bookrandom Chapter 123 Crisis Moment
Chapter 123 Crisis Moment
Chen Sanlang raised his left leg and fell backwards, and the blade swept past him.
While Chen Sanlang fell on his back, he raised his right leg and kicked his opponent in the waist. While the opponent was in pain, Chen Sanlang used the upper hand of the scissors to hit the opponent's chest directly. Then he supported the ground with one hand and jumped up quickly, making full use of the leg movements of free fighting, kicking sideways, and then spinning and kicking sideways.
The opponent didn't expect that a skinny boy could have so much explosive power. After a series of side kicks, his opponent fell over. Chen Sanlang raised his foot and picked up the long sword, and swung it down without looking at the part, and only a scream was heard.
In the melee, Chen Sanlang saw the Qiantang shopkeeper being pinned down by someone. Chen Sanlang swung his hand and sent his long sword flying. The Qiantang shopkeeper turned over and pinned the man down, then grabbed the black-clothed man's long sword and thrust it straight into the man's body, then glanced at Chen Sanlang.
Then, holding the knife, he shouted to Chen Sanlang:
"Rescue."
In fact, Chen Sanlang was very conflicted. It was obvious that both sides were not good people. He had just fought back desperately just to protect himself. Now he was really hesitant, but he saw the shopkeeper rescuing the people who were at a disadvantage and blocking the room one by one as he walked.
Chen Sanlang glanced at the men in black and the gambling thugs tumbling beside him, then clenched his sword and rescued them.
More and more gamblers and thugs in the gambling house rushed out from different rooms and joined the melee.
Soon our side gained the upper hand, and more and more people joined the battle from all over. Although they were all injured, their fighting spirit was getting higher and higher.
When the men in black saw that the situation was not good, they began to shout incomprehensible jargon and evacuated the gambling house in an orderly manner. The crowd did not chase them out of the gambling house, but stood where they were and watched the black people retreat in an orderly manner. They carried their injured companions on their backs, or carried the seriously injured people in pairs, and walked into the rain.
Chen Sanlang secretly counted the people in his mind and found that there were as many as 18 people. It was obvious that they were a group of real robbers.
But the city gates were closed at night, so how did these people get in?
I heard someone's body go limp and fall down, and everyone let out a sigh of relief. They all sat down and lay down to rest.
The shopkeeper in the front hall began to tell everyone to pack up, and then hurried up to the wooden attic with a few people around him. Chen Sanlang suddenly remembered that at the beginning of the melee, the shopkeeper shouted to him that the head manager was upstairs.
He quickly grabbed a long knife and ran up the stairs. Before he turned the corner, he heard a group of people shouting at the top of their lungs. It was too noisy to hear what they were shouting, but they were all shouting non-stop. There must be danger!
Chen Sanlang quickly jumped up the stairs and saw the chief in a pool of blood. One of his arms was missing and the rest of his body was also covered in blood. Two men in black were lying beside him, both of them dead.
The room of the chief steward had been turned into a mess, and it was impossible to tell what the room looked like before. A group of people stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.
Chen Sanlang squeezed in from a bunch of stupid people, squatted down in a pool of blood, put his hand on the only remaining arm of the big boss, but couldn't feel any pulse. He then put his hand on the carotid artery, but still couldn't feel any pulse. So he lifted up the big boss's eyelids with his hands, and seeing that the pupils hadn't dilated yet, he tested the carotid artery again, and this time he finally felt the pulse.
Chen Sanlang used the sleeve of his clothes to wipe the face of the chief steward. He could see his human appearance now. The hostility had faded away. It was a face with regular features. Now it looked somewhat peaceful. Chen Sanlang knew that something was wrong.
The shopkeeper watched the little student boy doing his work.
" How about it?"
"Go, get a doctor, quickly!"
"Do you have any trauma medicine here?"
The shopkeeper agreed:
"You two should go find a doctor quickly! If he doesn't work, just knock him out and carry him here."
"You two should go too, and find another doctor!"
Four people ran downstairs in a panic. Chen Sanlang looked at the left arm of the chief executive. He tore the clothes in his hands into strips, pressed the chief executive's arm on the pulse and tied it tightly to prevent the blood from flowing out. But it was probably too late!
If the bleeding cannot be stopped in time, the person may not be saved. Sighing in his heart, his men did not dare to delay at all and quickly compressed the pulse and tied it tightly.
Chen Sanlang said to the shopkeeper:
"We need to move the patient to a clean place. Even if a doctor comes here, it will be difficult to treat him."
The shopkeeper yelled downstairs, "Dazhu, Fatty Zhu, come up!"
After a while, two people covered in blood ran up.
"Let's carry the man down. The gambling table in the front hall is still okay."
Chen Sanlang recalled that when he entered the house last night, the backyard was silent, so he asked,
"Is there an empty room in the backyard over there by the side door? Can we put someone there?"
"There is a barn, a kitchen, and a woodshed."
"You'd better find some bedding. We have to carry the chief down."
"I'm injured and can't carry it!"
After hearing this, the shopkeeper rummaged through the mess and finally found something thick like a blanket.
Everyone rolled the chief in charge into a thick blanket, lifted him up together, and worked together to slowly go downstairs. There were people downstairs who were cleaning up the place and had opened all the doors, diluting the bloody smell in the house.
More people came over to help carry and move the things. Finally, they reached the door and Chen Sanlang called out to everyone:
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute, it's raining outside. We can't carry him out like this. The wound will rot if it's exposed to the rain."
"Wait." A strong man ran out of the crowd. After waiting for a while, they saw him running over with a large piece of oil paper. So someone held the oil paper and stood outside the people carrying the man, holding the oil paper high to block the raindrops.
Chen Sanlang followed a group of people carrying the chief steward and walked towards the backyard.
I entered a small room. This house had basically not been touched. Half of the room was occupied by a narrow single wooden bed with a straw mat, and the other half was occupied by neatly stacked wood.
Everyone was crowding in, and Chen Sanlang was shouting outside the door:
"Be gentle, be gentle!"
The shopkeeper shouted in the house,
"Bring him in for me."
Chen Sanlang pushed his way through the crowd and squeezed in. He then separated the people at the head of the bed, and the people standing by the bed all stood in a row in a daze.
"Everyone disperse!"
Then he used the knife on his body to cut open the clothes of the boss, checked his chest, and then gently turned him over to check his back.
After confirming the extent of the injury, it was found that the left arm was the main bleeding site. The reason for this condition was mainly due to heavy bleeding. Although the chief had many wounds on his body, they were all skin injuries, with no exposed bones or bone injuries.
Chen Sanlang shouted in his heart, blood transfusion!
Alas! He squatted down helplessly, holding his head. The shopkeeper stepped forward and kicked him.
"Hurry up and speak like a man! What are you doing being a coward?!"
Chen Sanlang suddenly realized, yes! To stop the bleeding, use hemostatic drugs first!