Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Nine p.m.

There was no one in the security room, and the phone on the table rang for a long time without answering.

Five minutes later, Lao Wei came back. He didn't pick up. Fourteen, afraid of something urgent, Lao Wei quickly called back: "What's wrong, Lao Fang?"

The old party was so anxious that he lost his temper: "What did you do? I won't answer the phone!"

Old Wei was stunned by the roar: "I went to the back and smoked a cigarette."

Lao Fang didn't have time to scold him, so he hurriedly said, "Go and see Building 17."

I don’t know what went wrong in such a rush, so Old Wei asked the situation first: "What's the matter?"

"Don't ask," the old Fang growled, grumpy, "go on!"

Old Wei quickly took the flashlight and went straight to Building 17.

Seventeen buildings are inside, far away from the street lights, looking far away, there seems to be a person lying on the ground, it is dark and it is not clear that Old Wei is just about to step forward——

"Standing."

The two words, with a suffocating look, made Old Wei stop. He turned his head and saw a vague outline. He could only hear the voice if he couldn't see the appearance.

"You stay here, no one except the medical staff is allowed to pass."

"Yes, boss."

A Wan, who had been on the'roller coaster' all the way, had an expression on his face. He stepped vainly on the ground and stopped the guard, Wei. He looked around and listened to all directions to prepare for the first level of defense.

Zhou Xufang was lying on the ground, motionless, in a pool of blood. The phone was in her hand, and the pink phone case was stained blood red.

"Xu Fang."

Jiang Zhi stumbled over and squatted down, reaching out to touch her hand first.

She was cold and cold.

He knelt down and picked her up: "Xu Fang."

His hands were shaking horribly, and he almost couldn't hold her: "Don't scare me, Zhou Xufang." He stretched his hand to her back and he felt the blood on one hand.

Half of it was cold, half of it was hot, some had clotted blood, and some had just flowed out.

He wrapped his hands around her back and pressed the wound: "Zhou Xufang," the voice was too tight and trembling, "open your eyes and look at me."

"Zhou Xufang."

He kept yelling repeatedly, yelling and choking a little. The wind was blowing, his hands were bloody, and his fingertips were frozen stiff.

"Zhou Xufang."

Finally, she moved in her arms and opened her eyes: "Jiang, Zhi."

The voice was furious.

He hugged her, pressed against the wound and did not dare to loosen it, lowered his head and said in his ear: "I am."

She murmured vaguely.

"It hurts..."

Zhou Xufang told him that her ability to heal and regenerate is more than 80 times that of an ordinary person, but if she is injured, the pain will be many times that of an ordinary person.

She never called it hurt, it must be too painful, so she told him it hurts.

Jiang Zhi's eyes are reddish: "Hold on a little longer, the doctor will come soon, and the pain will disappear soon."

"Twenty times." Her voice was almost inaudible.

Jiang Zhi put his ear close: "What twenty times?"

"The dose..." she said intermittently. "Twenty times."

Jiang Zhi rested his chin on her shoulder and smelled a heavy blood. He calmed down and suppressed all the panic and rage that was about to crush him: "Well, I see."

"Penicillin..." She had no energy to speak, and shook her head slightly.

Jiang Zhi knelt in the pool of blood she spilt. His black formal wear was stained with blood, stained with dark marks: "Can't use penicillin, right?"

"Ok……"

She closed her eyes again, and slid her hand off his arm.

"Xu Fang."

No one has agreed to him.

It was obviously cold, but it heated his eyes, and it was scorching hot.

Qiao Nanchu and a colleague from the Criminal Intelligence Division arrived at about the same time, and was stopped by Ah Wan in front of the 17th building: "My boss said, only let the medical staff pass."

In addition to Qiao Nanchu, four people came from the Criminal Intelligence Section.

Qiao Nanchu told them: "You should look for clues nearby, and you must check carefully for monitoring, entrances and exits, and passing vehicles."

"Yes, Team Joe."

After arranging everyone, Qiao Nanchu went behind the seventeenth building.

Ah Wan stopped again: "Si Ye, my boss won't let anyone go."

He said, "It doesn't matter to me."

He passed directly.

Because criminals have good noses, they smelled blood before they even approached. When they approached, they first saw Jiang Zhi's face, as if they had no soul.

"How's it going?"

He said: "Not good."

Qiao Nanchu glanced at the blood on the ground: "Who did the hospital call over?"

"Sun Qun."

Jiang Zhi's hand pressed Zhou Xufang's back, and blood leaked from his fingers. Qiao Nanchu stepped aside and called Sun Vice-Yuan.

About five minutes later, the ambulance arrived.

Two doctors in white lab coats and a nurse followed Sun Vice Hospital, who quickly stepped forward: "Shao Jiang."

There was no moonlight at night. In the dim light, Jiang Zhi's eyes were bright and hot: "She shed a lot of blood." He said, "Help me save her."

The voice was hoarse and weak, as if begging.

This grandfather and grandson vice yard have known each other for several years, and he has never seen him so depressed: "Don't worry." Sun vice yard shouted back, "Director Qi."

Director Qi is the older of the two doctors and the director of the general surgery department. He walked behind Zhou Xufang and shone with a flashlight.

Except for a pair of **** hands, nothing can be seen.

"Shao Jiang, let go of one hand first."

He moved stiffly and released a hand extremely slowly.

Director Qi stretched out his hand, and the nurse behind immediately handed over the sterilized gauze. The wound was still bleeding, and the blood flow was not large. There was a lot of blood on the ground, but there was still no sign of stopping the bleeding.

Why does the bleeding continue without hurting the artery?

"Shao Jiang, you can let go." After Jiang Zhi released both hands, Director Qi pressed the wound with gauze, "Doctor Zhang, Nurse He, help me."

They carried Zhou Xufang on a medical stretcher.

Jiang Zhi stood up from the ground, knelt for a long time, his legs were numb, he was still in despair, and followed the stretcher mechanically and dumbly.

When people walked out, Ah Wan was frightened by Jiang Zhi's blood: "Boss."

"You stay."

Jiang Zhi only left a word, and then he followed into the ambulance, which was crowded. He grabbed one of Zhou Xufang's hands and squatted beside the stretcher helplessly. He didn't know when he was stained with blood, and his face was red. The color made his face even more bloodless.

Director Qi put on his gloves and cut the clothes on Zhou Xufang's back with sterilized scissors: "What is the body temperature?"

The nurse looked at the thermometer twice: "35 degrees." After she answered, she immediately shook her head, "The temperature seems too low to measure."

The measuring range of an ordinary medical thermometer is 35 to 42 degrees.

But the patient's body temperature was significantly lower than thirty-five degrees, feeling like a block of ice.

"What about the heart rate?"

"forty five."

"The patient may have coagulopathy." Director Qi looked at the patient's back injury. It should have been injured by a sharp object such as a dagger. The position would not hurt the artery. The inability to stop the blood may be related to the coagulation function. Tell the nurse, "Let the hematology department prepare in advance."

"Okay, Director."

At this time, Jiang Zhi, who was squatting next to Zhou Xufang, whispered: "She can't use penicillin."

Director Qi nodded, thinking that the patient was allergic to penicillin, and said to Doctor He on the left: "Use thrombin first."

Dr. Ho took the medicine immediately.

Jiang Zhi tried his best to stay calm, and when he spoke, his voice still shuddered: "The amount of medicine is twenty times."