Chapter 62 (1/2)

Taking Luo Fusheng back to the Lin Mansion inconveniently, Lin Ruomengyang and Huang Xinghan came to help. Huang Xinghan hesitated and agreed. The car drove to a small western-style building that Huang Xinghan bought.

The Wang Ma in charge was frightened when Huang Xinghan helped a man covered in blood to come in. Quickly close the door. “Master, why did you recruit such a big target to come back? I heard that something big happened on Tanggu Road. The Japanese are watching very closely now. Be careful to expose you too.”

Lin Ruomeng pursed her lips. She knew that Huang Xinghan was an important figure in the organization faction in Shanghai. Just making this request by myself is indeed a bit headstrong. If Huang Xinghan was lifted, it would be a great loss to the entire Shanghai revolutionary organization. But she really couldn’t just watch Luo Fusheng do nothing like this.

“Mother Wang, I have a sense of measure. Go and prepare some medical supplies. Then boil a pot of hot water and prepare two clean clothes.” Huang Xinghan had just witnessed everything in the hotel, although he did not know where Luo Fusheng’s true identity was. of. But currently they have a common enemy-the Japanese. He deserves to help.

Huang Xinghan took off his suit jacket and helped him onto the bed in the guest room. Without the cover of the jacket, a large blood stain on the lower abdomen was undoubtedly revealed. Because a period of time has passed, the shirt is stuck on the wound with blood scabs and can’t be taken off, and there will be less skin when it is pulled hard.

“It’s a gunshot wound. Ruomeng, go to the bookcase and bring me the scissors.”

Lin Ruomeng trot and handed the scissors, Huang Xinghan twisted the shirt around the wound, and then wet the shirt and slowly uncovered the piece of shirt. Although the movements were already very gentle, Luo Fusheng trembled in pain and woke up leisurely.

“Ruomeng…”

“It’s me.” Lin Ruomeng held his trembling hand and looked at Huang Xinghan. “Should I send such a serious injury to the hospital? We are not professional doctors. If only Xu Xingcheng was there…”

“Gunshot wounds are not ordinary injuries. Taking it to the hospital at this time is equivalent to telling the Japanese that he was involved in the disturbance. I have dealt with gunshot wounds before, so don’t worry too much.” Huang Xinghan comforted.

Wang Ma brought up all the things Huang Xinghan wanted, and accidentally saw the bloody wound. Long sighed: “Oh. What a sin was made by this.”

One sentence drew Lin Ruomeng’s tears down.

Huang Xinghan glanced at her, and he had some guesses about Lin Ruomeng’s feelings. “Mother Wang, go and guard at the door and pay attention to any changes outside.”

“Good.” Mother Wang put down what she was holding and went out.

Both Huang Xinghan and Lin Ruomeng washed their hands with hot water. “I don’t have anesthetics here, please bear with me.”

Luo Fusheng nodded weakly, Lin Ruomeng couldn’t bear it, and folded his handkerchief into a strip for him to bite.

Luo Fusheng wanted to say no, but seeing her teary eyes, he still held the handkerchief obediently.

Huang Xinghan poured iodine on the wound to disinfect the surrounding area. Luo Fusheng bit his handkerchief, his neck desperately leaned back, his abdominal muscles were tight, and he clenched his teeth without making a sound.

“When I dig the bullets later, you hold his shoulders and don’t let him move. How about I find two ropes to tie them to the head of the bed?”

Lin Ruomeng didn’t want him to suffer again. “No, I have strength.”

Her hand passed through the back of Luo Fusheng’s neck, and she adjusted a posture that made her strong and pressed his shoulder.

Huang Xinghan used alcohol to sterilize a pocket knife. The bullet was buried deep enough to be invisible to the naked eye. He gestured to the approximate location, winking at Lin Ruomeng. “Hold it down.”

“Um…” The knife went into the flesh, and crimson blood rushed out of the wound and seeped into the bed sheet underneath. Lin Ruomeng felt her body tremble uncontrollably, her throat rolled with a dull groan, and the handkerchief in her mouth was dyed red. Luo Fusheng didn’t dare to move, for fear of hurting Ruomeng, his fingers dig into the railing on the head of the bed, with sawdust in his nails.

Lin Ruomeng tilted his elbow and buried his head in his arms, preventing him from seeing the bloody wound. Luo Fusheng buried her on her shoulders, trying his best to resist the sharp pain, only snorted very lightly.

The knife cut open the surrounding flesh and blood, finally revealing the bullet’s head. Huang Xinghan put down the knife, picked up the tweezers and reached into the meat. The blood is slippery, and the small bullet is always unstable.

Luo Fusheng’s face was pale, and the broken hair between his forehead was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead. It looks like it will pass out in the next second. Huang Xinghan was also a little nervous, and his heart was crossed, as the tweezers went straight in and clamped the whole bullet.

“Uh…um…” Luo Fusheng clenched his handkerchief and leaned forward unconsciously. I watched the tweezers pick up a bullet and threw it in the plate. His eyes were dark for a while, and there was a heavy blood floating in the air. Lin Ruomeng only hoped that he could faint and suffer less.

Huang Xinghan told him: “Don’t let him sleep. It’s dangerous to faint now. I’ll change the basin of water.”

“Fusheng, wake up. Don’t you like to listen to me singing the opera? I will sing for you.” In a daze, Luo Fusheng felt that a hand was stroking his face, very gentle and comfortable. Then he heard the babble, babbling and crying.

The handkerchief in his mouth fell aside, and it was all red with blood. The head hangs slightly, and the chapped lips barely evoke an arc. “It’s so ugly.”