Chapter 283 I don’t know how to write the word death

After crying, Yang Qing wiped away her tears. She couldn't wait any longer. Without treatment, Leng Yi would never get better on his own.

Instead of waiting here for a miracle to happen, it is better to try and go to the provincial capital. Maybe there is still hope.

Yang Qing took a shower, changed into work clothes, put on military boots, and carried a backpack.

She walked up to Leng Yi and kissed him on the lips, "Hubby, wait for me, I will definitely heal you!"

Aqi and Xiaoxue knew that Yang Qing was leaving, and they surrounded her reluctantly. Yang Qing stroked the fur of one cat and patted the head of another, "Don't worry, I will be back."

After leaving the space and still in the cave, Yang Qing crawled out carefully.

After determining the direction, he quickly walked out of the mountain.

She wants to reach the provincial capital as quickly as possible.

After getting out of the mountain, Yang Qing looked at the road conditions. The places blocked by landslides and mudslides were piecemeal, and some places were intact. If cars were inconvenient, motorcycles could still be used, which was much faster than walking.

Seeing that there was no one around, Yang Qing took out a light motorcycle, put on a helmet, started the car, and drove forward quickly.

Not long after they started walking, they heard a roar from behind. Yang Qing looked back and saw three or four heavy motorcycles speeding towards them.

The car was full of young people around seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing sunglasses and dyed blond hair, shouting wildly.

Yang Qing frowned slightly, ignored it and continued forward.

Several motorcycles quickly rushed to Yang Qing's side. Although Yang Qing's face could not be seen, it could be seen from her figure that she was a woman.

And she is a woman with a great figure.

A few young people laughed and whistled.

"Miss!"

A young man wearing a black leather jacket sitting on the back of a motorcycle called out to Yang Qing with a smile, "Where are you going? Do you want us to give you a ride?"

"Look, our car is much better than yours. Our car is faster!"

Yang Qing glanced to the side and saw a few young people dressed in gorgeous clothes with fair skin and tender flesh. It was obvious that they had never suffered hardship.

It’s the end of the world and anyone who still has the mood to race cars here must be either a rich second generation or a second generation official.

She had no mood to play with these second-generation rich people who were ignorant of the sufferings of the world. Yang Qing looked ahead and continued driving forward.

The young man was a little annoyed. No one had ever dared to treat him like this since he was a child.

"Xiao Mao, charge forward!"

"Ah, this is not good, right?" The young man named Xiao Mao was stunned for a moment, "It's too dangerous."

"What are you afraid of? Our car is afraid of her. Let's rush her down and see if she still dares to be so arrogant?" The young man in leather jacket sneered.

"Rush over now!"

Xiao Mao had no choice but to grip the handlebars and speed up.

Who knew that Yang Qing would suddenly speed up and overtake him.

Although her car is a bit simple, it is a mountain bike and its speed in a place like this is not slower than theirs.

"Chase!" The young man in leather jacket gritted his teeth.

When they got to the front, the road was blocked by collapsed earth. Yang Qing had to stop the car and carry it forward.

The heavy motorcycle at the back was not so easy to carry. It was too heavy for one person to carry, so several people had to lift it together.

Seeing that Yang Qing was about to leave, the young man in leather jacket left his companions and quickly followed him.

He ran to Yang Qing and kicked him hard. Yang Qing was caught off guard and fell into the mud. His helmet hit the mud and his vision was blurred. The motorcycle pressed on his legs, causing a dull pain in his legs.

The young man in leather jacket laughed unscrupulously, "Who told you to ignore me?"

"Fuck it!" Yang Qing was really angry. He pushed the motorcycle away, stood up, and took off his helmet.

The young man in leather jacket was stunned for a moment when the helmet was taken off. He didn't expect that the young lady was so beautiful.

"Go to hell!" Yang Qing raised his long legs and kicked the young man in leather jacket into the mud nearby, making him fall all over the mud.

The people behind wanted to laugh but didn't dare, and felt very uncomfortable holding it in.

"You dare to hit me?" The young man in the leather jacket was furious and shouted at the people behind him, "What are you still standing there for? Catch her!"

Yang Qing snorted coldly and said, "I don't have time to play with you."

He picked up the helmet and wiped it clean with a tissue, then picked up the motorcycle and walked forward quickly without caring whether he was dirty or not.

After crossing that road, I got on my motorcycle and disappeared.

But not long after, those men caught up with them again, holding sticks in their hands and rushing towards them shouting.

Yang Qing quickly sped up, not wanting to get entangled with these people.

They are all second-generation rich people who have never suffered hardship. They don't take other people's lives seriously and only know how to have fun.

"Go to hell!" someone suddenly shouted from behind.

Yang Qing looked back and saw a baseball bat coming at him from behind. Yang Qing lowered his head to avoid it, and the baseball bat flew over his head and rolled in front of him.

Yang Qing was really furious. If he hadn't dodged, he would have fainted from being hit at such a speed. These second-generation rich kids really didn't treat others as human beings.

If you don't teach them a lesson, they won't know how to write the word death.

Yang Qing took out his pistol, turned around, aimed at the motorcycle tire of the young man in leather jacket and shot at it.

With a loud bang, the tire burst and the motorcycle overturned. The speed was too fast and the people on the motorcycle were thrown out, screaming.

"Young Master Han!" everyone exclaimed.

Yang Qing sneered, raised his middle finger in an international friendly gesture, and accelerated forward.

It only took half a day to drive to the foot of the mountain where the rescue camp was. After thinking about it, I decided to go and see if Leng Yi could be rescued. If he could, there would be no need to go so far.

If not, we can only continue to head towards the provincial capital.

Seeing that there was no one around, he put the motorcycle into the space, pulled out Leng Yi's oxygen tube, and replaced him with a small oxygen pillow for easier movement.

He is so thin now that he probably weighs only about 100 pounds, so Yang Qing has no problem holding him up.

He rushed to the medical tent holding Leng Yi, "Doctor, save him!"

When the doctor heard the sound, he quickly asked her to carry the person in.

"What's wrong with him?" The doctor was surprised to see that the patient's hands and feet were bandaged and there was still oxygen in his nose.

"He has multiple fractures all over his body and blood in his stools. Internal bleeding is suspected," said Yang Qing.

The doctor was surprised, "Are you a doctor too?"

"I... have only studied for a period of time. I am a Chinese medicine practitioner." Yang Qing said hesitantly.

She was not actually a doctor, even though she had studied with Xie Yunfang for half a year. In the past, she would have been considered a medical student at most.

The doctor quickly examined Leng Yi. The medical tent was equipped with simple instruments and equipment such as B-ultrasound.

After the examination, the doctor's expression was serious. "He's seriously injured. In addition to soft tissue contusions and fractures, his spleen has ruptured, and other organs appear to be damaged to varying degrees. There's blood accumulated in the abdominal cavity. Surgery is necessary immediately..."

"But it's too serious. We don't have the necessary surgery facilities here. If I had to have surgery, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to get off the operating table."

"Then what should we do?" Yang Qing's face turned pale. "If we go to the provincial capital, do you think there's hope?"

"The city is so far away, and the patient is so seriously injured that he can't withstand the bumps on the road." After the doctor said this, he looked at Yang Qing suspiciously. How did she carry the patient to the camp?