Chapter 1809: Love buried in time (27)

The next moment, Jing Yu was pulled by him suddenly, and his soft body bumped heavily on the man's shoulder.
He had hard bones and strong muscles, and Jing Yu slammed into it like this, only to feel that he had been hit by his body to fall apart. His eyebrows narrowed, and before he could understand what was going on, he turned around to protect her, and "bang--" rang in his ears.
"Sir!" Solemnly sighed, and again the sound of gunfire. The man who was holding his gun and was dying on the opposite side was solemnly headshot on the spot, his eyes violently died, and his expression was bleak.
Jing Yu stood there, looking at the picture, his whole body was cold and biting.
She used to be accustomed to life and death when she was a medical practitioner, but one person was so killed in front of her that she was still shocked.
"Sir!" Solemn still lingering, running over with a gun, "how?"
"Small problem." Yu Zeyao whispered.
Jing Yu heard this voice before returning to God. It was at this time that she realized that the man kept frowning and covering his belly. The blood on his chest had flowed through his fingers continuously through his sweatshirt, shocking.
Her heart shook again. Looking at his eyes, there was a little more confusion, deep thought, and there was movement and shock.
The bullet is not long-sighted and may kill him at any time.
But just now ...
"Sir, you are hurt." Solemnly spoke, interrupting her thoughts.
"Get in the car first." Yu Zeyao spoke solemnly. The voice was already weak, and her eyes turned to Jing Yu, seeing her motionless and thinking that she was scared, her voice softened, "Don't run away, I will arrange for someone to take you back."
"I won't go back now." Jing Yu looked back and quickly flipped from his bag. "I'll accompany you to our hospital. I'll call the teacher now and have the operating room ready in the department."
Jing Yu said he was already dialing a phone number. But the phone has not been dialed, and it has been solemnly blocked. "Ms. Jing, our husband was injured by a gun and was inconvenienced in the hospital."
Jing Yu froze for a moment, then nodded, seemingly answering solemn words, and talking to himself, "Yes, it is true. If you go to the hospital and find out that the gunshot wound, the police will definitely check it. And you just returned ... Killed people ... "
She looked at the corpse not far away and still gave a shiver. Jing Yu always felt that the shootout just now was a black line.
"Then I can't go to the hospital, what should I do with this injury? He must rush to deal with it! There can be no delay!" Jing Yu was very fortunate at this moment, the gun was not hit on the artery. Otherwise, the consequences are unimaginable.
"Miss Jing, get in the car first, this is not a place to stay long." Solemnly helped Yu Zeyao, whose eyes were increasingly scattered.
Jing Yu saw that his face was increasingly bloodless, and there was no delay, and he hurried to the car. No, it was a trot. I ran all the way to Cheng En. "Is there any hemostatic powder in the car? Is there clean gauze? Is there an anti-inflammatory medicine? Are these all available?"
She asked several questions in succession, showing her anxiety at the moment.
"Both." Cheng En quickly pulled out the full medicine box from the trunk. Jing Yu looked at those familiar things and breathed a little sigh of relief. However, he even carried these things with him at all times in the car. It is conceivable that, as he said, his world was full of danger and wind.
While thinking about it, Majestic had helped Yu Zeyao, who was barely conscious, got into the car. Jing Yu had to follow in, Cheng En said: "Miss Jing, let these things be solemn to me and solemn, just sit in front and watch."
Jing Yu said: "I'm a doctor, rest assured, these are all my professional affairs."
"But in the past, the injury was caused by me and solemnly helping him urgently."
"..." Jing Yu knew that Cheng En had a strong sense of vigilance against himself. She didn't understand how nervous their days were, so she didn't understand how cautious they were. But now I can't drag it down, just nodded, ready to sit in front.
"Let her come." Just now, Yu Zeyao's voice rang from the car.
Jing Yu looked down and touched his eyes. He looked at her, "Get in the car and stop running around."
Cheng En and solemnly looked at each other, solemnly nodded, and Jing Yu said: "Miss Jing, then our husband will give it to you. Please take good care of him."
"Hemostasis is only the first step, you must contact the hospital immediately to remove the bullet." Jing Yu reminded.
Cheng En handed her the medicine chest. "Miss Jing, rest assured, get in the car."
After hearing from Cheng En, Jing Yu slightly widened the dim sum. After getting in the car, she removed Yu Zeyao's hand from the lower abdomen, and the blood from her body was flowing outward. She took a deep breath, grabbed the scissors and cut his sweatshirt away. A hole in the lower abdomen was startling.
After Jing Yu sprinkled the anti-inflammatory powder neatly, he stuffed the gauze into the hole and gave him emergency treatment with skillful movements.
Cars speeding down the street.
Yu Zeyao was sitting there because he had just lost too much blood and was now dizzy. He squinted and looked at her tightly sideways face, his thoughts were a little sloppy, and he seemed to see her five years ago.
20 years old.
"You are very skilled in dealing with these injuries now." He said with a weak voice. She is indeed more proficient than five years ago.
"I have dealt with gunshot wounds before," Jing Yu said. Did not raise his head.
"Well, I know." Yu Zeyao should.
Jing Yu then looked up, "You know?"
Yu Zeyao didn't reply, but just twitched his lips meaningfully. Jing Yu increasingly felt that this man was mysterious and powerful. He seemed to know everything about her.
She managed the wound and grabbed his palm again, and the coolness made her frown, urging the driver in front of her, "Go faster!"
The driver immediately stepped on the accelerator.
"Is it cold?" Jing Yu asked.
"A little."
Jing Yu wanted to pull his hand out of his palm. However, he tightened with five fingers and wrapped her hand in his palm. She froze and was just saving her heart. She didn't notice the two holding hands. At this moment I realized that my hand was a little bit stronger.
Seeing that he didn't let go easily, she said slightly embarrassingly: "Release me first, I'll find something for you to cover."
Yu Zeyao didn't let go immediately, but instead asked: "Today's matter, don't I save your life?"
"It's fair. But ..."
"But what?"
"I can be in this danger, and I haven't been implicated by you. Today is really an eye-opener. If I lose my life here, most of the responsibility lies with you." She looked at him with clear eyes.
Yu Zeyao laughed and let go of her hand. "I'm half-dead like this. You push the responsibility on me. It doesn't seem to be grateful."