Chapter 253 One shot, ten thousand! Until this time, He Yaodong was still thinking about saving money wherever possible. As for the so-called brothers' lives, in his heart, they were only worth this price. Shengji didn't hesitate at all and nodded quickly, "No problem, I'll do whatever Dadong says." For him, staying alive is the most important thing. Silver paper now ranks second. After reaching an agreement, Fei Gu successfully found Liu's Clinic according to the address given by the agent. After parking the car on the side of the road, Fei Gu carried the raw chicken on her back, while He Yaodong carried a suitcase full of banknotes, and they headed towards the Liu Clinic on the fourth floor. When I arrived at the room at the end of the corridor, I saw a sign of Liu’s Clinic hanging on the door. I don’t know if it’s because of years of disrepair, but the red font on the sign has faded a bit. He Yaodong knocked on the iron gate, and soon a small window opened, revealing a rather old face wearing glasses. The old man looked at the others through the window, and finally fixed his eyes on He Yaodong and asked, "What's the matter?"
He Yaodong mentioned the name of the agent, and the old man nodded and opened the big iron gate. "come in." Several people entered the house and the old man locked the iron door again. He Yaodong looked around and saw strips of white cloth hanging in the room, suspended from the beams in the air, dividing the room, which was not very big to begin with, into compartments. Occasionally, a breeze blows, and these white curtains all flutter uncontrollably, as if they are dancing. There were camp beds forming the beds, and most of the sheets had changed color. He Yaodong understood that those were the traces left by long-term stains of blood. Perhaps seeing He Yaodong's eyes full of curiosity, the old man said: "This is the most economical way to do it. If you make a house partition, the investment will be too large." After a pause, the old man said meaningfully: "Besides, it is easier to clean up this way. If it gets dirty, just change the cloth..." He Yaodong did not understand the second half of the sentence, but that did not stop the old man from treating the raw chicken. He put on a pair of plastic gloves that he had used countless times, and under the desk lamp, he stretched out his fingers to pick at the wound on the raw chicken's thigh, not caring at all that the raw chicken was about to faint. After a while, the old man retracted his gaze and said, "The bullet pressed on the artery, but luckily you met me. Give me 100,000 Hong Kong dollars and perform surgery immediately. His leg can be saved." Upon hearing this number, He Yaodong's face immediately turned dark. They worked so hard and risked their lives, and three people died, but they only earned million Hong Kong dollars. This old man dares to charge one hundred thousand just for taking a quick look and treating a gunshot wound? If he had known that running a clinic could make so much money, He Yaodong would have simply changed careers. "It's too expensive, can it be cheaper?" He Yaodong tried to bargain. The old man glanced at him and said, "Do you understand the rules of the underworld? How dare you bargain with the doctor at this time?" "If you dare to give me less money, believe it or not, I will sew the scalpel into his wound during the operation." "Besides, I've already given you HK$100,000 out of respect for A-Fang. Otherwise, if someone else came here, the price for this level of injury would be at least HK$200,000." He Yaodong wanted to say something, but Shengji couldn't stand it anymore and said immediately: "Doctor, I agree, let's do the surgery quickly." Then, he said to He Yaodong: "Brother Dadong, let me pay for all the surgery..."
Seeing that his body was getting weaker and weaker, Shengji didn't want to drag it on any longer. No matter how much money he earned, he had to live to spend it. Hearing that he didn't have to pay for it, He Yaodong's expression became much better. He didn't know what to say anymore, so he could only nod, lie down on the bed at the side, put the suitcase in a corner, and began to take a nap with his eyes closed. After going through so much today, adrenaline has been secreted like crazy. Now that he has suddenly moved to a relatively safe environment, fatigue immediately flooded like a surging tide, engulfing and devouring He Yaodong. Feeling the sleepiness coming over him, He Yaodong gave Fei Gu a look, and after receiving a response, he fell into a deep sleep. The old man just glanced at He Yaodong, then retracted his gaze and turned to walk towards another room. After a moment, he pushed over a cart filled with all kinds of tools, which was dazzling. Especially after seeing the saw stained with blood and minced meat, Shengji was immediately frightened and asked in a trembling voice: "Doctor, what's wrong with this saw?" "The treatment you mentioned doesn't mean amputating my thigh, does it?" After thinking of that scene, Shengji's face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and there was no blood at all. He couldn't imagine what his life would be like without his thigh. The old man didn't even raise his head, he just picked up a bottle of white wine on the cart and said, "You don't look that good, but you think beautifully." "Amputation is a physically demanding job. I won't do it without 500,000 Hong Kong dollars." After saying that, the old man took a sip of the white wine, then sprayed it evenly on the wound of the raw chicken. Then he put on a mask, took a scalpel, and prepared to start. Seeing this, Fei Gu asked in surprise, "Are you going to do the surgery right away? Without an anesthetic injection?" Although he was a military doctor, his wild and rough surgical style was extremely rare on the battlefield. "You want anesthetic?" "No problem. Ten thousand Hong Kong dollars per needle. Who will pay?" the old man stopped what he was doing and asked. The chicken quickly said, "I'll pay, I'll pay." Although he admired the story of Guan Erye who did not use anesthesia, read the Spring and Autumn Annals, played Go, and scraped his bones to treat poison. But, Shengji is just a mortal, not a tough guy. He couldn't bear this experience that was worse than death. "Pay first, then do the surgery." "We've agreed in advance that if there are any accidents during the operation, I will not be responsible, let alone refund the money." The old man was not in a hurry this time. After saying a few words, he reached out his hand directly to the raw chicken lying on the bed. Shengji dared not talk nonsense, and immediately opened his jacket pocket, took out a few bundles of silver paper, and handed them to the old man. After the old man checked the silver paper, he nodded and said, "Start working." Soon, with the effect of the anesthetic, the raw chicken closed his eyes, fell asleep, and even began to snore. The old man had a serious expression on his face, waving a scalpel, preparing to remove the bullet from the raw chicken thigh.
After a while, a bloody bullet was taken out and placed on a plate with a crisp sound. The old man quickly sutured the wound and simply bandaged it, and the job was done. The desk lamp, the only source of light in the room, had gone out, and the entire room was plunged into a hazy state. Seeing that the operation was completed, Feigu subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Shengji who was snoring, and He Yaodong who was already dreaming, Fei Gu felt a fierce sleepiness coming over her in the extremely quiet night, which she could not resist at all. He yawned, and with his last bit of willpower, he walked to the suitcase containing the silver paper, leaned against the suitcase, and fell into a deep sleep. About ten minutes later, there was another knock on the door. The old man was still dressed the same way. He opened the small window of the iron gate and looked outside carefully, holding an old double-barreled shotgun in his hand. "Doctor, my brother was shot and is unconscious. Please open the door." Ruan Wen said anxiously while carrying the unconscious Ruan Sheng on his back and holding a briefcase in his hand. Seeing someone open the door, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. As far as they could remember, this black clinic was the only one closest to them at the moment. If this place is closed, Ruan Wen really doesn’t know what to do. "come in." The old man was not surprised and didn't say anything more. After saying a word, he opened the iron gate. As soon as he entered the room, Ruan Wen was a little surprised by the dim room and the white cloth fluttering everywhere. However, his elder brother was already in a coma, and he didn't have time to worry about these details. Because of the obstructed vision, Ruan Wen could only find a bed and put Ruan Sheng on it. Then, Ruan Wen said anxiously, "Doctor, the bullet has compressed the artery in my brother's left arm. Please take the bullet out and don't leave any sequelae." The old man just nodded slightly, put on the pair of plastic gloves again, looked at the wound on Ruan Sheng's left arm for a while, and said: "Two hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars to ensure that your brother's arm will not be affected." "However, for a long time, your eldest brother's left hand couldn't do heavy work." "Otherwise, there will definitely be sequelae." Ruan Wen did not hesitate at all and nodded immediately: "Okay!" As he spoke, he took out several stacks of silver paper from his pocket and stuffed them into the doctor's hands. Over the years, the old man had no idea how many silver notes he had handled. He immediately determined that the value of these silver notes was definitely over 200,000. The old man looked up and said, "That's too much." Ruan Wen shook his head and said, "As long as my elder brother can be cured, this is not much." Ruan Duc is dead, and now he only has an older brother left. As long as he can save Ruan Sheng, he is willing to spend any amount of money! To outsiders, the three brothers were indeed ruthless and extremely cruel. But for each other, they have depended on each other since childhood and have long been the closest people in each other's lives.
The old man didn't say anything. After putting away the silver paper, he started the operation. This time, he first gave Ruan Sheng an injection of anesthetic, and then started using the scalpel. After a while, the old man used tweezers to take out the somewhat deformed bullet, picked up the needle to sew a few times, and then bandaged it neatly. After doing all this, the old man raised his wrist, glanced at his Rolex, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Not bad, exactly ten minutes, it seems that my skills have not regressed." Then, he said to Ruan Wen: "If you are tired, take a nap here too." "According to your eldest brother's condition, it will take at least two hours for him to wake up." After saying this, the old man pushed the cart and slowly walked away. He earned more than 300,000 silver coins in one night, and he was very satisfied with the income. However, after so many years of experience in the underworld, the old man understood that whenever his business was good, it meant that something big had happened in the underworld. Judging from the suitcases and bags the two groups were carrying, they must have committed something serious. However, not only did the old man not show the slightest curiosity, he even refused to say a word or even look at me. Because he has been in this business for so many years and has been able to live safely until now, just because he does not meddle in other people's business. After returning to the house, the old man locked the door, hugged the old double-barreled shotgun, and fell asleep. At this time, Ruan Wen also felt a little sleepy after going through a series of ups and downs. However, the caution in his nature made him use his willpower to hold on, and he planned to roughly check the surrounding environment before going to sleep. At this time, Huang Zhicheng also walked to the big iron gate with the sign of Liu's Clinic hanging on it. He was about to knock on the door, but the moment he stretched out his hand, he pulled it back. "The Ruan Wen brothers are both professional mercenaries, and they have rifles in their hands. Their firepower is not even on the same level as my .38 rifle. I'd better not alert them." "Otherwise, if the incident becomes a big deal and other police officers are involved, I won't be able to take all the credit." Thinking of this, Huang Zhicheng put the .38 rifle in his hand back into the holster, pondered for a while, and then carefully climbed out of the corridor window. (End of this chapter)