." The young man who smoked blew out a smoke ring and said, "What's the point of learning this Po Miao sword technique? If someone stabs you casually, you have no ability to resist."
"It was a sneak attack. If we look at it head-on... let alone two people, even if the six of you come together, you are still no match for Qi Shaoqiu."
The young man who smoked sneered twice, crossed his arms across his chest, raised one hand slightly, and held the almost finished cigarette between his fingers: "I believe Master Qi can beat six ordinary people, but he is in the hospital, and now you have to teach us , you can hit six? I don’t believe it!”
"Try it." Roland smiled.
"Then let's try it." The young man holding the cigarette chuckled: "But I don't need a Miao sword, I want to use a straight sword, which you should have here."
Roland was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily, as if he had seen prey: "There is it in the warehouse. Before the game, we have to put on wooden protective gear."
"Afraid of being beaten and injured by a group?" asked the young man smoking.
"I'm afraid I'll hit you too hard and cripple you."
The young man looked at Roland's confident and somewhat arrogant expression, and suddenly felt something bad.
The other students suddenly showed expressions of watching the show.
About fifteen minutes later, six people were lying on the concrete field, howling and rolling around.
Hitting someone with a wooden knife is very painful. Even though I have protective gear, it still hurts.
The students standing around looked at Roland with admiration on their faces. They had originally thought about dropping out, but now they have given up.
It took fourteen minutes for several people to put on protective gear, choose weapons, and warm up.
It only took less than a minute for Roland to defeat them.
The knife is fast and heavy.
But he didn't even break a sweat.
Learn sword skills from such a master and you will make money!
Why refund the tuition fees