Chapter 8 After the Gunshots (1)

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When the murderer fired the first shot, Lu Mincheng had already reacted. He quickly leaned to the ground and tried to reduce the size of the target as much as possible. Later, it was proved that this choice was extremely correct. Just sinking into the Italian imported cowhide sofa will stop the trajectory.

The second and third shots followed closely. One shot hit the middle of the forehead, with a clear purpose to take the life of the superior who was in the corpse. The first two shots were slightly more powerful so far, so the bullet strayed from its original path and accidentally injured others.

When the fourth shot rang, the hall was in complete chaos. The two European-style carved arches became the lifeblood. The guests who were running and fleeing rushed out like crucian carp crossing the river, but were blocked by the guards who heard the sound.

The gunshots continued one after another, and the speed of the shooting interval seemed to be that all the bullets came out of one chamber. The desperate crowd had no way to escape, so they had to return to the hall under the sound of gunfire.

When the last bullet shell landed crisply, Commander Lu was still holding the gun in his right hand high, and his eyes turned from the assailant to everyone present, as if an alpha wolf stood in the wilderness and watched the ministers, saying, "Don't do it. verb: move."

Next, the guards quickly controlled the scene. When the murderer shot, Xu Zhengyuan was in the side hall and was drawing cards with people. Today, his immediate subordinates are in charge of the security of the birthday banquet. Er's knees softened and he didn't stand still, until he saw Lu Mincheng standing there still, and then he calmed down a little.

Commander Lu put away the gun and left only one sentence for the perpetrator: "I'm not dead, I'll catch it and examine it carefully."

Fu Jiusi clutched his left chest, there was a bullet embedded in it, the blood had already soaked through his clothes, and every breath and breath hurt. There was no color in his eyes, and he could only hear sounds in his ears, but it was also elusive and elusive from time to time.

He felt that his body was light and airy, like being trapped in a handful of warm clouds. The touch was really warm and reassuring, in stark contrast to the body that gradually lost its temperature. As a result, he buried his head more and more in it, as if even the pain in his chest could not help him. lighter.

"Don't sleep."

Hearing a voice like Lu Mincheng, don't know if it was just the shot or something else, the voice lost his usual smile, and suddenly lost his enthusiasm, as if to pull his life away from the iron chain of black and white impermanence. Unstoppable indifference and alienation.

The hospital closest to Yuan's house was the branch of the Red Cross, but Commander Lu was worried about the lack of staff and medical conditions in the branch, so he decided to drive the car all the way to the Sacred Heart Hospital on Heilong Road.

When Fu Junshou arrived, he had just been pushed into the operating room. Commander Lu ordered the entire hospital to be under martial law. Soldiers with guns stood in the entire corridor, not knowing which dignitary it was.

Fu Jiusi was injured in the upper left abdomen, and the wound was less than five centimeters away from his heart. If the golden birdcage he used to hang under his rib had blocked the blow, the bullet wouldn't have gotten stuck in the rib due to the deviated route and a certain amount of force. between.

After learning that although the situation was dangerous, there was no life-threatening situation for the time being, the two at the door of the operating room were relieved.

Lu Mincheng's voice was calm: "I am tired of Jiusi's injuries. Don't worry, Jun Shou, I will give you an explanation."

Fu Junshou waved his hand: "Don't be polite, how could you and I expect such a thing? It's just that the madman is really hateful, and it's not enough to vent my hatred if I don't kill him." He almost gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"To be honest, I have to take people away," Lu Mincheng paused, "An Fumin died on my territory. If there is no one behind the scenes, I am afraid no one will believe it. The murderer's life will definitely be useful, and I hope Brother Junshou will forgive me."

Just now, Fu Junshou was just speaking angrily. He took a step back and said that even if he really had the heart, he knew that the stakes were not controlled by him alone, so he sighed: "I also know your current difficulties, I was worried just now, Don't take it to heart."

Sacred Heart Hospital is a famous church hospital. The doctors in it are all foreigners, and the nurses are all nuns. Lu Mincheng had many old-fashioned hobbies, but only things like arms and medical care that saved lives on the battlefield trusted Western learning.

Fu Jiusi’s chief surgeon is the surgical director of the Sacred Heart. The surgeon, Tebai, who holds the title of Stanford doctorate, took a double degree as an undergraduate. In addition to his clinical medicine, he also has psychology, but he has never had a moment like now. I am so glad that I chose this subject——

After all, not everyone has the opportunity to make a medical statement report to a senior military general who has experienced many battles and murders in the face of dozens of rapes.

"In other words, guarantee that there is no danger to life?" Lu Mincheng frowned, and after listening for a long time, he finally grasped the key words from the long speech with a strong accent and mixed Chinese and English.

The swordsman pushed the metal-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Theoretically, this is true, but from a medical point of view..."

Lu Mincheng had already overheard the latter words, he put his heart back into his stomach - the death of one An Fumin has already set off a shocking wave. If there is another one, the public opinion will be ignored, and the people and events involved will become more complicated. Layer, this is what he doesn't want to see anyway.

Furthermore……

He unconsciously clenched his fingers, and Fu Jiusi's blood remained on it. After a period of time, the blood had dried up, but he still remembered the touch, sticky, moist, and warm.

Like a rotting flower from a heap of gold dust.

No matter what his mood was, he really didn't want to see this person die in front of him at the moment.

Fu Jiusi woke up the night after the operation. When he opened his eyes, he was with his elder brother and second sister. The person who brought him to the hospital was nowhere to be seen.

Fu Jun keeps his day and manages all the time. It is the limit to stay with him for two days and one night in the hospital. When he wakes up, he leaves.

Although Fu Wuyou stayed in the hospital to take care of him, in fact, there was nothing she needed to do by herself. She only read aloud softly with this "Selected Works of New Poems" in her hand.

"It's like a wild hyacinth flourishing on the mountains. She was injured and injured at the feet of the shepherds, until the purple flowers perished in the soil... How are you Vincent?"

Fu Jiusi moved his fingers with great effort, but after trying, he decided not to embarrass himself: "...Sister, can you call me Miss Anne?"

Fu Wuyou rang the bell to call the nurse. The other party first checked the wound for him, then at his request, he carefully placed a pillow under the back of his head to raise his head, and fed him a glass of water through a straw.

After the nurse left, Fu Wuyou continued to read the poem. She was wearing a long white Su-style dress, her long black hair was tied into a half ponytail, and her head bowed almost had a translucent texture under the light of the electric light. .

"Sister." He called her softly.

Fu Wuyou closed the book, Fu Jiusi woke up not long ago, as if the blood dream of the warm nephrite was still in his mind, and his mind was not as tight as usual, so he just said what he thought: "Do you still let it go in your heart? Can't you be the one named Lu?"

Fu Wuyou's fingertips sketched the words on the cover of the book: "No."

Fu Jiu looked at her intently before saying, "Liar."

Fu Wuyou raised his eyes and said, "...Some things, you just need to know them in your heart. If both of you are interested in feelings, it will be meaningless if only one side chooses them."

Fu Jiusi's eyes fell on the light spot on the corner of her skirt: "Sister, you are too wronged."

"That's right," Fu Wuyou lowered his head and opened the book, "So after Jiu Si, you must never fall in love with someone who doesn't care about you."

On Lu Mincheng's side, after the shooting, the murderer was brought under control immediately. The scene was chaotic, but he did not give the other party a chance to continue shooting. Instead, he recovered his senses and shot in the shoulder for the first time. The second shot to the knee immediately removed its mobility.

"This is a pocket-sized quick card made in Spain, Commander, if that person doesn't speak after being bitten to death, it's not easy to check with this gun alone."

Lu Mincheng was playing with the murder weapon in his hand: "Parallel dog brand Luzi, there are 16 yuan in the market now, it's really cheap."

Lang Sule was worried: "Just because the price is cheap, there are many channels and sources, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort."

"Why don't you say that the people behind this are smart," Lu Mincheng threw his gun on the table, "but a mere 16 yuan is enough to buy his life in peace and prosperity. If you want to buy mine, is it worthy?"

Before leaving, he instructed to take good care of people and not give them the opportunity to commit suicide, and then hung up the phone with Nanjing, expressing his gratitude for the first call after the incident.

After coming out of Lu Yu, he first went to Kessing to buy a sweet chestnut cake, and then drove straight to Sacred Heart Hospital.

When he opened the door of the ward, he happened to catch up with Fu Jiusi to change his dressing. He saw that the man's eyes were tightly closed, a layer of sweat was floating on his pale face, and his long eyelashes were closed aggrievedly, like a butterfly in the mud.

With a stab in his heart, he stretched out a finger to stop Fu Wuyou, who was beside him, and waited until the dressing change was over before approaching and placing the cake on the bedside table.

"Ninth brother?" he called softly.

Fu Jiusi lifted his eyelids, the rabbit-like red eyes were covered with a film of water, and he didn't regain his senses.

The tingling pain in Lu Mincheng's heart disappeared in an instant, and he almost laughed out loud, so he had to cover it up with a cough.

He dragged a chair and sat down beside the bed: "Fuck his grandma or his grandfather, you have to take care of your body first, right? Well, it's good to change the medicine today, no fuss. Doctor Bai said that starting from tomorrow, only the The nurse is here, there is no need for him to follow."

Fu Jiusi frowned slightly: "...Why is this foreign devil still suing you?"

Lu Mincheng rushed to Fu Wuyou and smiled: "Isn't it all because your brother and sister can't control you? If you are obedient and obedient, I will tell you a story."

Fu Jiusi looked at him: "...what story?"

Lu Mincheng leaned back in his chair with a relaxed attitude: "A story about a national defender who represents justice defeating corrupt bureaucrats and evil capitalists."