The suitability of the fishing system and the uncle attack

Shen Qingchi supported the man who was about to fall, and felt the warm moisture in his hands.

Blood, all blood.

He couldn't help gasping, hurriedly took out his mobile phone, turned off the airplane mode, and called the help number on the ship.

As soon as the call was dialed, a voice shouted from a distance: "I am a doctor, who is injured, where is he?"

Shen Qingchi tried his best to wave at him: "This way!"

The doctor rushed towards him with a first-aid kit, passed by Shen Jing on the way, glanced at his hand nailed to the ground with a knife, ignored it, and walked straight to Shen Fang's side.

The security guard had already controlled Shen Jing, but one of his hands was pinned, and he screamed heart-piercingly when he moved a little, and no one dared to pull out the knife for a while.

The doctor checked Shen Fang's injury, and his face immediately became solemn: "It should be that the lung lobe was injured, and an operation must be performed immediately."

Shen Qingchi's heart sank.

The doctor then said even more cruel words: "Surgeries cannot be performed on the ship, there is no such condition!"

Shen Qingchi seemed to be splashed from head to toe by a basin of cold water, he heard his own voice trembling: "Then... what should I do?"

At this moment, the call he dialed was connected. The doctor saw the display on the phone screen, snatched the phone away, and shouted over there: "Hello? Is the helicopter on board now? There is a The wounded have to be sent back to the land immediately to find a hospital for surgery, please make arrangements as soon as possible!"

There was a lot of noise around, and Shen Qingchi's mind also became chaotic-sent him back to land by helicopter?How long does that take?

With Shen Fang's current situation, can he persist until then?

Shen Fang lost more and more blood. He tried to press the wound, but it didn't work at all. The warm blood flowed out continuously like opening the gate to release water. The blood-soaked clothes could no longer absorb the blood, and the blood began to flow Dripping along the edge of the hem to the ground.

The strong smell of blood irritated his nerves, and he only felt that his body temperature was also losing with the loss of blood. He almost stared straight at the doctor, hoping to hear even a little bit from his mouth. good news.

After the doctor finished making the phone call, he asked the people around him to carry Shen Fang away on a stretcher. He returned the phone to Shen Qingchi and said to him, "Come with me."

Shen Qingchi followed them to the medical room - the medical room on the cruise ship is like a simplified version of a hospital, it can perform various examinations and treat common diseases, but it cannot perform surgery.

He felt his heart beating so fast, as if it could jump out of his throat at any time, so that when he spoke, his voice didn't sound like his own: "Is there a way?"

"I can only give him emergency treatment," the doctor began to give first aid, "what's his blood type?"

"..." Shen Qingchi choked, "I don't know."

It is impossible to explain such an overly detailed setting in the novel, and he never asked about it.

The doctor immediately tested Shen Fang's blood type, and then called the nurse: "Go to the radio, and find people with type A blood on the ship to donate blood. Passengers and crew members can do anything, as many as you can, hurry up!"

The nurse nodded and ran away quickly.

Type A blood?

Shen Qingchi recalled the original owner's medical records that he had read, and suddenly became energetic: "I have blood type A!"

"Are you?" The doctor looked at him, "Aren't you immediate family members?"

Shen Qingchi shook his head again and again: "No."

"Is there any history of infectious diseases?"

Shen Qingchi thought for a while: "Does allergies count?"

"As long as you don't have allergies right now."

Shen Qingchi stretched out his arm at him: "Then hit me."

The doctor asked another nurse to draw blood for him, Shen Qingchi begged: "Draw more."

The nurse looked at him, a little hesitant, but the hesitation only lasted for two seconds, she still agreed: "Okay."

According to Shen Qingchi's age and weight, he barely reached the standard for blood donation. If it was a normal blood donation, the nurse would only draw 200cc for him. But now the situation is urgent, this amount of blood is a drop in the bucket, and no one knows how many people are willing to donate blood. To donate blood, the blood is not enough.

Shen Qingchi was extremely nervous. He never thought that this kind of plot that only appeared in TV dramas would happen to him. A cruise ship is not a hospital, so it is impossible to keep a blood bank ready at any time, so he can only do the most basic things by finding someone to donate blood temporarily. The risk of blood transfusion can be imagined.

But at a time like this, how can you care so much?

When the last bag of blood was collected, the nurse who had left before hurried back and said out of breath, "Dr. Lu! The helicopter is ready and said it can leave at any time!"

"Got it," Dr. Lu took off his blood-stained gloves, "Let's go!"

Shen Qingchi sat beside him to rest after the blood was drawn. Hearing this, he quickly stood up, probably because the blood was a little too much, he was dizzy for a while, and he swayed a bit before he stood still.

He supported the wall and took a breath, followed the doctors and nurses out, thanked the passengers who came to donate blood, and heard a worried voice from one of the women: "It should be possible to save it? How could such a thing happen?" ..."

He followed the doctor to the top floor and walked towards the apron, feeling top-heavy, as if he was floating.

The stretcher was carried onto the helicopter, and Shen Qingchi followed, but found that the plane didn't take off immediately. Looking back, he saw a security guard pushing a person up, it was none other than Shen Jing.

...Why should he take this plane!

Shen Jing's hands were handcuffed behind his back, the injured hand was wrapped with a bandage, the blood had already stained the bandage red, his face was gray and bloody, and he looked like he was about to faint.

Shen Qingchi didn't care what state he was in, he stared fiercely at the other party, his eyes were burning red, wishing he could kick him down and let him die outside.

The security guard noticed his expression, pressed Shen Jing's shoulder hard, forced him to kneel down, turned around and closed the cabin door, and said to Shen Qingchi: "I will watch him."

Shen Jing didn't struggle after being treated like this, he knelt in the corner of the cabin motionless, as if he was dead.

Shen Qingchi took a deep breath.

calm.

Now is not the time to care about these things, Shen Jing was also injured, even a suspect is eligible for medical treatment, there is only one helicopter, there is nothing wrong with the cruise ship doing this, he has no reason to make trouble here.

Time is extremely precious, and if one more minute is wasted, Shen Fang will be more dangerous.

Shen Qingchi turned his head away, he clenched his teeth hard to prevent himself from uttering a word.

The helicopter took off in this weird atmosphere, and the doctor was transfusing Shen Fang's blood, but he didn't know which was faster, the speed of blood infusion or the speed of blood outflow.

The nurses tried their best to help press the wound, the bandages turned red one after another, and the smell of blood in the cabin became heavier and heavier.

The helicopter could not carry a few people, but now the cabin was crowded by them, Shen Qingchi felt difficult to breathe, dizzy and a little nauseous.

He forced himself not to look at Shen Fang, as if Shen Fang would become Schrödinger's Shen Fang as long as he did this, and he would not die if he didn't watch it, so the only thing left in the cabin that could be used to distract attention was Shen Fang. Thank you.

He slowly clenched his fists, almost exerting all his strength to restrain the surging hatred in his heart.

why?

Obviously, Zhou Wangyan has been successfully sent to the detention center. The plot of Shen Fang being stabbed to death in the original book should have been changed. Why did it become what it is today?

Why did the person who wanted to stab Shen Fang and implement the plan change from Zhou Wangyan to Shen Jing?

He only felt that he had a cavity of anger that he couldn't vent. This was the first time he had such a strong hatred for a person since he grew up. His burning reason was crackling, and he looked at the closed cabin door.

If we open the hatch now and push Shen Jing down, he will surely die completely.

……Do not.

Maybe Shen Fang thought so when he almost stabbed the knife into Shen Jing's neck.

Can't do this kind of thing.

There's no need to sacrifice the rest of your life for a trash scumbag.

Shen Qingchi forced himself to look away and closed his eyes.

The helicopter crossed the sea and flew to the land. The cruise ship had already contacted the hospital. The helicopter landed directly on the apron of the hospital and transferred the patients immediately.

Shen Qingchi was in a daze, he didn't know how he got off the plane and how he entered the hospital building, he stood at the door of the operating room, stared at the lit "in operation" for 5 minutes, and finally Waking up like a dream.

His temples were throbbing, his head was dizzy, he couldn't stand still, and sat down on the nearest seat in the corridor.

"Are you okay?" The nurse who came with them hadn't left yet, she handed Shen Qingchi a bottle of mineral water, "Did you draw too much blood? Do you want to infuse some fluid?"

"...I'm fine." Shen Qingchi lowered his eyes, took the mineral water, opened it and took two sips, moistening his dry lips.

His face was as pale as paper, with no blood at all. The nurse was worried about him and decided to stay with him for a while: "Where are your family members? Give them a call and let them come over."

"I have no family." Shen Qingchi lowered his head, hiding all expressions in the shadows, "Uncle is my family, although we are not related by blood."

The nurse looked at him with some pity, and it was not good to continue asking. She left for a while, and when she came back, she handed Shen Qingchi a pack of wet wipes: "Wipe it off."

It was only then that Shen Qingchi realized that he was also covered in blood, Shen Fang's blood, and the clothes that Shen Fang gave him and only worn once on his body were already smudged with blood, especially on his chest, which was all covered by Shen Fang's skin. Made it on him.

Even his clothes were dyed like this...

Shen Qingchi didn't dare to think about it any further, opened the pack of wet wipes, and wiped the dried blood on his hands.

One tissue after another was wiped red. He didn't know what he looked like now. He probably just came out of a murder scene. No wonder those who passed by looked at him strangely and avoided him.

Clutching the last wipe in his hand, he asked the nurse, "Is he going to be all right?"

The nurse wanted to comfort him, "It will be fine", but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything, so he could only purse his lips in the end: "Sorry, I'm just a nurse, I don't know."

Shen Qingchi didn't speak any more.

He lowered his head and took out his phone, wiped the blood-stained screen with a wet wipe, and glanced at the time.

It has been an hour and 10 minutes since Shen Fang was injured.

uncle……

Shen Qingchi sat on the seat with his eyes closed, time passed by every minute, and another hour passed, and Shen Fang hadn't come out yet.

Suddenly he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes, and saw two policemen escorting Shen Jing past, walking towards the elevator.

Shen Jing's injuries have been treated, his forehead is swollen high and covered with bandages, his appearance is a little funny, the injured hand is tightly bandaged, and handcuffs are on his wrists.

Shen Qingchi looked at his back, couldn't hold back and said, "You will definitely pay the price."

Shen Jing stopped.

He turned his head and looked at the blood-covered young man. His face was pale, but his eyes were sharp and almost ice-cold.

Such an expression couldn't possibly appear on his weak son.

Rather, it reminded him of his younger brother who was still being rescued in the operating room.

"You're not Shen Qingchi," he also looked at the other person, "Who the hell are you?"