Twenty-Seven The Love Buried by Time (Twenty-Seven)

The next moment, Jing Yu was pulled over by him, and her soft body hit the man's shoulder heavily.

His bones were hard and his muscles were strong. Jing Yu felt as if her whole body was about to fall apart. Her thin eyebrows were twisted in pain. Before she could figure out what was going on, he turned around to protect her, and a "bang" sounded in her ears.

"Sir!" Zhuang Yan shouted sternly, and there was another gunshot. The man holding a gun on the opposite side was shot in the head by Zhuang Yan on the spot, his eyes bulged out and he died, his face was hideous.

Jing Yu stood there, looking at this scene, her whole body was cold and piercing.

She was a doctor, and she was used to seeing life and death, but she was still shocked to see a person being shot dead in front of her like this.

"Sir!" Zhuang Yan was still in shock, and ran over with a gun, "How is it?"

"Small problem." Yu Zeyao replied in a low voice.

Jing Yu came back to her senses when she heard this voice. It was at this time that she realized that the man had been frowning and covering his lower abdomen. The blood had already seeped through his sweatshirt and continued to flow out from his fingers, which was shocking.

Her heart was shocked again. Looking at him, there was more doubt, deep thought, emotion and shock in her eyes.

Bullets are blind and can kill him at any time.

But just now he...

"Sir, you are injured." Zhuang Yan spoke from the side, interrupting her thoughts.

"Get in the car first." Yu Zeyao spoke to Zhuang Yan. His voice was already very weak, and his eyes turned to Jing Yu. Seeing that she was stunned and motionless, he thought she was scared, and softened his tone, "Don't walk around, I'll arrange someone to take you back."

"I'm not going back now." Jing Yu came back to his senses and quickly took out his phone from his bag, "I'll go to our hospital with you. I'll call the teacher now and ask the department to prepare the operating room."

Jing Yu was already dialing the number as he spoke. But before the call was connected, Zhuang Yan stopped her, "Miss Jing, our husband was shot and it is inconvenient for him to appear in the hospital."

Jing Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, as if answering Zhuang Yan's words, but also as if talking to himself, "Yes, it is true. If you go to the hospital and find that it is a gunshot wound, the police will definitely investigate it. And you just... killed someone..."

She looked at the body lying not far away and shuddered.

Jing Yu always felt that the gunfight just now was a gang fight.

"Then we can't go to the hospital. What should we do with this injury? He must be treated quickly! There is no time to waste!" Jing Yu was really glad at this moment that the bullet did not hit the artery. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Miss Jing, get in the car first. This is not a place to stay for a long time." Zhuang Yan supported Yu Zeyao, whose eyes were getting more and more distracted.

Jing Yu saw that his face was getting more and more pale, and without a moment's delay, he walked quickly to the car. No, he trotted over. She ran all the way to Cheng En, "Do you have any hemostatic powder in the car? Are there any clean gauze? What about anti-inflammatory drugs? Do you have all of these?"

She asked several questions in succession, showing her anxiety at the moment.

"All of them." Cheng En quickly took out a complete medicine box from the trunk. Jing Yu looked at those familiar things and breathed a sigh of relief. However, he even carried these things in the car at all times. It can be imagined that, as he said, his world is full of dangers and bloody storms.

While thinking about it, Zhuang Yan had already helped Yu Zeyao, who was still conscious, into the car. Jing Yu wanted to follow in, Cheng En said: "Miss Jing, let Zhuang Yan and I take care of these things, you just sit in the front and watch."

Jing Yu said: "I'm a doctor, don't worry, these are my professional matters."

"But in the past, Zhuang Yan and I helped him with emergency treatment when he was injured."

"..."Jing Yu knew that Cheng En was very wary of her. She didn't understand how tense their lives were, so she didn't understand their caution. But he couldn't delay any longer, so he just nodded and prepared to sit in the front.

"Let her come." At this moment, Yu Zeyao's voice sounded from the car.

Jingyu lowered her head to look, and her eyes met his. He looked at her, "Get in the car, don't run around anymore."

Cheng En and Zhuang Yan looked at each other, Zhuang Yan nodded, and said to Jing Yu: "Miss Jing, then our husband will be handed over to you. Please take good care of him."

"Stop bleeding is only the first step, you must contact the hospital immediately to remove the bullet." Jing Yu reminded.

Cheng En handed her the medicine box, "Miss Jing, don't worry, get in the car."

Hearing Cheng En say this, Jing Yu felt a little relieved. After getting in the car, she moved Yu Zeyao's hand away from her lower abdomen, and blood flowed out. She took a deep breath, quickly grabbed the scissors and cut open his sweatshirt. There was a hole in his lower abdomen, which was shocking.

Jing Yu sprinkled the anti-inflammatory powder neatly, stuffed the gauze into the hole, and gave him emergency treatment with skillful movements.

The car sped down the street.

Yu Zeyao sat there, feeling a little dizzy because of the excessive blood loss just now. He half-closed his eyes, looking at her tight profile, his thoughts a little dazed, and for a moment he seemed to see her five years ago again.

She was 20 years old.

"You are very skilled in treating these injuries now." He sighed, his tone weak. Compared to five years ago, she was indeed much more skilled.

"I have treated gunshot wounds before." Jing Yu replied. Without even raising his head.

"Yeah, I know." Yu Zeyao responded.

Jing Yu then raised his head, "You know?"

Yu Zeyao did not reply, but just pulled his lips meaningfully. Jingyu felt more and more that this man was mysterious and powerful. It seemed that he knew everything about her.

She treated the wound and grabbed his palm again. The coldness made her frown and urged the driver in front, "Drive faster!"

The driver immediately stepped on the accelerator.

"Is it cold?" Jingyu asked.

"A little."

Jingyu wanted to pull her hand out of his palm. However, his five fingers suddenly tightened and wrapped her hand in his palm. She was stunned. She was so eager to save people just now that she didn't notice that the two were holding hands. Now she realized it and put more force on her hand.

Seeing that he would not let go easily, she said with a little embarrassment: "Let me go first, I'll find something to cover you up."

Yu Zeyao did not let go immediately, but asked: "Does today's incident count as I saved your life?"

"It counts. But..."

"But what?"

"I was in this dangerous situation because of you. Today really opened my eyes. If I lose my life here, most of the responsibility will be yours." She looked at him with clear eyes.

Yu Zeyao smiled and let go of her hand, "I'm half dead like this, and you're still pushing the responsibility on me. It doesn't seem like you're grateful."