877: Gunshot wound
Zhou Ziheng covered his injured arm. The bullet hit his forearm.
Li Xinchun fired three shots in total. The first shot was fired in a panic and he didn't aim. The second shot hit Zhou Ziheng's arm, and Zhou Ziheng dodged the third shot.
There was a burning pain in the wound, and warm blood came out from it and flowed out through the fingers.
The gunshots disappeared for about two minutes. Li Xinchun should have walked far away before Zhou Ziheng came out of the small kitchen.
At this time, people in the courtyards on both sides were still asking questions:
"Is it from Courtyard No. 12? I just heard the sound coming from Courtyard No. 12."
"Sounds like it to me."
"Where are the people from Courtyard No. 12? Come out and say something. What's going on in your courtyard?"
When the people from the neighboring courtyard heard about their courtyard, the old man who lived in the east wing and was responsible for collecting water and electricity bills quietly opened a corner of the window, opened his eyes and looked outside, and saw Zhou Ziheng coming out of the Yu family's house.
Just from his tall, straight figure, the old man recognized him:
"Isn't this Dean Zhou, the son-in-law of the old Yu family? Dean Zhou, is that you?"
"It's me."
"What happened? Did someone just fire a gun?"
"Yes, the person has left and is safe."
When the people in the courtyard heard that it was safe, they turned on the lights and rushed out of their homes. In the blink of an eye, the whole courtyard was filled with people, all surrounding Zhou Ziheng:
"Dean Zhou, who came just now?"
"Oh, Dean Zhou, you've been shot!"
"Hurry, hurry, rush to the hospital!"
The old man who was in charge of collecting water and electricity bills didn't have time to go back and put on his clothes. He just wore a pair of shorts, pushed his bicycle, and took Zhou Ziheng to the hospital.
Zhou Ziheng was sent to the emergency room of the hospital. The doctor in the emergency room saw that Zhou Ziheng's entire arm was covered in blood and asked how he was injured. When he heard that it was a gunshot wound, he was shocked. In this day and age, it was actually possible to encounter gunshot wounds. Doctors had never treated such a wound before.
Fortunately, Zhou Ziheng had experienced gunshot wounds and knew how to deal with it. He instructed the doctor to take the bullet out and scrape the wound clean, leaving behind clumps of blurry flesh and blood. There was no time to give anesthesia when removing the bullet, and he was sweating all over from the pain, without even a groan.
The wound was cleaned and bandaged, and the nurse gave me an anti-inflammatory IV drip.
While the drip was in progress, the police responsible for this area arrived.
The police here also knew Zhou Ziheng's background. They knew that he was the son-in-law of the Yu family and the president of the Military Engineering College. As soon as they arrived, they asked:
"Dean Zhou, what's going on? Is this really a gunshot wound?"
The old man who was collecting the water and electricity bills said in a gruff voice:
"The bullet had just been taken out, and there was a huge mass of blood and flesh. How could it be fake?"
The police asked the doctor to take him to see the bullet, and the doctor took him to see:
"That's it. I didn't dare throw it. Look, there's a bullet."
The police used tweezers to take out the bullet, and it really was!
He was actually shot!
This is a serious case. Someone openly shot and injured people in the capital!
The police immediately went back to report to their superiors, and not long after, Han Gang arrived with his men.
When Han Gang heard that a shooting had occurred and the injured person was Zhou Ziheng, he immediately rushed over from home to investigate personally.
Seeing Zhou Ziheng's face pale after he had just finished the IV drip, Han Gang asked nervously:
"Brother Hengzi, what's wrong? Have you seen the murderer?"
Zhou Ziheng nodded:
"I see."
"What does the murderer look like?"
"—That's Li Xinchun, the man who escaped from the labor camp some time ago."
“——”
Han Gang opened his mouth in disbelief.
After a pause, Zhou Ziheng continued:
"By the way, I still need to report the case."
Han Gang tried hard to close his mouth and asked:
"What other cases are there?"
"There are two other people involved in this shooting."
"who?"
"One is Jiang Shang, and the other is a released prisoner from a labor camp named You Wenyue."
“——”
When the police officers around heard Jiang Shang's name, they were all stunned and couldn't believe it. Jiang Shang was also a well-known figure in the police circle. Most of the police officers knew him or had heard of his name. When they suddenly heard that he was actually related to this shooting case, they couldn't believe it.
Everyone looked at each other, suspecting that Zhou Ziheng had said the wrong name.
Han Gang was stunned for a long time and also thought that Zhou Ziheng had made a mistake:
"Brother Hengzi, are you sure this case is related to Brother Jiang?"
Zhou Ziheng looked at his watch. It was a little after four in the morning, and the day was almost dawn. He stood up from his chair in the hospital and said:
"I'll explain the details in detail when I report the case to the police station in person. Now I'm going home first. Oh, and take the bullet back with you and keep it safe. It's important evidence."
"Yes, Brother Hengzi, I'll have the police car take you back."
Zhou Ziheng did not refuse and took the police car back to the compound.
When we returned to the compound, it was already bright.
When the police car arrived at the gate of the compound, Zhou Ziheng stopped the car and asked the guard on duty last night:
"Has Yu Wenyue returned this morning?"
The guard shook his head:
"No, that Juventus went out and didn't come back all night."
"Okay, if she comes back, call me immediately."
"yes."
The police car dropped Zhou Ziheng off at his doorstep and then left.
Zhou Ziheng returned home dragging his injured arm.
I knocked on the door, and Aunt Zhang, who had gotten up early, opened it for me. Just as I was about to ask her something, I suddenly saw Zhou Ziheng with a bandage around his neck, gauze wrapped around his arm, and a bloodstain on his white shirt.
"ah!"
Aunt Zhang screamed in fear:
"Hengzi, what's wrong with you? What's wrong?"
"Shh," Zhou Ziheng immediately stopped Aunt Zhang from shouting, "Keep your voice down, don't wake up others."
However, Aunt Zhang's shouting had already woken up Zhuang Huaijian, who was sleeping on the first floor. Zhuang Huaijian immediately came out of the house and saw Zhou Ziheng walking into the living room, dragging his injured arm, with blood all over his clothes.
Zhuang Huaijian covered his mouth in shock.
"Mom, I'm fine, don't shout—"
Zhou Ziheng didn't want to wake up Yu Xiaoye, he knew that Yu Xiaoye must not have woken up at this time.
But in fact, Zhou Ziheng did not return home all night, and Yu Xiaoye was so worried that she could not sleep all night. If Zhou Ziheng was not at home normally, Yu Xiaoye would not worry about him, but he called her in the middle of the night last night and told her that he was going out, and did not explain why. In addition, Li Xinchun and You Wenyue had made her mentally very nervous in the past two days, so Yu Xiaoye seemed to have a premonition that there might be some special circumstances behind Zhou Ziheng's going out. She lay in bed thinking about it and did not close her eyes all night.
At this time, I heard screams from upstairs, jumped out of bed, put on my slippers and ran downstairs:
"Brother Heng, is Brother Heng back?"
When she reached the corner of the stairs, she saw Zhou Ziheng's arm was injured, and his face was slightly pale due to excessive blood loss. Yu Xiaoye's heart was broken. She didn't scream, but ran downstairs and looked at the hanging arm in horror. Her eyes instantly turned red:
"What's wrong?" She spoke in tears.
Zhou Ziheng wanted to hide his injured arm, so he raised it to prove that it was fine.
"It's really nothing serious, just a minor injury."
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