11 Emergency Treatmen (1/2)

Groaning, Wuxing dropped down on one knee, one hand clutching his bloody shirt to emphasize how much pain he was in. Despite what he was showing on the surface, he was calmly observing everyone around him, his brain trying to quickly process how his escape plan was to be smoothly executed.

After getting shot, he first opted to stop the excess blood flowing out of his wounds. From the very beginning, he had already thought of such usage of his newfound power—the first part of his plan was to use his ability to modify his body in a way that it would partially heal his wound, leaving the outer part terrible-looking but having no real damage to his body.

Back when he had just discovered his power, he immediately reflected on its practical applications that would help him escape.

If he could change the length of his fingers and basically transform every part of his face, then it's not impossible for him to also shift around the muscles and organs inside his body, right?

If he could alter his appearance to copy another's after touching them, couldn't he do the same with his own body by reverting it to its previous condition?

Of course, those were just purely conjectures and speculations, and such a procedure, if possible, couldn't be done right in front of the public as they would probably catch that something was fishy if he overdid it. However, Wuxing could at least sneakily lower the blood loss from the gunshot wounds, so he doesn't bleed out.

While Wuxing was busy patching up the gunshot wound on his abdomen, the one that was bleeding from both sides of his body, the other guards had finally reacted towards their green-eyed colleague.

These angered guards quickly kicked away the rifle of the green-eyed guard and captured him. One cried out while holding him in place, ”Are you out of your mind?!”

”Don't think we will partially take the blame for you!” One of them immediately cleaned his hands from the incident.

”You are a madman!” Another guard who seemed to be the most senior pulled out his short-wave radio and called out urgently, ”Shots were fired! There is a second wounded! Two gunshots on the torso and he looks to be in critical condition! Over!”

Right away, a female voice replied from the other side, ”We are on the way! Hold on! Apply the pressure to the wounds! Don't let him bleed out!”

”Yes, we will try our best!” the leader among these guards answered before turning to others, saying, ”Hold this idiot down. We have to help that prisoner or we will all be responsible—”

Just as he switched with a fellow guard in pinning down the green-eyed guard and prepared to help out the injured prisoner, his steps faltered and his words caught in his throat.

Wuxing already tore his shirt off into long strips and wrapped it tightly around his lower abdomen. As the gunshot went through his back, his injury bled profusely with every move, soaking the makeshift bandage with blood at an alarmingly visible rate.

The leader of the guards saw how fast and precise Wuxing's hands was dressing his own wounds as if he was a medic himself. He couldn't help but think of a certain possibility. 'He definitely went through the training… maybe, he really is from Seven Stars?'

”What the hell is going on there?!”

Suddenly, the leader among the guards was roused out from his thoughts by the shouting from his radio. That voice and that tone…he turned serious right away, his forehead dotted with beads of sweat.

”C-Chief Warden! A guard shot a prisoner who didn't want to surrender! We suspect that he acted with the intention to kill as a total of five shots were fired even with a verbal warning from me,” he quickly reported the situation. ”We apprehended him and he is under our control!”

Hearing the situation, the Chief Warden looked at his friend, the military veteran who led Wuxing around and came to his office not long ago. Even though no name was reported, they both had a bad feeling about this.

”I can bet it is that Li Wuxing that got hurt. Today is his first day in the mines. Besides, anyone else would have surrendered at gunpoint right away, but It's understandable if he didn't,” the military veteran frowned.

”Do you think it's Long Qing's doing? That's five shots!” The Chief Warden already knew who was probably the real culprit behind this. Only he would have something to gain if Wuxing dies.