Chapter 197 Taking Out the Bullet

Gou Jue Tuosheng remained silent for a moment, then took out a bundle of hemp rope from his own space.

Shen Yisui didn't want anything else, so he put the hemp rope aside and turned to Cheng Jingyi again.

Cheng Jingyi was still in a coma. Shen Yisui roughly estimated the time he would wake up and used a fruit knife to cut open the gunshot wound in his chest.

Although Shen Yisui was blind and couldn't see what was going on, he was very skilled in holding the knife.

Gou Qie watched from above, and saw Shen Yisui cut open Cheng Jingyi's wound with a clear purpose. His movements were sharp and fast, avoiding bones and core blood vessels, and he took out the bullet in less than a minute.

Gouqiu Tuosheng was secretly surprised. It landed beside Shen Yisui and looked into his eyes carefully.

Shen Yisui's eyes were closed, his pupils were dark, without any bright spots like those of ordinary people.

I watched him suture the wound with surgical stitches again. It was still the same method as before. His knuckles were long, and the thin thread was pulled in his hands, passing through the skin and flesh at the wound, and finally sewed the two pieces of torn skin and flesh together.

Gouqie Tousheng was amazed. It recorded this and lowered its head to make a note of the relevant content.

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The whole process lasted about an hour and a half.

Six bullets were distributed in different positions, one of which was close to the heart. Shen Yisui dealt with the rest quickly, but he was more careful with the one near the heart, so he spent more time and didn't touch the other fatal parts.

Cheng Jingyi's self-repair ability also declined. Shen Yisui touched the wounds that had just been sutured with his hands, and the wounds remained in their original state and did not turn into scars.

Shen Yisui withdrew his hand, took out the last bullet, and then wiped the blood off his hand with a rag.

"I can't believe you know so much." Gou Qie Tou Sheng saw everything was over and turned around. "You can even pass through such a tiny needle hole. I thought you were not blind!"

Shen Yisui paused while wiping the blood from his palm. He said, "My brother taught me how to suture wounds when I was a child. I practiced it many times and I remembered it."

"Your brother taught you this, too? When you were little... zombies probably hadn't appeared yet, had they?"

"Yeah." Shen Yisui didn't explain much. He said casually, "I can't see. Bumps and bumps always get you hurt. My brother taught me this. But he's dead now."

Goujue Tousheng touched his head and sighed.

Shen Yisui's expression remained the same. He touched the clothes on the floor, shook off the dust from them, unfolded them and placed them all next to Cheng Jingyi.

Cheng Jingyi had not fully woken up yet, but his fingers were already trembling slightly.

Shen Yisui sensed the changes in his body while dressing him. Without saying a word, he took the hemp rope and tied Cheng Jingyi's hands and feet tightly, and finally tied a knot.

Unfortunately, the price of the gag was too high, beyond Shen Yisui's affordability, otherwise he would have bought another gag for Cheng Jingyi.

Cheng Jingyi's breathing was so soft that it was almost inaudible. Shen Yisui tied him to the bed with the last hemp rope, then stood up and walked into another room.

After more than an hour, Shen Yisui's body could no longer bear it.

His body was still in a half-dead state, and although the bleeding had stopped, the gunshot wound and the hole in his chest had not healed. Fortunately, the survival gave him some energy, and he didn't feel any pain.

"Where is the book you gave me?" Shen Yisui didn't find the book and returned to the room where he first woke up.

After a quick inspection, he said, "It fell under the bed."

Hearing the sound, Shen Yisui reached out and groped under the bed. His fingertips touched something hard. He grabbed the top few pages of paper and pulled the book out.

This book is a blessing bestowed upon him by his father, and its contents should not be seen by others.

Taking into account that Shen Yisui is blind, Gouqiu Tusheng specially converted all the contents of the book into Braille.

Shen Yisui still remembers Gou Che Tou Sheng's explanation of this book. No matter what, the owner of this book is related to his death. Whether Shen Yisui can escape the zombie tide that is about to break out may depend on this book.

[Shen Yisui...why do you want to live? ]

【Why... do you do this to me? 】

[It should be you who should go. ]

Shen Yisui touched the surface of the paper with his fingertips. The outline of the characters on it was slightly different from that on Earth. He stopped when he touched the first line of text.

【You are pretending. 】

[You can see it... I know you can see it! But you are afraid of others finding out. Why don't you dare to say it? Why don't you dare to go? You are afraid...]

There was no expression on Shen Yisui's face. His drooped eyelashes covered most of his pupils, which seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist, making it impossible to see the light and expression.

【You are lying.】

【A liar will swallow a golden needle.】

Shen Yisui touched down line by line with his fingertips. He frowned unconsciously and kept thinking about the past.

...He is pretending?

Shen Yisui raised his eyelids, and the darkness in front of him was so thick that he could not see any light.

He couldn't help but feel a little funny.

What is he pretending to be?

There were several muffled sounds coming from the next room. Shen Yisui immediately collected his thoughts when he heard the sounds. He closed the book, put it back under the bed, and walked out the door.

Cheng Jingyi woke up sooner than he expected, and it seemed that his level had not dropped to an irreversible level.

"Cheng Jingyi?"

Shen Yisui stopped at the door of the next room. He didn't move forward, but just shouted inside.

There was someone's heavy breathing in the air, mixed with the cold and damp air that came in from outside, and it soon disappeared from Shen Yisui's ears.

Shen Yisui knew that Cheng Jingyi was deliberately hiding his presence again. He narrowed his eyes and asked Gouqiu Tousheng, "Is he still tied up?"

I took a quick look at the bed and saw that he was still tied up, but his face looked bad.

"Okay." Shen Yisui then walked inside.

He tied two layers of ropes around Cheng Jingyi and tied them all in knots. Unless Cheng Jingyi could bite the ropes open in a short time, he would have no chance of breaking free by brute force.

Cheng Jingyi had stopped struggling. He lay on the bed like a dead body, his whole body stiff and motionless.

His black hair was messy and stuck to his forehead. His face was pale, his lips were cracked and cracked, and only his eyes still had a little light.

Shen Yisui had been sensing Cheng Jingyi's condition on the way here. He didn't hear any strange sounds other than Cheng Jingyi's breathing, so he pulled out a chair and sat down next to the bed.