Xia Wenjie waved his hand and said weakly, "It's really not necessary..." But his blocking was useless. The young man pulled down the zipper without saying a word and took off his down jacket. Looking at Xia Wenjie now, there was nothing in front, but the clothes behind him were almost dyed red with blood.

His close autumn clothes were covered with small holes, and blood was seeping out from it. Amba and Unaji approached and looked closely. They couldn't help but suck in the air. Unexpectedly, the injuries on his body were so serious.

Anba looked carefully for a while and said to Xia Wenjie seriously: "You... the injury behind you seems to have been shot by a sand gun!"

Sand guns are in the dialect of the Northeast, usually referring to homemade hunting rifles. The bullets it shoots are small lead beans with not a long range, but the range of killing is very large. When you use a sand gun to hit the sparrow, usually with one shot, the sparrow becomes a sieve, and the body is covered with small holes made by lead particles.

Now the wound behind Xia Wenjie seemed to be shot by a sand gun. Of course, it just looked like it, but it was actually injured by shrapnel from the grenade.

Amba said seriously: "Your injury is very serious. If you don't deal with it in time, you may be in danger of your life."

Xia Wenjie no longer had the strength to stop him. He felt his eyelids getting heavier and his consciousness became blurred. He was weak and murmured intermittently: "No...cannot cause the people who chased me, otherwise, you...you will also be implicated..." Speaking of this, his eyes slowly closed, and the person was already in a semi-coma.

Seeing this, Unaji looked at Amba and asked, "Amba, what should I do now?"

Looking at the dying Xia Wenjie, Anba looked helpless and said, "What else can I do? Of course I'm saving people."

"But we don't know who he is, nor who he was hunted down..."

"I can't care so much now, saving people is important!" Amba looked at Unaji deeply and said, "We can't just watch him die and die at our house, right?"

When Unaji heard this, she also showed helplessness. Amba patted her arm and said, "Come on, help me lift him up the storage room first." The two of them worked together to carry Xia Wenjie, who was confused and drowsy, to the storage room at the wooden house.

The storage room is an airtight space with no windows and only a small wooden door, with a lot of debris piled up, including tools and some daily necessities.

Amba brought a blanket and spread it on the ground, let Xia Wenjie lie on it, while Wu Naji lit the oil lamp and carefully checked the wound behind Xia Wenjie.

"How is it? Can you cure it?" Amba looked at Unaji with a gaze. She was the only person in this small village who knew medical skills. If she could not cure Xia Wenjie's injuries, he would be completely helpless.

Unaji looked carefully for a while, nodded, shook her head again, and said ambiguously: "I'll try it, Amba, go and get my medicine box."

Amba agreed and walked out. Not long after, he picked up a suitcase from outside and placed it next to Unaji. He opened it, and there were some medicines, gauze and gadgets inside.

Unaji first took out a bottle of medicine from the medicine box, poured out two pills, handed them to Xia Wenjie's mouth, and said, "Take it."

Xia Wenjie opened his eyes in a daze, looked at two white pills, and asked in a weak voice: "Yes...what..."

"Sleeping pills." Unaji said: "The injury behind you is very serious. I have to help you take out the bullet later. It will definitely hurt. Take two sleeping pills first to sleep, which will make you feel better."

Xia Wenjie was confused, but he was not completely unconscious. He shook his head slightly and said, "No...I...I can't sleep...I now...I have to stay awake..." While speaking, he slowly turned his head and twisted his head aside.

"But I want to help you get the bullets, you can't stand it!" Unaji said with a frown. Like other people who know medical skills, patients will feel very unhappy if they don't listen to their own words and insist on doing their own thing.

Xia Wenjie nodded slowly and said, "I can...can hold on."

She shook her head helplessly, and finally put two sleeping pills back into the medicine bottle, then took out the alcohol lamp, lit it, and took out a pair of medical tweezers.

She skillfully first baked the tweezers with an alcohol lamp, then wiped the tips of the tweezers with an alcohol cotton, looked down at Xia Wenjie, and said, "Hold on." While speaking, she nodded to Amba next to her.

The latter knew how to take off Xia Wenjie's top one by one. After he was shirtless, he could only describe his back as blood stains, which was terrible.

Amba was stunned to see it. He couldn't understand how the young man in front of him persevered. He was obviously injured so seriously that he could still walk?

If he knew that Xia Wenjie had been running from noon until now, he would probably have fallen his chin.

Unaji looked at Xia Wenjie, picked up a ball of gauze, put it in front of him, and said, "Bit this!"

Xia Wenjie took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and bit the gauze she handed it into his mouth.

Unaji took the tweezers, clamped a small piece of iron inserted behind Xia Wenjie's back, and slowly pulled it out.

The iron piece was inserted into Xia Wenjie's body. He didn't feel much pain yet, but as Unaji pulled out the iron piece, a piercing pain immediately came from the wound.

He bit the gauze in his mouth tightly and kept silent, but beads of sweat as big as beans kept dripping down his forehead.

Dingdang!

Unaji put the clipped iron piece into the cover of the teapot next to her and made a crisp sound.

Amba curiously pinched the blood-stained iron piece and muttered, "What is this? It doesn't look like a bullet from a sand gun!" He had used a hunting rifle, but he had never used a grenade, and he didn't know it was a shrapnel of a grenade.

Wu Naji ignored him and focused on helping Xia Wenjie deal with the wound. As the shrapnel was pulled out, a large amount of blood immediately flowed out of the wound. While blocking the wound with gauze, Wu Naji took out the hemostatic medicine and sprinkled it on his wound.

This is just a wound. There are more than a dozen such wounds behind Xia Wenjie. Some shrapnels are inserted on his back, and some are exposed outside. However, some shrapnels have been completely embedded in his flesh and cannot be seen with the naked eye. Unaji can only insert the tip of the tweezers into his wound and clamp the shrapnels embedded in it.

Without anesthetics, Xia Wenjie refused to take sleeping pills. He was treated in this way in his wound while awake. You can imagine the pain in it. If someone else had to do it, he would have been in great pain at this time, but Xia Wenjie didn't say a word from beginning to end, but he seemed to have just been wet from head to toe.

Not to mention that Amba was shocked, even Unaji was secretly frightened, and even doubted whether this young man had no pain nerves, otherwise how could he endure such pain?

Not to mention Unaji helps Xia Wenjie to treat the wound, let alone the ASEAN congregation led by Che Zhiren, they followed the traces of Xia Wenjie passing by and chased down the hillside. When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, people were stunned because the footprints here were no longer only one, but many. The famous man turned around panting and shouted: "Brother Ren, there are many footprints here!"

Che Ji-in ran down the hillside and came to the man who approached him, looked down, but the footprints on the ground became chaotic, which was obviously not left by one person.

"Fuck!" Che Zhiren cursed and turned around and shouted, "Zhang Hui, give me gps!" Not long after, a big man quickly ran up and handed him a gps locator.

He took the instrument and looked at it, found the map, spread it out on the ground, and stroked his fingers continuously on it. Finally, he clicked on the map and said, "We are here now, this should be Doble Village!"

The big men around him gathered around him, staring at the map one by one, looking seriously. Regardless of whether they could see it clearly or not, when Che Ji-in finished speaking, everyone nodded and said in unison: "Yes, yes, this is Doble Village!"

"Damn, we actually chased him here!" Dopur Village is a small village in the Oroqen Mountains with a population of only 20 or 30 people. There are very few middle-aged men and women in the village. Most of them have left this closed and backward small mountain village, and they either moved to the town to live or work in the town.

Dopur Village is not far from the ASEAN drug base, but it is definitely not close. It is about 40 or 50 miles apart, and there are no roads between them, and there are several mountains apart.

The ASEAN Association will not patrol here, nor will they go to Dopur Village to cause trouble. Similarly, the village chief of Dopur Village is also rigorously. The villagers go to the ASEAN Association drug base to hunt. The two sides are neighbors in the Greater Xing'an Mountains, but they have no contact with each other and have always been peaceful.

"Brother Ren, will the other party escape into the village?" a big man asked with a frown.

"God knows! Let's go and have a look first!" Che Zhiren raised his head forward. The man named Zhang Hui said worriedly: "Brother Ren, Brother Teng said before, we are not allowed to go to Dopur Village."

Cha Ji-in glared at him and said, "When is it now? Why are there any rules and irregularities? If the other party runs away, I will be done, and you will be done!"

Of course he knew the rules set by Teng Yuanhua, and he was one of the people who participated in the rules set. The reason why his brothers were not allowed to come to Dopur Village was mainly to avoid contact with the people in Dopur Village and prevent the people of Dopur Village from knowing their existence. They just need to take care of the village chief. Now, the enemy is likely to have run into the village, and Che Zhiren doesn't care about so many things. He must go into the village to find out.
Chapter completed!