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Chapter 258 Dancing Girls Have Love (1)

On the snow, it was eerily quiet.

It was as if the life-and-death struggle that had just occurred had never existed.

However, the blood on the ground, the blood on Chen Xing and Qilan's bodies, was real.

The pocket was completely slashed open by Chen Xing.

As the black cloth over the eyes and the cloth strips around the mouth were removed, the whole body of the person inside was exposed.

Her hair was disheveled over her eyes.

The facial expression seemed a little sad.

His lips had turned purple.

There is a deep wound in the abdomen, and the blood has long been coagulated.

Qilan recognized the clothes on him, couldn't help lying on the ground, and burst into tears with a "wow".

Lying here is Zhu Xingyuan.

Although at the beginning, Qilan was worried that the person inside was Gu Qijiang, so sad that he almost knelt down.

But when he saw the clothes and confirmed that it was Juan Juan's third brother, the grief in his chest didn't diminish at all.

Chen Xing reached out to explore Tan Xingyuan's nose, felt the pulse of his neck and wrist, turned his head in surprise and shouted at him:

"Don't be so sad, this little brother is still alive!"

"Impossible."

Qilan shook his head while crying, he clearly touched Xingyuan's hand, it was as cold as ice, not the body temperature of a living person.

He worried that Zhu Juanjuan would not be able to bear the huge blow of losing his father and three elder brothers in just five days.

Chen Xing saw that he was only lowering his head to wipe his tears, and came over and pulled him up forcefully.

"I said to live is to live, if you don't believe me, see for yourself!"

Qilan followed Chen Xing to look, and Xingyuan's heart still heaved slightly.

He couldn't help breaking his tears into a smile, and stretched his hands to Xingyuan's armpits,

"Let's quickly carry him into the car and take him to the hospital."

Chen Xing seemed to remember something, "Go and puncture the tire first."

Like a swift little leopard on the snow, he quickly ran to the front of the car, punctured and deflated all four tires in an instant.

"We'll get the guns, we'll use them."

Qilan also conveniently picked up the pistol on the ground.

"I'll teach you how to play with a gun another day."

Chen Xing replied disdainfully: "I'm a scholar, so I can't learn such lethal things."

"Go and search for any notes on those two people."

Qilan knew that Chen Xing was a bit of a scholar, so he searched for it himself.

A bloody civil service card was found in one of the people's pockets.

It belongs to Zhu Xingyuan.

In another person's pocket, he found a photo of a girl.

On the back of the photo is written a crooked "Far" with a pen.

Although the photo was badly worn and there were still a lot of blood stains, Qilan still recognized the girl on it as Chris.

Chen Xing came over to take a look, and asked curiously, "Is the next step for the police to kill this foreign girl?"

Qilan dragged him to carry Yunyuan to the car, and said while walking:
"Let's send the person to the hospital first, and he will die if he is sent late."

"Then, you and I will go somewhere together to find the girl in the photo."

Xingyuan is placed flat on the seat in the middle of the car.

His legs could only be curled up.

In Tang Yuexian's car, Qilan found a kettle and two wool shawls.

Just works.

He turned his head and handed these precious things to Chen Xing, and said:

"I'll drive, you help cover him and feed him some water."

Chen Xing nodded, and clumsily covered Xing Yuan's stomach with the shawl.

Qilan was about to drive the car to the limit speed.

A gust of wind blew, and the shawl couldn't withstand the wind, and flew up to cover his face.

I can only cover it again patiently a few times.

Qilan was in a dilemma with the steering wheel in his hand.

Zhu Xingyuan is so weak that he doesn't know if he can make it to the hospital.

Although the best hospital in the city is nearby, they cannot send it to Zhang Wenxuan's place of work, for fear of being caught by plainclothes officers who have been ambushing for a long time.

He remembered that Lin Mi had accompanied him to a hospital that was relatively large and a little further away.

The medical condition is acceptable, and it ranks among the top in the industry.

Now it's just a little short of money.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven"

"Fifty, 51, 52"

Qilan heard Chen Xing counting something.

"Ding Ding, Dang Dang."

He turned his face curiously, and saw a handful of shiny silver dollars lying in Chen Xing's palm, and some in the wallet in his hand.

Good guy, this man is counting money in a muffled voice. . .

Taking advantage of him to pick up the pistol, Chen Xing quietly searched the money bags of the two plainclothes.

"Where did you get the silver dollars?"

Chen Xing smiled neither humble nor overbearing: "The spoils just now."

Qilan frowned, "You didn't even want to pick up the gun just now, why did you pick up the money?"

When Chen Xing heard this, he became unhappy:

"If you don't have money, how can you see a doctor for this little brother? Can you find a doctor if you have no money?"

After finishing speaking, he handed all the silver dollars to Qilan's eyes angrily:
"Look, here's a total of 60 yuan, and I didn't take one more. Let's use all of it for medical expenses."

Sixty silver dollars in 1913 was a lot of money.

When Qilan thought it would be enough to stay in the hospital for a few days, Chen Xing suddenly said:
"With so much money, if you can't cure it, you don't have to worry about buying coffins and cemeteries."

"Crow's mouth, don't talk nonsense, okay!"

Chen Xing refused to accept it, and plausibly said:
"I'm telling the truth. Look at him, it's going to be even worse. With such a thick wool shawl covered, his body temperature is not as good as when he didn't cover it just now."

After finishing speaking, Chen Xing's eyes fell on the severely worn photo again.

Looking at Chris in the photo, he sighed again and again:

"Do you know the babe in this photo?"

"Her name is Chris, and she is an orphan left by British missionaries and Chinese missionaries."

"Very beautiful, almost like an angel."

Chen Xing reached out and wiped the photo lightly, looking at the girl on it in a daze.

"What's the relationship between her and this little brother? Do you know?"

Qilan shook her head, also very surprised by this discovery.

It was indeed the first time he knew that Zhu Juanjuan's third brother and Chris would have such a secret relationship.

According to the nature of Chris' work in the dance hall, the relationship between them was kept secret in Zhu's house.

"I only know that Chris is Lin Mi's friend. I don't know what kind of relationship she has with Zhu Xingyuan."

Chen Xing couldn't sit still, tilted his head to look at Xingyuan whose breathing was gradually weakening, and said to himself:
"Brother, you left a good civil servant as a misfit. How did you offend the bad guys and suffer such a murder?"

"In case something goes wrong, what about your girlfriend?"

Fortunately, Qilan was only concentrating on driving, and did not hear these two insincere words from Chen Xingyan, otherwise, they would have started fighting on the way.

During this section of the road, Qilan drove very smoothly and at a good speed, so it had little effect on Xingyuan's abdominal wound.

In addition, Chen Xing fed him a little water according to Qilan's instructions, and he miraculously persisted until the moment when he was sent to the emergency room and then urgently transferred to the operating room.

Qilan paid 30 silver dollars as a deposit, and Chen Xing asked Chen Xing to take [-] of the remaining silver dollars to the doctor who performed the surgery, but was rejected.

Chen Xing took the returned "red envelope", patted Qilan, and said:
"I think this lady's character is not bad."

Qilan nodded, "Then you can keep it. I'll ask the nurse to see how much it will cost."

"In case there is less, I will think of a way."

Chen Xing smiled slyly: "Let's go to Miss Chris to borrow money."

(End of this chapter)