165.
Zhang Feng was overjoyed, and without revealing anything on the surface, he said: "The time has not been determined yet, but it will not be more than three days at the latest. There may be two friends of mine who are going together. It would be good for everyone to meet before departure. Don’t worry. Just bring a good mood and you don’t need to prepare anything.”
Dai Yifan nodded. What he said sounded quite reliable, and he said, "Well, count me in this matter."
After Zhang Feng paid the bill, the group walked out of the barbecue restaurant.
After sending Li Waner and her roommate back to the dormitory, Zhang Feng returned to the hotel.
There are still thousands of miles to travel from Qinhuangdao to the Daxinganling Mountains. How to travel this distance requires careful planning. Back then, Li Waner and her three roommates agreed to set off together, which was of great help in concealing their identities.
It's just that the time agreed to meet on the first day has passed, and there is no trace of Li Jian yet, which makes Zhang Feng feel a little worried.
The next day, Zhang Feng did not go out. He was studying the route to Daxinganling in front of the map in the hotel. At the same time, he was constantly observing the university gate through the gaps in the curtains. As long as Li Jian appeared, he would be able to spot it immediately.
On the third day until 5pm, the last day they agreed to meet, Li Jian still didn't show up.
Zhang Feng frowned, staying in the same place for three days was already extremely dangerous. We really cannot wait any longer, otherwise the risk of exposure will increase exponentially.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and prepared to call Li Waner, and invite her and her roommate to meet with Monkey.
Just when he was about to put away the telescope, a suspicious figure appeared in Zhang Feng's field of vision.
A beggar, wearing a thick and dirty military coat in autumn, limping towards the school gate with a stick in his hand.
Adjust the focus of the telescope and focus on the beggar's unkempt face at close range.
Zhang Feng's heart skipped a beat, isn't this Li Jian? How did he become like this
He took two deep breaths to suppress the shock in his heart and quickly walked out of the hotel.
Standing at the door of the hotel, he did not walk over rashly, lit a cigarette, and watched carefully.
After burning out a cigarette, make sure it's safe
, Zhang Feng stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, then walked quickly across the street.
Li Jian, who was pretending to be a beggar, also noticed Zhang Feng walking over and raised his head slightly. His Chinese-character face had thin cheeks and sunken lips, dry and cracked lips, and a pair of eyes without much sparkle.
Zhang Feng's heart became more and more shocked. He took out his wallet from his pocket, pretended to be a pedestrian offering love, squatted on the ground and whispered: "Brother Li Jian, what's going on?"
Li Jian opened his dry lips, "My leg was injured and I didn't have time to treat the wound. I have no choice but to use this identity to cover up the rotten smell of the wound." His voice sounded like metal tearing, which was due to long-term dehydration. , caused by dryness of vocal cords.
"Don't talk so much yet." Zhang Feng took off the backpack from his back and stuffed it into Li Jian's hand, and said, "Put on the clothes inside. I'll wait for you in the hotel opposite."
After saying that, he stood up and quickly returned to the hotel, sitting in the lobby and waiting.
Li Jian quickly stood up with his backpack, found the corner of the street, and took off his military coat. The autumn wind rustled, his body trembled, and cold sweat was already falling down.
His lips were pale, but his face was flushed, which was obviously a sign of high fever.
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Zhang Feng, who was sitting on the sofa in the hall, also had a gloomy expression. Brother Li Jian was obviously in a bad state, which was somewhat beyond his expectation.
He was definitely not allowed to go to the hospital. His injuries were caused by the arresters and would definitely be registered in the hospital. Once someone who knew the injury treated him, he would most likely be targeted.
At this moment, Li Jian pushed open the door and walked into the hotel. He lowered his head and bit his lip tightly. Every step he took, his right leg felt like tearing pain.
But he could only endure it to prevent his strange state from arousing people's suspicion.
His cheeks kept shaking, and big beads of sweat kept oozing from his forehead.
Seeing Li Jian walking in, Zhang Feng also stood up and walked into the elevator first.
When Li Jian walked into the elevator, he seemed to have lost all strength. His body leaned to one side and leaned against the elevator wall, his chest heaving and breathing heavily.
Zhang Feng resisted the urge to help him.
Ding.
The elevator opened, Zhang Feng walked out of the elevator, walked through the corridor into his room, and opened the door
Leave a gap.
A few minutes later, the door was pushed open and Li Jian walked in with a shaking body.
Zhang Feng rushed forward to help his shaky body.
After letting him lie flat on the bed, Zhang Feng locked the door and asked anxiously: "Brother Li Jian, where is the injury?"
Li Jian pointed to his right leg, opened his dry lips, and said: "Water."
Zhang Feng hurriedly opened the mineral water and brought it to his mouth, but did not let him drink more. If you are in a dehydrated state for too long, and you suddenly drink a lot of water, it is very likely that you will not be able to replenish your deficiency.
Putting the water aside, Zhang Feng tore open Li Jian's trouser legs and couldn't help but gasp when he saw his injuries!
The palm-long wound was bone-deep, and the surrounding skin and flesh had begun to become inflamed and ulcerated. Zhang Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not summer now. If the weather was hotter and the wound remained in this state for a long time, it would be one thing whether Brother Li Jian's leg could be saved.
The matter of scraping bones to cure poison can only appear in novels. If the operation was performed directly without anesthetics, Li Jian might not be able to bear it in his current physical condition.
Anesthetics are neurological prescription drugs and cannot be purchased in pharmacies.
Li Jian drank some water and regained his energy a little. He opened his mouth and said, "Is it difficult?"
Zhang Feng didn't speak. He was thinking about how to get the anesthetic as quickly as possible. Suddenly a person appeared in his mind, so he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and made a call.
The phone was connected after two beeps. "Senior, what's the matter?" Li Waner's voice came from the receiver.
"Wan'er, can you get a small amount of anesthetic?" Zhang Feng asked. Li Waner is studying medicine, and the medical school laboratory must have a constant supply of anesthetics.
"Ah? Senior, why do you need anesthetics? We also need to register the anesthetics we use for experiments, which is a bit troublesome." Li Waner asked in surprise.
"It's like this. I have a friend who has an old man in his family who has an incurable disease. He can't stand the pain every day. I want to reduce the pain a few days before the old man leaves. It's okay, Wan'er. If you can't help it, there's no need. Embarrassed." Zhang Feng lied, and in his heart he could only apologize to the kind-hearted Wan'er, and these things could only be explained later.