The young lady snapped, "Come on, if you're so great, you do it!"
Fu Cheng objected: "You've already fallen so low, how am I supposed to save you!"
Amidst their argument, a sudden phone call broke the silence; it was Lu Zhengqian.
Extremely unusual, Lu Zhengqian got up and went to a quiet corner in the distance to answer the phone. When he returned, he solemnly gestured for Fu Cheng to leave.
Has something happened to Mo Huaixing?
"Don't go out, we'll talk here!" Gan Tang stood up and asked in a trembling voice, "Dad, can't I know about the family business?"
Her eyes were intense and urgent.
At this moment, Lu Zhengqian also felt that there were some things he should no longer hide from his daughter, so he said directly, "Acheng, you are most familiar with Canglan. Go there yourself and meet up with your fourth uncle."
The Canglan line was originally in Fu Cheng's hands, but Fu Shaojie was never able to manage it well. Because of Gan Tang's need for people, Lu Zhengqian compensated He Zhong.
That line was too old and risked being exposed at any time. Lu Zhengqian redesigned it and sent He Zhong to take over. Fearing that He Zhong would lose control, he also sent Mo Huaixing along.
Fu Cheng naturally knew that Mo Huaixing was on that front, and his expression tightened: "Godfather, what happened?"
Lu Zhengqian's eyes were unfathomable: "During a police patrol in the mountains, a stronghold on Xuecang Mountain was exposed, and one person was lost."
"who?"
"who?"
Fu Cheng and Gan Tang asked the question in unison.
"Mo Huaixing." Lu Zhengqian's voice was devoid of any emotion.
Fu Cheng hurriedly ran out.
At the gate of the courtyard, Gan Tang jumped into Fu Cheng's car. "I'll go with you. Dad agreed."
They drove all the way to the airport, and after a three-hour flight, the two drove to Xuecang Mountain. By the time they arrived at the foot of Xuecang Mountain, it was already midnight.
Fu Cheng called He Zhong.
Gan Tang had been calling Mo Huaixing the whole way, but couldn't get through, and her heart was pounding with anxiety. Seeing Fu Cheng hang up, she asked urgently, "Brother, he won't be in trouble, will he?"
“What could possibly happen? If he gets arrested, I’ll go to jail and rescue him.” Fu Cheng pulled out a phone number and tossed it to Gan Tang. “Call Zhang Po.”
He Zhong brought a large group of people with him this time, but Mo Huaixing only brought Zhang Po.
After three unsuccessful attempts to answer the phone, Gan Tang dialed back and quickly turned on speakerphone. Zhang Po's sobbing voice came through: "Big brother, it seems like Brother Mo is dying."
"Where are you?" Fu Cheng asked.
"At Grandpa Qi's house."
It was an adobe house, located at the end of an ancient village at the foot of the mountain. It looked dilapidated and dark, with a low lintel that required an adult man to bend over to enter. To get to the second floor, one had to climb a wooden ladder built outside the wall.
When Gan Tang and Fu Cheng went inside, the chickens and ducks in the courtyard were squawking loudly. Zhang Po heard the noise, ran out crying, and stopped crying in surprise when he saw the young lady.
Fu Cheng patted his chest with his backhand: "Where is he?"
"They're inside!" Zhang Po quickly led the two inside.
It was a makeshift operating room, filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with the earthy odor. In the center of the room stood a wooden operating table, on which Mo Huaixing lay, his clothes torn at the waist and stained with blood.
An elderly man with a white beard, wearing a gray headscarf, hesitated, one hand pressed against the blood, the other holding a scalpel. Upon seeing Fu Cheng, his stagnant gaze shifted slightly: "The bullet is too close to an artery; forcibly removing it might cause massive bleeding."
"Then why bother getting more blood? Take him to the hospital!" At least there's blood available at the hospital. Seeing Fu Cheng standing still, Gan Tang glared at Zhang Po, "Hurry up!"
Zhang Po trembled with fear. "Miss, we can't send him in. This is a gunshot wound. The police will arrive in less than five minutes if we take him in."
"So what!" Seeing that no one moved, Gan Tang went forward to help Mo Huaixing.
Fu Cheng grabbed Gan Tang's wrist and reminded her, "Sister, the nearest hospital is a hundred kilometers away." By the time she arrives with her still bleeding wound, she'll probably be dead.
They had no other choice. Fu Cheng looked at the white-bearded old man holding the scalpel, "Grandpa Qi, I trust you, go ahead and do it!"
Gan Tang asked urgently, "Don't we need to prepare blood plasma first?"
Grandpa Qi shook his head. His place was so rudimentary that it didn't even have blood transfusion equipment, let alone blood plasma.
In the room, only a simple incandescent light shone on Mo Huaixing's deep, bottomless wound, showing the knife cutting into his flesh.
Gan Tang wanted to get closer, even closer, but her legs were too weak. Zhang Po quickly helped the young lady sit down and comforted her, "Don't worry, young lady, Grandpa Qi is the most famous veterinarian within a hundred miles."
"A veterinarian?" Gan Tang stared at him blankly, not knowing whether he was trying to comfort her or just adding to her distress.
Zhang Po nodded and continued, "If the hunters wounded their prey and wanted to live, they would ask Grandpa Qi to save them. There was an antelope whose intestines were blown out, but Grandpa Qi managed to stuff them back in. It survived and was very healthy, and later even gave birth to a lamb."
Gan Tang was alright; his ears were ringing and he couldn't hear what he was saying. But Fu Cheng was annoyed and couldn't help but scold him, "Shut up!"
The room fell silent again. After an unknown amount of time, a crisp metallic sound rang out, and the bullet was removed and tossed into the iron basin.
"It's done!"
The joy in the room lasted less than five seconds before Grandpa Qi's voice became urgent: "Oh no, he's bleeding."
The wound, about half a palm's width, was gushing blood.
Seeing that Mo Huaixing's face was getting paler and paler, Fu Cheng stepped forward to help Qi Agong squeeze the wound and said urgently, "Come on, you stitch it up."
Gan Tang stumbled and bumped against the operating table, clutching her drooping hand. She felt the person in front of her growing colder and colder, their breathing becoming more and more rapid. She felt as if someone was choking her, slowly sinking into a bottomless, icy hell.
“Blood, blood…” Gan Tang took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind: “Big brother, what’s his blood type?”
Type B.
She was blood type O and could save him; that was wonderful. Gan Tang found a funnel, a syringe, and a latex tube, and assembled them into a simple blood transfusion device.
The scalpel sliced open the palm, and blood gushed into the funnel, gradually rising.
Gan Tang expelled the air from the latex tubing and slowly inserted the needle into Mo Huaixing's left wrist. She had only learned how to insert a vein in one elective class. In that class, the teacher demonstrated, and she only watched from afar.
Finding a vein was extremely difficult for her. But she only had to prick once, and miraculously, blood began to flow.
Gan Tang stood up excitedly, raised the funnel high with her right hand, and continued to drip blood into the funnel with her left hand.
"The bleeding has stopped!"
As Grandpa Qi's voice rang out, Gan Tang watched Mo Huaixing's breathing gradually become steady, her vision blurring. In the moment she closed her eyes, she saw a sapphire blue starlight shimmering on his wrist—the watch she had given him.
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