Ji Yijun stood on the elevator platform at the school gate, holding the flatbed car. Enrique lay on the flatbed, half-closing his eyes, and moaning intermittently from his mouth. The platform swayed left and right and slowly rose, and the squeaking sound of ropes and pulleys rubbing, sometimes mixed with the sound of whips and the old cow’s cry. Because there is no electricity, this platform is completely powered by animal power. Although it is slower, it is still stable.
“This thing is too slow. Enrique can’t hold on anymore, he’s still getting a fever.” Garcia touched Enrique’s forehead and looked at Ji Yijun with some concern, “Master, the priests should be able to save him, right? The old people in the town say that as long as there is a priest who is willing to bless him, people will not die.”
Ji Yijun didn’t even look at him, and replied absent-mindedly, “They are not priests, but doctors.”
“Doctor? Doctor…” Garcia repeatedly muttered several times, not seeming to understand the meaning of this word very much.
“Oh, anyway, doctor, there is a way….Of course, there is a way?”
Garcia looked at Enrique’s wound again, which was wrapped in white gauze, but blood had been seeping out along the way, and now it was dyed red. “A lot of blood has shed, Grandpa Bourne said that blood is life. He has lost so much life this time, Enrique doesn’t know how long he will live less.”
“But this is what the old people said. They usually say that wolves always die faster than dogs, so that we can cause less trouble. This time they are right.”
“Shut up and talk less.” Ji Yijun said angrily, “No one thinks you are a mute if you don’t speak.” He yelled in Chinese in Chinese, as if his poor Spanish words could not express his resentful attitude.
“Yes, yes, master.” Garcia was obviously scared. He didn’t dare to say anything else. He walked to the other side of the car and sat on the side of the wheel.
Ji Yi was restlessly circling on the narrow platform for a while, observing Enrique’s wound from time to time. Finally, he walked to Garcia, sighed in a low voice, and sat on the ground.
It seemed like after a long time, Ji Yijun felt that his patience was about to run out, and the swaying platform finally arrived. The two guards tied the platform with hooks and placed a wooden board between the platform and the ground.
Ji Yijun and Garcia were about to work together to push the car out of the lift when a man in a white coat rushed up, put one hand on the shaft of the flatbed car, and pulled the car out effortlessly.
Ji Yijun looked closely and found that the strongman turned out to be Liu Yisheng who had lost his memory. Liu Yisheng was wearing a white coat and looked like a silly person. He always felt a sense of stupidity on his handsome face.
Luo Ling asked Feng Yao to take care of him, but Feng Yao had no good idea about amnesia. Seeing that Liu Yisheng was strong and healthy, he asked him to help in the hospital. Over time, heHe really became a male nurse in the hospital. Although his amnesia caused his brain to be ineffective, he was extremely capable and was a good move for transporting patients.
Feng Yao was here as expected. She had no time to greet Ji Yijun and went straight to check Enrique’s wounds and signs. She quickly concluded: “The situation is very dangerous. I can go to the hospital as quickly as possible, but it must be stable.”
After saying this, Feng Yao carefully got on the flatbed car.
Liu Yisheng grinned and ran without saying a word. His speed was no less than that of a galloping horse.
Ji Yijun and Garcia looked at each other in shock and quickly chased Liu Yisheng and ran to the hospital.
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Li Jia looked at the black crowd in front of her, held the shell necklace tightly on her chest with her hands, tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart, and walked out of the store. His eyes swept across the faces of the people around him, and he could clearly see anger and tension from their frown brows, their wide eyes and their pursed mouths.
I was not afraid of them, so Hong Lifeng stood behind me with a gun. I’m not afraid of them, Ji Yijun has already sent someone to the hospital. I am not afraid of them. In fact, until an hour ago, they were still the townspeople who got along well with me. Li Jia has been comforting herself and looking for the courage to face all this in her heart.
When Li Jia walked on the street, the people surrounding the shop slowly separated a path, allowing him to see Zhang Hong, who was originally blocked by others.
Li Jia can no longer recognize him. If Zhang Hong had not had eye-catching black hair and his clothes torn into rags, he could still see some of the original colors, Li Jiazhen didn’t know what similarities were between the person kneeling in front of him and Zhang Hong.
My face was swollen like a watermelon that had broken out of flesh, with blood flowing in my nose, saliva dragging on my mouth, and my arms were cut behind me by two strong men, and one leg seemed to be broken, and it was very swollen. This guy who was beaten so hard that he was invisible that he was almost gone, and then suddenly started to cry heart-wrenchingly.
“You can’t treat my colleagues like this. Please give him to me.” Li Jia said in a deep voice. He knew that no one could change the anger and scolding at this time. Only by being calm can conflicts be avoided.
“This is impossible. This guy killed Enrique with evil magic.” A middle-aged man standing next to Zhang Hong said, “When we were going to catch him, he still hit us with that magic. If I hadn’t been avoiding quickly, I would have fallen like Enrique.”
He took out Zhang Hong’s pistol, which was a somewhat old Type 54 pistol. He pinched the spear head with his hands and shook it hard: “It’s this thing, an evil thing, kill
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