Mingyao bought a black down jacket, wet wipes, some gauze, and alcohol.
She used her phone to point out Wei Chuan's injury, first wiping it clean with a wet wipe, then disinfecting it with alcohol.
Before pouring the alcohol, she looked at Wei Chuan with concern.
"Don't make a sound."
Wei Chuan nodded, biting his lower lip.
Mingyao carefully poured alcohol onto Wei Chuan's wound, and she could clearly feel Wei Chuan's body tense up.
She didn't dare slow down; after disinfecting the wound, she quickly bandaged it with gauze.
Wei Chuan was panting heavily, his already pale face becoming even more bloodless.
Mingyao, trembling, helped Wei Chuan straight, took off his windbreaker, and put a black down jacket on him.
He leaned limply against the wall with his eyes half-closed, his breath so faint that it was barely perceptible.
Mingyao asked tentatively, "Are you still alive?"
Wei Chuan's eyelashes trembled twice, and he whispered, "I'm still alive."
Relieved, Mingyao squatted down in front of Wei Chuan and carried him on her back.
She bounced Wei Chuan around a bit to make sure she could carry him before standing up.
Wei Chuan was much lighter than she had imagined. Ming Yao gritted her teeth, carried Wei Chuan out of the alley, and found a hotel nearby.
After checking into the room, Mingyao quickly put Wei Chuan on the bed.
She placed her hand on Wei Chuan's forehead and found that it was frighteningly hot.
Mingyao nervously prepared hot water to wipe Wei Chuan's body.
She wasn't a doctor, didn't understand pharmacology, and didn't know how to treat the wound.
Wei Chuan said weakly, "Go and buy some disinfectant and hemostatic medicine. I can do it myself."
Are you really not going to see a doctor?
Wei Chuan slowly shook his head: "Please, don't see a doctor."
Mingyao rushed out to buy hemostatic drugs, disinfectants, medical cotton, and medical bandages.
By the time she bought it back, Wei Chuan had already stopped making any moves.
Mingyao was afraid he would die here, so she put her hand under Wei Chuan's nose.
Wei Chuan's breathing was very faint, and when he hit my hand, it felt like a feather brushing against it.
Mingyao's heart was in her throat.
She bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Wei Chuan, don't scare me!"
"You won't really..."
Wei Chuan's brows furrowed slightly towards his brow, and his chest heaved.
However, he did not wake up.
Mingyao held his hand and found it was frighteningly cold.
She tried to calm herself down.
Wei Chuan is probably unconscious due to the severity of his injuries.
And the wound that had just been treated has started bleeding again.
Mingyao's temples throbbed. "Find a doctor..."
If we can't take him to the hospital, then we'll have to find a doctor.
Mingyao thought of Wang Zhouheng.
She dialed Wang Zhouheng's number with trembling hands.
After the call connected, Mingyao almost burst into tears: "Wang Zhouheng, I have someone here who is seriously injured."
"Can you come over and help me with this?"
Wang Zhouheng didn't ask any further questions. After Mingyao sent him the address, he hung up the phone.
Fifteen minutes later, Chao Muxue arrived.
"And him?"
"Dr. Wang suddenly had surgery to perform before he left, so he asked me to come."
Where is the patient?
As Chao Muxue spoke, she took off her backpack and was startled to see Wei Chuan lying on the verge of death.
As a professional doctor, Chao Muxue quickly and methodically began to treat Wei Chuan's injuries.
Mingyao stood guard nervously by her side, watching Chao Muxue operate the device.
As Chao Muxuewei and Wei Chuan finished re-bandaging the most serious wound and were preparing to treat the other wounds, their cell phone rang.
After the call was connected, Chao Muxue's expression gradually became serious.
Are you busy with something?
Chao Muxue nodded and said apologetically, "I have an operation that I need to perform, so I need to rush back."
"There are still some wounds, I'll go find others..."
Mingyao said, "You have already helped me a lot."
"Besides, I've already learned how you bandaged it."
"Leave the rest of the minor wounds to me."
As Chao Muxue treated Wei Chuan's wounds, she was completely focused, afraid of missing any detail.
To prevent herself from forgetting, she even wrapped bandages around her hands.
"Okay." Before leaving, Chao Muxue told Mingyao the steps for treating the wound.
The urging phone call came again, and Chao Muxue hurriedly ran out: "I'll find similar videos for you later, the rest is up to you!"
Mingyao was extremely grateful to Chaomuxue for coming to help.
After Chao Muxue left, Mingyao first disinfected her hands with alcohol, then put on medical gloves and began to bandage Wei Chuan, just like Chao Muxue.
Chao Muxue quickly sent a similar video as well.
With the help of video, Mingyao quickly treated Wei Chuan's injuries.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, took Wei Chuan's temperature again, and gave him anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medication.
After finishing everything, Mingyao suddenly felt completely exhausted.
"We can't rest yet."
Mingyao looked at the mess on the ground and forced herself to gather up the bloodstained bandages and various medicines.
Then prepare a basin of warm water and take off Wei Chuan's shirt.
Upon seeing the scars covering Wei Chuan's body, Ming Yao gasped in shock.
Even on Wei Chuan's two heavily tattooed arms, one could vaguely see hideous and terrifying scars.
Mingyao was deeply moved.
She couldn't imagine what Wei Chuan had been through, or why he had so many injuries.
Old and new wounds crisscrossed, like worms clinging to Wei Chuan's skin.
Mingyao carefully wiped Wei Chuan's body, her expression very serious.
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