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Chapter 287 "Thanks to Han Fusheng for the Rewards"

Liu Chengbei suffered a gunshot wound. If he was sent to a regular hospital, the other party would definitely call the police.

At that time, once the police arrive and control Liu Chengbei, his mission will fail.

After all, everyone's main mission three is to survive on Hong Kong Island for a month.

During this period, the Lord God has clearly stipulated that he cannot be arrested or repatriated, and the end of violation is obliteration.

Therefore, Liu Chengbei's situation is obviously a dilemma.On the one hand, if you don’t go to the hospital, you will die, and on the other hand, you will be obliterated if you go to the hospital. No matter how you choose, you will have no way out.

"Lu Penghui is dead, Niu Dada is dead too, Liu Chengbei is dying now, how could this happen!" Looking at the dying Niu Dada and the pale Liu Chengbei, Niu Dashun slammed the car door hard.

In the evening, we also ate chicken and stewed mushrooms together, and drank two taels of Moutai.

But now, in less than two hours, one person has become a cold corpse, and the other one is also fast.

"You can't go to a big hospital. If you go to Chengbei, you will die. Let's go to a small clinic to try our luck." Wu Ming said slowly, signaling everyone to get in the car first.

Of course, if Wu Ming is willing to take risks, in this world controlled by the main god, Liu Chengbei can also survive if he uses his extraordinary power.

It's a pity that the reincarnation watch has already issued a warning for using extraordinary power twice before, indicating that using extraordinary power in the novice world will increase the difficulty of the next world.

Wu Ming thought over and over again, but decided not to take any risks, because the difficulty increased, and he couldn't determine what difficulty it would be raised to.

For example, if the next world directly throws him into the Conferred Gods War, or Ragnarok, it will be a matter of life and death.In all fairness, Wu Ming is a selfish person, it is impossible for him to put himself in danger for Liu Chengbei.

Taking advantage of the darkness, the off-road vehicle drove at full speed, looking for a small clinic on the side of the road.

About half an hour later, on a noisy street, I finally found a door sign with lights on it, with the words "Yan's Clinic" written on it.

"Doctor, is the doctor there?"

Pushing open the door of the clinic, several people broke into it.

In the clinic, a thin doctor in his 50s with glasses raised his head upon hearing the sound.

"Ah, you?" The moment Dr. Yan looked up, what Dr. Yan saw was the guns in the hands of Wu Ming and the others.

Seeing a gun, Dr. Yan shrank his neck in fright, and quickly raised his hand: "What are you going to do, I don't have any money here."

"Whoever wants your money, I have a wounded person here, I can give you 100 million if he is cured." Niu Dashun hurriedly said while supporting Liu Chengbei.

Hearing that there were 100 million, Dr. Yan's throat visibly slid, and he hurriedly said, "Put down the bed over there, and let me see the patient."

Niu Dashun supported Liu Chengbei and put him on the bed in the clinic.

Dr. Yan walked up and unbuttoned Liu Chengbei's shirt. The first thing he saw was the punctured bulletproof vest and the wound oozing blood.

"This, this is too serious, I can't do it here!" Dr. Yan shook his head after only looking at the wound.

Wu Ming held the M16, stood at the door and looked out, and asked without looking back, "Why not, aren't you a doctor?"

"I'm a doctor, but my place is just a clinic. It's okay to see a cold and fever on weekdays. There is nothing I can do here for such a serious trauma. Don't say anything else, just give him a blood transfusion, and I can't do it here. What's more, there are fragments of body armor in his wound, so it won't work without surgery!" Doctor Yan expressed helplessness on his face, expressing that he was really helpless.

The small clinic on the side of the road is not a regular hospital, where there are blood transfusion and surgical equipment.

Liu Chengbei's shoulder was wounded by a sniper rifle. Only with this kind of injury can he go to a big hospital to save his life.

Dr. Yan took a quick look and knew that there was nothing he could do about this kind of injury. If he acted rashly, he would only harm others and himself.

"Doctor, do you know if there are any private clinics around here that can perform surgery?" Hearing what Dr. Yan said, Niu Dashun asked impatiently.

Dr. Yan shook his head slightly, and replied with certainty: "No, the gunshot wound on his right shoulder was not caused by ordinary bullets. You can start now and take him to a regular hospital, and he can still be saved."

"No, he can't go to a regular hospital, doctor, you should think of a way." Dr. Yan's proposal was directly rejected.

Everyone knows that this kind of small clinic has very simple conditions. If you can go to a regular hospital, you can't afford to come here.

It's a pity that Liu Chengbei's condition does not allow him to go to a regular hospital at all.

Even if they knew clearly that sending them here was a narrow escape, everyone could only accept it.

"Old man, what are you doing?"

On the second floor of the clinic, a 50-year-old middle-aged aunt came down with a mean face.

When Wu Ming and the others saw her, they raised their guns subconsciously, causing a burst of screams.

"Guns, old man, they have guns!" The middle-aged aunt screamed in a shrill voice.

Niu Dashun put down the gun impatiently, and shouted at Dr. Yan: "Tell her to stop screaming, or I will shoot her to death."

She would be beaten to death if she yelled again. The mean-looking middle-aged aunt shut her mouth in fright.

Dr. Yan didn't dare to be careless, and quickly explained: "This is my wife, Gui Fen, who helped me in the clinic."

"Old man, I'm going up, take your time!" Aunt Gui Fen was so frightened that her legs trembled, she hurried upstairs.

"and many more."

With a cigarette in his mouth, old man Jiang suddenly said, "Doctor Yan, your wife doesn't understand the rules, does she?"

"No, of course not. My wife's mouth is very steady. She treats everything she sees as if she didn't see it. It won't be a bad thing." Dr. Yan quickly explained, and at the same time waved to Aunt Gui Fen, and said in a low voice: "Still What are you doing in a daze, I have sweet-scented osmanthus tea in the drawer, hurry up and make tea!"

"You don't need to drink tea, let's take care of our brothers first." Old man Jiang is an old man, so of course he wouldn't drink the tea that a doctor made for everyone.

You know, medicine is not divided into families, and it is no problem for a doctor to use poison.

Everyone is not familiar with it at all. If someone drugged it and turned it over, it would be like crying without tears.

"Your brother, the biggest problem now is excessive blood loss, which has reached a dangerous point. Usually, excessive blood loss is accompanied by shock, fever, and insufficient blood supply to the heart."

Dr. Yan thought for a while, and then said: "Here, I only have antibiotics and glucose water, which are a drop in the bucket for him. I can only do my best to see if I can bandage his wound and stop the bleeding. If If it doesn’t work, I can’t do anything about it, so let’s resign ourselves to fate.”

"Do your best!" Old man Jiang could only nod silently for the sake of saying the words.

Dr. Yan took out glucose water from the medical rack and hung it up for Liu Chengbei, and then gave him a cardiotonic injection.

After all this was done, Liu Chengbei's wound was cleaned, and the bleeding was stopped with gauze and cotton wool.

As time passed by, Liu Chengbei never woke up, and fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

Twenty minutes later, Liu Chengbei developed a high fever and talked nonsense in a daze.

"I cleaned the wound and used it to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, I can't perform an operation here. The bullet in his shoulder was shot very deep. I couldn't remove it, and I couldn't stop the bleeding completely."

Dr. Yan paused slightly when he said this, and asked hesitantly: "Are you really sure not to send him to the hospital? I guess he won't make it through tonight."

"If you go to the hospital, will the hospital call the police when they see his injuries?" Old man Jiang asked Dr. Yan after taking a puff of cigarette.

Dr. Yan nodded and replied with certainty: "Of course it will. This is the responsibility of the hospital. Unless you hijack the hospital, there is no way to avoid it."

"Old man, is Cheng Bei hopeless?" Hearing Dr. Yan's answer, Niu Dashun was depressed.

Old man Jiang kept silent, looked at Liu Chengbei who was talking nonsense, and sighed: "We can't help him, it's his fate."

"Thank you, Doctor Yan. This is your reward." Jiang old man put ten thousand yuan bills on the bedside, and whispered: "We will stay here with him for a while, I hope you don't mind."

"No, no." Doctor Yan nodded and collected the money on the bed.

10 minutes, half an hour, an hour.
At 01:30 in the morning, under everyone's gaze, Liu Chengbei stopped breathing forever.

There is no last word, no parting words, no reluctance to life.

Just like when everyone met, Liu Chengbei came and left gently, like a falling yellow leaf.

"Hello, I'm Liu Chengbei. I'm a courier. I can run fast."

"I've already figured it out. When I finish my mission and go back this time, I will buy a house in my hometown so that my parents can live a good life."

"Hey, this gun is so heavy that I can't touch it."

The cold body was lifted onto the car, leaving only memories.

Drive all the way straight to Tsim Sha Tsui, a place with mountains, water, and woods, is the final destination of Liu Chengbei and Niu Dada.

"You are back!"

In the apartment, Wang Yunxi, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the three of Wu Ming who walked in, and asked suspiciously, "Where is Da Da and Cheng Bei?"

There was no answer, Wu Ming and the others piled the weapon bag and money box on the coffee table, and none of them spoke.

"What happened?" Seeing everyone's reactions, Wang Yunxi sat up from the sofa.

Wu Ming nodded silently, took a can of beer from the coffee table, opened it and took two gulps: "Da Da was beaten to death on the spot, and Cheng Bei died of serious injuries."

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Yunxi hugged her legs and sighed leisurely.

She said before, don't be greedy, everyone will really play with their lives in the end.

If everyone chooses to stop holding the previous 100 million, they can already return safely.

It's a pity that greed will never end. If you have 100 million, you want 1000 million. Greed is the most terrible thing.

"Count the money and see how much there is."

Opening the cash box, Wu Ming and the others counted the harvest and found that the real cash was only 2000 million.

The remaining 3000 million was just a cover-up with white paper. No wonder the inspection was only halfway through, and the other party chose to do it.

"The jewels worth 5000 million are still in our hands, and there is an extra 2000 million in cash. Let's talk about whether we will do it next, we will return in ten days." After counting the harvest, Wu Ming said slowly.

Old man Jiang lit a cigarette, didn't discuss whether to do it or not, but said with a smirk: "Let's not talk about the money in advance, that Dong Qi arranged for us to be black and white, this revenge must be avenged, and it is also counted as Cheng Bei and Cheng Bei." Let me explain, what do you think?"

"I said before that if Fatty Dong dares to play tricks, I will take his skin off. Hehe, I have many shortcomings, but only one advantage, and that is to do what I say!" Wu Ming also sneered, with murderous eyes in his eyes. revealing.

　"PS: Thanks to the book friends: Han Fusheng, the emperor's title illuminates the long night, wakes up to see this life, the old driver drives a new car, the bloody night song, the floating car in the sky, $Lei Shao$, bones under the pile of books, cute but not killed, violent Zhige, Zhiyuexin, Yu Suitian, Xueyi Guying, book friend 141130103705541, senior bookworms who don't get rid of a penny, the rewards of fifteen book friends, this ranking is in no particular order, and it's a big deal. "

　　
　
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