Chapter 419
Zhao Shuli received a piece of unexpected joy and happily showed it to Su Chunjun and Zhu Yuyan.
Zhao Shuli: “Look! Look!” He heavily placed the old fountain pen he had just received on the table, collapsed on the sofa, and let out a long breath.
It was so scary. He’d been totally carrying his head this whole time.
“That means I’ve saved my head for now.” He said covering his heart.
Accompanying the pen was a hand-signed note,but it wasn’t in Jiang**’s own handwriting, but in the handwriting of a Jiang dignitary.
But that meant he got through!
The false intelligence was not discovered!
Zhao Shuli looked at the ceiling, “I feel like I’m losing my mind these days. What are you making up.”
Su Chunjun and Zhu Yuyan passed around the fountain pen, which represented a celebrity.
Su Chunjun smiled and said, “Why? You don’t understand? This is all the backbone of your future promotion and wealth!”
Zhu Yuyan: “Right, you can’t forget our friendship in the same trench when you get promoted.”
Zhao Shuli inclined his head to look at this pair of wolves: “I’m considered to be on the thief ship of your couple.”
Su Chunjun smiled, “It’s not easy to get on a ship of thieves.”
Zhao Shuli flew a blank stare over.
Next, everything seemed to calm down.
Zhao Shuli received an order for him to continue to investigate this person, Suzuki Saburo, in depth.
Suzuki Saburo was rumored to be dead, and with a dead man’s debt gone, it was still relatively easy to investigate a dead man.
Zhao Shuli day by day to investigate which Japanese people and Suzuki Saburo interaction, Zhu Yuyan provided a large amount of information, Zhao Shuli do not know whether it is in order to make up the number of people will be a lot of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce are written up to deliver.
He took the opportunity to take advantage of this mission to eat a lot of high-class restaurants.
As a result, he was ambushed and assassinated outside a high-class restaurant in Japan, and almost lost his life.
Luckily, Zhao Shuli had joined the army and was a tough fighter. His entourage were all killed in the street, the bodyguards and military police were all shot dead, and he drove the car back with a corpse and four holes in his body.
Su Chunjun listened to the report that a broken car, suspected of being Zhao Shuli’s car, came back alone, and the escort car was nowhere to be seen, so he knew it was not good, and hurriedly asked people to quiet down the street, and the whole city pulled the alarm, and the police went out to the street to search for the suspicious people.
This side of the car, a group of loaded * gendarmes surrounded up, the driver’s seat on the body pulled down to see the following Zhao Shuli, hurriedly lifted down, at this time people have been unconscious.
Zhu Yuyan hurriedly washed his hands and changed his surgical clothes into the temporary and out of the operating room, all means are very simple apart, so nothing.
Two in Su Di’s military doctor came to Zhao Shuli dig son *, because not through the wound, son * certainly still in the body.
There was no anesthetic, but it didn’t matter if the person passed out.
Of course there is no such thing as a cardiac monitor.
Zhu Yuyan sat next to her, wearing a stethoscope and placing it on Zhao Shuli’s heart, listening to the heartbeat on the spot to give the military doctor a report.
She looked at her watch while listening to Zhao Shuli’s heartbeat coming back from the stethoscope, rapid, and disorganized.
Zhao Shuli’s face was white, never so white.
His lips were dry and slightly peeled, and his tongue was white in his open mouth.
His eyes were open in a thin slit, and his eyeballs fluttered under his eyelids.
What does this mean?
Zhu Yuyan’s head was a mess, her shallow to the extreme medical knowledge was all learned in health classes at the university after she arrived here, but the most she learned was to tie tourniquets, bandage wounds, and tie up patients to make it easier for doctors to do it.
Zhao Shuli didn’t need to be tied up; he was motionless, his whole body limp.
The oxygen tank worked, but it was impossible to tell if Zhao Shuli was breathing; the rubber on the mouth breathing mask was now yellow, not transparent, and it was impossible to see the patient’s reaction.
But the heart was still beating under the palm of her hand.
The two army doctors didn’t look like doctors, but like butchers, they were covered in blood, and their movements were fast and furious, not as meticulous and careful as she thought they would be.
The floor was full of thrown away gauze, which was soaked in blood.
Zhu Yuyan: “The heartbeat became low, one minute …… sixty times.”
The two military doctors looked at each other and stopped together, four bloody hands held up.
“Blood transfusion.” One medic said.
The other military doctor said, “There is no blood bank, can only now find someone to pump, while pumping while giving him a transfusion.”
Zhu Yuyan hurriedly said, “Is it necessary to check the blood type? I’ve learned this before.”
The military doctor said, “No, find someone with type O.”
A military doctor took off his gloves that were full of blood and walked out, and in a short while two soldiers escorted a soldier in, and the two soldiers bundled up the soldier and tied him to a chair.
Zhu Yuyan didn’t expect blood transfusion to be like this now!
Her head popped up a sentence – yes, this is not a modern society, and usually there will be people willing to donate blood, now the future is not in danger, life is one’s own, where to find so many people willing to donate blood willingly.
The soldier who was tied up with a gun to his head, shivering, begged for mercy. He begged for mercy to the two military doctors, and he also begged for mercy to Zhu Yuyan.
“Mistress! Mistress! Don’t harm me! I won’t do it! Let me go! Let me go!”
The rubber hose was already tied, the blood bag was hanging high, and on one side was this wailing soldier, and on the other side was Zhao Shuli whose heartbeat kept decreasing.
Zhu Yuyan was cold, except for the heartbeat between her ears, and the screams on the other side.
“Mom! I don’t want to die! You guys spare me! Let me go!”
“Is there any more shrapnel?”
“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!”
“Don’t scream so much! The more you scream the faster the blood flows!”
The soldier’s face was pale, his breathing was very fast, and his chest kept rising and falling high and low.
He was very agitated, and the needle stuck in his arm was oozing blood out non-stop.
Zhu Yuyan had the intention to calm him down a bit, wanting to tell him that pumping 200 milliliters wouldn’t kill him. But at the same time, she is aware of the fact that it is useless to say so, this is not the modern era, not everyone understands that drawing blood will not kill, at this time, blood is equal to life, there may be more and more subtle understandings, her comfort is not going to work.
Zhu Yuyan, in her anxiety and helplessness, blurted out, “I’ll give you money! One thousand dollars!” While saying this, she scrambled to look for it on her body, then she saw the watch Zhu Yanshu bought for her, she hesitated for a second, removed the watch and said, “This, I’ll give it to you after I save him! This is worth two thousand dollars, it’s American.”
From the soldier’s expression, she could not tell whether he was actually moved for the money or not, his expression was too complicated, she had not seen such a complicated expression, she resigned herself to poverty.
And what alarmed her even more was that the heartbeat between her ears had gotten slower and slower.
One moment it was urgent, one moment it was urgent, one moment it was heavy, one moment it was light.
The heartbeat is like a free child, he is not in control, will not listen to any axioms, and will not be moved by a thousand dollars, thousands of dollars.
Zhu Yuyan eagerly said to the military doctor, “The heartbeat is still lowering, it’s below forty beats a minute.”
The military doctors looked at each other, and from their expressions, she knew there was nothing they could do.
But they didn’t stop, not knowing if they were afraid, or if they wanted to continue saving him.
After one of the military doctors had been busy for a while longer, he took off his gloves and went out, then in walked Su Chunjun.
Seeing him, she understood what was going on, but preferred not to understand herself.
The room was full of blood, and the floor was covered in slippery gibberish.
Acting as a hospital bed was a long table, a chair not far from the table was tied to a dazed soldier, and two soldiers with guns were holding them against him.
He was giving Zhao Shuli a blood transfusion.
Yan Yan was standing in front of the table, she was leaning forward, one hand pressed on the side of Zhao Shuli’s neck, one hand holding a stethoscope on her chest, her chest and face were also stained with blood.
He walked over and helped Zhu Yuyan up first, carried her to the doorway, hugged her hard in the doorway and whispered in her ear, “I’ll have a word with Shuli.”
Zhu Yu Yan stood there with her whole body stiff, not long after, the two military doctors also came out, and then the soldier who was dragged out by the rack.
Zhu Yuyan got out of the way, froze for a second or two, hurriedly took off her watch and chased after her, stuffing the watch into the soldier’s chest pocket.
Zhu Yuyan: “Here, this is for you, thank you for saving him!”
She glanced at the two soldiers escorting him and said, “Don’t grab it, you’re not allowed to grab it! This is his payment for saving him, no one is allowed to grab it!”
The soldier’s eyes were dull, his arm was still bleeding, and the needle must have been pulled out very roughly.
She told herself to remember to go bandage this soldier in a while, and said to the soldier, “I’ll have the kitchen make you something to eat, so you can replenish your nutrition. Don’t worry, a blood transfusion won’t kill you, foreign emperors will even bleed to cure diseases, bleeding a little bit won’t be a hindrance to your body.”
The two soldiers racked this soldier away.
She continued to stand at the door and wait.
Holding on to a little fantasy.
Perhaps, Zhao Shuli would slow down.
Life is strong, maybe, he’ll be fine.
He would be fine!
Maybe after a few minutes, maybe a few hours.
The door opened, Su Chunjun walked out, he …… she had no way to distinguish, crossed him, she looked behind him.
Zhao Shuli on the dining table was still lying there.
Zhu Yuyan: “I will call the doctor …….”
She didn’t have time to go.
Su Chunjun hugged her.
Tightly.
She understood.
She hugged him too.
So fast.
Too fast.
In the morning, Zhao Shuli said at the breakfast table that he was eating out today.
He laughed and said, “Public money.”
He also describes how fresh the fish was at the Japanese kotatsu, how good the sake was, and that the people who played and sang were authentic Japanese Geisha.
Zhao Shuli: “The singing is hard to hear and the dancing is not pretty, but the Japanese love it.”
He says he’ll be back in the evening.
Zhu Yuyan leaned on Su Chunjun’s shoulder.
Grief could not last long, for the living had much to do.
The two of them just hugged in front of the door for less than a minute before parting, Su Chunjun had to hurry up to report the news, had to go to the telegraph room right away, and had to start an investigation right away, and the police and the security team outside might also have caught the person who committed the murder, and perhaps there would be eyewitnesses.
And Zhu Yuyan, she has to deal with Zhao Shuli’s aftermath.
She had to, first, help him get cleaned up and dressed in good clothes, then have someone buy a coffin, write letters to his family, pack up his personal belongings, and ……
She was so busy that she didn’t think about the soldier until an hour later.
She rushed to the kitchen, personally made a bowl of thin noodles with four poached eggs, put it into a food box, and personally sent it to the barracks in the back.
The soldier had already been sent back.
She walked over and saw that the entrance to the barracks was full of people.
She stood still and motioned for someone to ask what was wrong.
“A man is dead.”
Her heart pumped and a sense of foreboding came over her!
She walked over quickly, squeezed through the crowd, and stepped into the room.
The room was dimly lit, and there were several people standing in front of a bunk; when they saw her coming, the men moved aside.
The one lying on his back still had the familiar tourniquet on his arm.
She walked over to him, knelt down, stripped the man of all his hair, and stared at the face.
She felt his pulse, touched the side of his neck, lay on his chest to listen for a heartbeat, covered his mouth and nose to feel his breath, came close enough to peel back his eyelids to see the pupil reflexes.
She even wondered if she could artificially breathe.
She rode up to his stomach and unbuckled his belt, ignoring the gasps of surprise around her as she crossed her arms and desperately tried to remember the first aid she had once learned, how many times? How many times a minute? More than sixty times right? It had to be quick.
The shrieks around her disappeared, someone left and someone else came, two men racked her away from the man.
She looked up and saw that she realized it was the medic and immediately said, “There might be help!”
She got out of the way, but instead of continuing the heart compressions, the medic listened to his heartbeat and breathing, pressed his pulse, took a look in the eyes, and said to her, “The man is dead.”
She said, “But!”
A medic said to her softly, “Ma’am, the man is hard.”
She was stunned, forgetting that she had just touched him when he was cold or hot.
The medic sighed softly, “Probably died of fright, they don’t understand, they’re just afraid to draw blood.”
“Ma’am, don’t feel bad, it’s all because this person had a bad life and was too timid.”
Another medic came over and gave her something, then the two pulled her out of here together.
It wasn’t until she was back upstairs, standing in her bedroom, that she realized the object in her hand was the watch.
The ceiling seemed to run down to her feet and the floor to her head.
She didn’t realize she had fainted.
Su Chunjun immediately rushed back to the bedroom when he heard about the soldier and found Zhu Yuyan sitting on the sofa with her head hanging down, and he was just about to go over to comfort her when he realized that she seemed to be unconscious.
He was so frightened that he hurriedly called out in a loud voice, “Someone come!”
“Don’t shout.” Zhu Yuyan in the chaos still pressed one hand on this nearest arm by her side, he was always by her side, it was this position.
“I’ll rest, I’m fine.”
There was a burst of white and black in front of her eyes, and she couldn’t see anything.
But she didn’t say anything, leaning quietly against the man beside her.
She couldn’t scare him anymore, too much had happened today already, she couldn’t fall, he wouldn’t last on his own, she had to hold on.
It would be okay in a moment.
A moment to recover.
She leaned against him, feeling her heartbeat go out of order.
It was only temporary.
Slowly, what was in front of her took shape.
Slowly she looked, slowly she thought.
This was the table, that was the cabinet, and before her eyes was the pattern on the …… carpet.
Recovered.
Underneath was his hand.
His hand was shaking.
She gripped it harder, her voice a little stronger, “I’m really fine, I just didn’t eat dinner and I got a little hypoglycemic just now. I’m done forgetting things on my end, the funeral hall is set up, tomorrow I’ll pack up Shuri’s things so I can give them to his family.”
She asked, “What did you say to Shuli …… before he left?”
Was he awake before he left.
Did he know he was going to die.
After Su Chunjun went in, the military doctor gave Zhao Shuli a shot of adrenaline, and he woke up.
Then everyone went out.
Su Chunjun lay on the side of Zhao Shuli’s head and said into his ear, “I will avenge you, no matter who it is, I will kill and send it down for you. Don’t you worry. If you have anything to say, just say it, and I’ll tell your family.”
Then he put his ear to Zhao Shuli’s mouth.
A few chi sounds blew up and blew feebly across his ears.
Oh air sounds, sharp gasps.
Then, with an effort, he calmed down.
He held his breath too, catching the words he wanted to stay.
“Protect …… the orchid ……”
Su Chunjun snapped his head up and stared into Zhao Shuli’s eyes.
Those eyes were now much more sluggish and cloudy.
They were slightly pinned, as if they were blinking at him, and as if they were curved, and finally they didn’t move.
“He said ……” Su Chunjun hugged her tightly and said softly, “He said, let us take care.”
Take care, brother.