Lu Yuan walked over and confidently looked at the man on the bed. The man's eyes were closed, his lips were pale, and his face was flushed red, indicating that he was seriously injured. His hand was pressed against his chest, from which blood was seeping out. According to the middle-aged man next to him, the man had been shot in the chest. Lu Yuan frowned upon seeing this. In this situation, there would be virtually no hope of saving him if he were outside.
After all, the bullet wound in the other party's chest was quite serious, and blood was spurting out. If it was not good, it was likely that an artery had been severed. Lu Yuan did not know whether the wound could be healed with the golden fruit, but since he had already said it, and Chen Ke was still trapped downstairs, it wouldn't be a big problem for him to run away now. After all, the man in front of him did not seem particularly difficult to deal with.
Lu Yuan pretended to take the man's pulse, feeling it for a while, then pinched the artery in his neck. The middle-aged man beside him looked somewhat nervous, but dared not say anything, afraid of disturbing Lu Yuan.
After a while, Lu Yuan sighed and said, "This is not easy! It damaged the heart's artery!" When he said this, Lu Yuan deliberately pretended to be an expert. As for what he had just touched, he didn't know. But he didn't care in order to get away with it. Anyway, this middle-aged man wouldn't know either.
A look of anxiety immediately appeared on the other person's face as they quickly asked, "Then... can you do it? What do you need?"
After hesitating for a moment, Lu Yuan said, "How about this? I'll go to the restroom first! We'll talk when I get back! Oh, and bring me my phone! I need to ask something!"
The other party hurriedly handed over the phone. Lu Yuan then went directly into the bathroom in the room, locked the door, and checked inside. Finding no surveillance equipment, he took out the dimensional crystal, took out a golden fruit, and then kneaded it into a ball with his hands.
Lu Yuan flushed the toilet and walked out of the bathroom.
The middle-aged man anxiously asked Lu Yuan, "How is it? Is there any way?"
Lu Yuan nodded and said, "We have no choice but to give it a try!"
After saying that, Lu Yuan took out the golden fruit that had been crumpled into a lump of paste from his pocket and prepared to stuff it into Lin Qiang's mouth. The middle-aged man was shocked when he saw it, stepped forward and grabbed Lu Yuan's arm, angrily saying, "You bastard! You fed Mr. Lin this shit! I think you're asking for death!"
Lu Yuan looked at the golden fruit in his hand, which had been mashed into a paste. It really did look like poop! No wonder the middle-aged man looked so angry and said he was going to feed Lin Qiang poop.
"Ahem! You've misunderstood! This isn't poop, it's really medicine! I carry it with me! You can smell it if you don't believe me!" Embarrassed, Lu Yuan could only hand the fruit over for the other person to smell.
The middle-aged man looked at the thing in Lu Yuan's hand suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, and then leaned over to smell it.
"Huh? It really isn't poop! This poop of yours... um... why is this medicine like this?" The middle-aged man still couldn't believe that this was medicine, and looked at Lu Yuan suspiciously.
"Wasn't it because you guys kept pushing me when you came in? Otherwise, this would have been a whole pill!" Lu Yuan said, making up a reason.
The other person could only nod, but still asked with some concern, "Is this... considered traditional Chinese medicine? Does this wound need stitches or anything like that?"
Lu Yuan shook his head and said, "No need! This medicine can stimulate the cells in my body to divide and regenerate continuously when taken orally. I just need to take out the bullet!"
The middle-aged man felt his worldview was being turned upside down. He had never heard of using traditional Chinese medicine to treat gunshot wounds before, and the other party didn't even use scissors or anything like that.
However, worried that Lu Yuan might kill Lin Qiang while pulling the trigger, the other party added, "Leave the bullets to me! I'll take care of them!"
Lu Yuan smiled and said, "Whatever! But you go first! If you die, that's your problem!"
The middle-aged man tensed up again. He was already afraid that Lu Yuan would kill Lin Qiang, but when he heard that if he accidentally killed Lin Qiang, he would be blamed for everything, a look of lingering fear appeared on his face.
The other person quickly waved his hand and said, "Forget it! You do it! I was just saying it offhand! Get started!"
Lu Yuan shrugged, then took a pair of sterilized needle-nose pliers from the iron tray on the table and inserted them directly into Lin Qiang's chest.
However, the wound was already a bloody mess, but Lu Yuan couldn't feed him the golden fruit without removing the bullet first. Who knew if the bullet being stuck in his chest cavity would cause any trouble? It would be a problem if the golden fruit was wasted.
So Lu Yuan almost pressed his face against the wound on the other man's chest, trying to see the bullet inside. But as the pliers continued to stir the wound, the bullet was not found, and Lin Qiang coughed up blood.
The middle-aged man panicked and pulled out a pistol, pressing it against the back of Lu Yuan's head as he shouted, "What... what are you going to do?"
Lu Yuan turned around and glared at the other person.
"Get your gun out of my way! Otherwise, I'm not going to help you anymore!"
Upon hearing Lu Yuan say he didn't care anymore, the man hurriedly put his gun away and quickly said with a forced smile, "Hurry up and do it! I promise I won't bother you again!"
Lu Yuan then continued to probe the pliers back into the wound. After searching for a few minutes, Lu Yuan felt the pliers touch something hard. Since he didn't know what it was, he could only tentatively poke it with the pliers. Sure enough, it was shaped like a bullet.
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