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Chapter 372 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [50]

Zhang Hu helped Qingtian into the house and put him on the kang in the back room.

Le Tong walked in after him, approached the kang, tore off the clothes on Qingtian's back, and found that he had been shot twice in the back.

She turned to look at Zhang Hu, and said seriously, "Is there a small blade like a dagger? He is injured and needs to be operated on immediately."

Zhang Hu looked deeply at Qingtian who was lying on the kang, thought for a while, then nodded, "I'll get it for you right away."

After finishing speaking, he turned and wanted to leave, but Le Tong called out, "Wait a minute."

Zhang Hu stood on the spot and turned to look at her, "What else is there?"

Le Tong stepped forward and took a few steps, "Is there any medicine to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation?"

Zhang Hu nodded, "I'm Orion, and there are still simple trauma medicines."

"Can you please give me some, and I'll give you money."

"You don't need to give money, just bring it to you."

"Then I promise you one thing."

"I don't need your reward." Zhang Hu's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at Le Tong and asked again, "Is there anything else?"

"I need water, needles, cotton thread, and an alcohol lamp." Suddenly remembering that Zhang Hu might not know about alcohol lamps, he added, "Alcohol lamps are fire, and I need disinfection."

Zhang Hu nodded clearly, "I'll prepare it for you."

Le Tong still wants to say something, but he has already left here, what a strange person.

When she chose to go to the village to find someone, she planned to use money to seal her mouth. In such troubled times, many people don’t have enough food and clothing. Money is very important to them, so it’s definitely feasible to use money to buy them off, but no The thought of meeting a weirdo, a weirdo who wants nothing.

But even if she knew that he had other plans, she couldn't help it. After all, the most important thing right now was to get bullets for Qingtian.

Not long after, Zhang Hu prepared and brought in what Le Tong needed.

During the operation, there should not be too many people present, Le Tong asked Zhang Hu to go out and avoid it for a while.

When she was the only one left in the house, she began to take the bullets.

Because there is no anesthetic here, everything can only be carried by his own perseverance. Qingtian woke up several times during the operation, but fortunately he survived.

Three hours later, the bullet was successfully removed.

When the stitching was finished, Le Tong let out a sigh of relief.

Next, we must observe carefully to prevent wound infection from causing high fever.

In the next few days, apart from going out to cook, Le Tong stayed by Qingtian's side all the time, never leaving her.

Fortunately, Qingtian has a good foundation, and nothing that Le Tong was worried about happened.

five days later
Qingtian slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a gray quilt, the material was very rough, and there was a smell of sweat.

unfamiliar environment.

Standing up quickly, the body subconsciously enters a state of alert, and only relaxes when seeing Le Tong who is sleeping by the bed.

As he relaxed his vigilance, the wound that he hadn't noticed before began to ache, and only then did he notice that there were traces of stitches behind him.

He didn't need to look to know that Le Tong must have taken out the bullet for him.

Qing Tian looked at Le Tong with softer eyes, and suddenly his expression turned cold, "Who!"

There are footsteps approaching.

"It's me." Zhang Hu pushed the door and entered, his expression normal, "Are you awake?"

Qingtian's sharp eagle-like eyes locked on him, "Who are you?"

"My name is Zhang Hu, the person who took you in."

"What's the purpose?"

(End of this chapter)