A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 981: Silencing and fishing! (Please subscribe!)

PS: Today is the second update to make up for yesterday’s chapter. I’m so tired. So let’s just leave it at that and take a nap first.

Ordinary people might have mistaken the two crisp sounds as firecrackers, but Hua Shier immediately recognized them as gunshots. He looked in the direction where the sounds came from and saw some commotion among pedestrians a few dozen meters ahead. It seemed that this was the location of the street office.

Hua Shier felt something was not right. He had a vague feeling that the gunshot should have happened in the street office. He pressed the bell hard, then exerted force with his feet and the bicycle shot out like the wind.

Ding-ling-ling, a pleasant bicycle bell rang out. A pedestrian heard the sound behind him and turned around to look. A strong wind blew by and Hua Twelve had passed by on his bicycle.

In a few seconds, Hua Shier arrived at the door of the street office, and at this moment a figure rushed out from the street office.

The security guard was about fifty years old, an old soldier from the battlefield, and was very alert. It was a pity that the security guard did not come with a gun. He was holding a wooden stick in his hand at this time, and he obviously realized that it was the gunshot and was ready for battle.

Seeing someone rushing out, the security guard didn't consider whether it was dangerous or not, and rushed forward with a stick. He saw clearly that the other person was holding a pistol in his hand, so he raised the stick and stabbed, but he was using the stick as a bayonet.

The man who rushed out was in his thirties, wearing a Zhongshan suit, a small mustache, and glasses. He was dressed in a gentle manner, but his expression was ferocious. When he saw the guard attacking him with a stick, he was not afraid and raised his hand to shoot.

Judging from the reaction of this guy with a mustache, it is obvious that he has received training or has been on the battlefield.

At the critical moment, a gunshot was heard, blood spurted out of the mustache man's wrist, and the pistol fell out of his hand immediately.

The person who fired the shot was Hua Shier. He arrived in time, knocked the mustache man's pistol out of his way and saved the security guard's life.

He originally wanted to fire one more shot to subdue him, but he didn't expect that the man with a mustache was extremely slippery. Although his wrist was hit by a bullet, he remained calm and rushed forward, avoiding the security guard's stick and bumping into the man's arms, using the security guard's body to block Hua Twelve's shooting angle.

The security guard groaned when he was hit. Just as he was about to fight back, he felt a pain in his ribs and realized he had been stabbed.

The stab was extremely clever and not fatal, but it made the old man lose all strength.

The man with a mustache pulled out a dagger and was about to put it on the security guard's neck, threatening Hua Twelve to put down his gun.

But at this moment, Hua Twelve had already rushed forward, swung his left hand, and punched the security guard on the back.

Judging from the amplitude of the arm movement, you can tell that this punch must have been powerful.

The man with a mustache was a little confused. He didn't understand which side Hua Twelve belonged to and why he had just shot his pistol away and was now attacking the guard.

But the next moment, when Hua Twelve's fist hit the security guard on the back, the man with a mustache's eyes bulged out suddenly, and the whole person flew backwards with a bang and fell to the ground. He couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried.

Hua Shier's punch has a name: it can hit a bull from across a mountain. For a martial arts grandmaster like him, the use of strength is superb. Others may find this punch magical, but it is nothing to him.

He was about to go over and restrain the mustache guy, but at this moment, someone behind him shouted, "Don't move, put down your gun!"

Hua Twelve turned his head and saw two JC comrades in uniform, pointing pistols at him with alert looks on their faces. It was obvious that they were nearby and rushed over after hearing the gunshots.

  He quickly revealed his identity:

"Comrades, I am one of us. I am Hua Shier, the head of the security department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. The man on the ground might be a bad guy."

  The two JCs didn't believe it at all, and one of them shouted:

"We saw you beat Uncle Xu with our own eyes. Put down your gun immediately, or we will open fire!"

Hua Twelve was so depressed that he shouted to the security guard, "Uncle, don't just stand there like an idiot. Please explain it to me quickly!"

The security guard had his back to Hua Station 12, but after hearing what he said, he really gave him face and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hua Shier didn't see the security guard being stabbed by the man with a mustache just now. When he saw the security guard vomiting blood at this time, he couldn't help but feel upset. This was a scam.

  The two police officers were more certain that Mr. Xu was beaten by Hua Twelve and were about to fight. Fortunately, after the security guard spat out a mouthful of blood, he recovered his breath and started to explain for Hua Twelve:

"Xiao, Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, you caught the wrong guy. He hit me hard, it didn't hurt at all. The guy on the ground is... the bad guy. His fucking leg stabbed me."

  The two JCs realized that there was a misunderstanding and rushed forward to check on the security guard's injuries. Hua Twelve went forward to check on the mustache on the ground. When he saw this, his brows furrowed immediately:

"This man is dead. He committed suicide by taking poison!"

This little mustache guy also had poison in his mouth. When he saw he couldn't run away, he bit the poison directly and has now died from the poison.

  The two police officers and Uncle Xu were also startled. The man with the mustache had indeed turned a little black. At this time, the people in the street office, probably seeing that there was no danger outside, ran out and shouted anxiously:

"Director Wang was shot."

Hua Twelve rushed in quickly, and Uncle Xu gestured to the two police officers: "Go and have a look, I can still hold on!"

Immediately, one of the two JCs followed Hua Twelve and rushed inside.

When we arrived at Director Wang's office, we saw the door was wide open. A young man was lying on the ground with a gunshot wound in the chest. He was dead. Director Wang was slumped in a chair, also with a gunshot wound in the chest.

Comrade JC, who followed in, sighed in a somewhat sad tone: "They are all vital parts, the person cannot be saved."

"No, at least Director Wang can still be saved!"

  Hua Shier discovered that although Director Wang was shot in the heart, he still had vital signs for some reason!

With a quick glance, he immediately knew what happened. There were pen fragments on the wound. It was obvious that the bullet hit the pen and deflected, so it didn't hit the heart. However, such an injury was extremely serious. If not treated in time, I'm afraid he would not survive more than five minutes.

Hua Shier quickly took action and pressed a few times on Director Wang's chest to seal the acupoints to stop the bleeding and stimulate the heart meridians, stimulating the potential vitality and allowing him to hold on a little longer.

But the JC was anxious: "Stop, what do you want to do!"

"Stop her bleeding, otherwise she will be beyond help!"

Hua Twelve was too lazy to explain. He just picked up Director Wang and rushed out: "Go to the hospital. We need surgery as soon as possible!"

The JC originally wanted to stop him, but after hearing what he said, he suddenly felt that it made sense and quickly ran out.

  When he got outside, he saw Hua Twelve running towards the nearest Sixth Hospital. He called out to his colleagues:

"Liu'er, hurry back to the station and call for help. I'll go to the hospital with you!"

He ran away after saying that. Uncle Xu, the security guard sitting on the ground, started to curse him: "Xiao Wu, take me to the hospital with you, you little bastard. I was stabbed!"

Wu JC then turned around and apologized: "I forgot about you in my haste. Let me help you up."

Hua Twelve, who was running ahead, also heard the conversation behind him and shouted without turning his head, "You ride my bicycle and carry Uncle Xu on your back. Hurry and catch up!"

He didn't ride a bike himself, but he ran faster than a galloping horse and was steadier than a car. Wu JC, who was carrying Uncle Xu on his back, pedaled hard but couldn't catch up with him.

As soon as Hua Shier rushed into the hospital gate, a nurse saw the injured person and hurried over.

He didn't need the medical staff to take it over, he just shouted, "Where is the operating room?"

The young nurse was startled by his shout and subconsciously pointed upstairs; "Second floor!"

  When Hua Shier rushed into the operating room holding Director Wang, the chief of surgery arrived. After a quick inspection of the injuries, the chief shook his head and sighed:

"Comrade, please accept my condolences. I cannot treat such injuries, given the current medical level in our country."

  Before he could finish his words, Hua Twelve was pushed aside:

"Who said I asked you to treat me? Why are you wasting your time here? I'll be the surgeon in charge of this operation!"

  As he said this, he placed Director Wang on the operating table and called out to the stunned nurse beside him:

"What are you doing? Get ready for surgery!"

The nurse nodded subconsciously: "Oh, oh." Then she started to get busy, preparing the instruments and starting to disinfect. The chief surgeon said anxiously: "My little comrade, what are you doing? I told you that this operation is too difficult and no one in the country can do it."

Hua Shier pushed him away, walked over, skillfully washed and disinfected his hands, and then made preparations for the operation. During this time, he saw the young nurse stop what she did, and he immediately scolded her, and the other party then acted timidly.

The chief surgeon was surprised to see Hua Twelve's professional movements:

"Have you studied medicine?"

  Hua Twelve's hands moved quickly, and he replied to him nonchalantly:

"This thing is so simple, you can learn it just by looking at it, what else is there to learn!"

The chief surgeon was in his fifties, in good health and ate everything with relish, but after hearing this, he felt a pang in his heart and said angrily:

"You haven't studied medicine, I won't allow you to touch the patient."

Hua Twelve glared at him angrily: "You can't cure it, and you don't let others do it. Are you going to watch the patient die? You are so old, I didn't expect you to be so vicious."

The chief surgeon felt even more upset, but he had nothing to say.

  Hua Twelve waved his hand:

"Come on, come on, you don't have to stay here anymore. There's another patient outside. He was also a war hero back then. He was stabbed by a gangster. His injury is not as serious as this one, but it won't be good if you delay. You should go and see the old hero right away!"

When the chief of surgery heard that he was a war hero, he did not dare to neglect him and hurried out to arrange for other doctors to perform surgery on the old hero. He was worried about Hua Twelve, so he turned back after a while.

As soon as I came in, I saw Hua Shier in front of the operating table. He tapped Director Wang twice with his fingers, and then began to use a knife to clean the pen fragments that had penetrated into the skin.

The chief surgeon suddenly became anxious and quickly reminded: "The anesthesia hasn't been administered yet."

Hua Twelve kept his hands busy while speaking lightly:

"Stop joking. With my level of skill, why would I need anesthesia when performing surgery?"

The chief of surgery felt that his blood pressure was a little high again, but when he saw Hua Twelve's actions clearly, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Hua Twelve was seen cleaning the debris from the wound. He was not as careful as when he performed surgery on patients. Instead, he was quick and fast. The whole process was like flowing water, but there was no unnecessary movement. The effect was also surprisingly good, and the patient's wounds hardly bled.

Just when the chief surgeon was shocked by Hua Twelve's technique, he saw Hua Twelve suddenly slap the patient, and then a bullet automatically jumped out of the wound.

Hua Shier quickly began to clean the wound caused by the bullet, repair the blood vessels, do everything, and finally suture it.

From the time Hua Shier started to work until the wound was sutured, the entire process took no more than three minutes. The chief surgeon was so surprised that he said, "How is this possible? This is incredible, incredible."

His voice stopped abruptly because he saw an even more incredible scene.

After Hua Shier sutured the wound, he covered the body with a blue cloth. Then he suddenly reached out and patted the patient. The patient's eyelids twitched, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

"Twelve, why am I here?" Director Wang's voice was a little weak. It was obvious that he had just woken up from a coma and had not yet remembered what happened before.

  The chief surgeon came over with a shocked look on his face and asked Director Wang:

"Comrade, you just had surgery without anesthesia, aren't you feeling any pain now?"

"Go aside, we are talking about serious matters!"

Hua Shier held the surgeon's head and pulled it aside.

Director Wang also recalled the previous shooting. Looking at the surrounding operating room, she immediately knew her situation. She had experienced many such incidents. There was no fear in her eyes, only determination:

"Twelve, I remember now. I was in the office talking to someone about work when someone suddenly broke in and shot me. What happened to the comrade who came to see me for help?"

Hua Shier shook his head: "The man died on the spot. You are lucky. The bullet hit the pen and avoided the heart. It was only one centimeter away. You would have gone to see Ma KS!"

  When Director Wang heard that the person she was discussing something with was dead, she couldn't help but sigh, and her eyes became sharp:

"Twelve, I feel that this incident is very strange. I think it is related to what we discussed last night. I started investigating this morning and just found some clues, and then I encountered this incident at noon."

She didn't finish her words, but the two of them understood each other tacitly. The other party must have known that Director Wang was investigating the deaf old lady and came to silence her.

After Hua Shier answered the phone, he rushed to the street office and told them about what happened.

Director Wang was a little out of breath and sighed softly, "It's a pity that we didn't catch him alive, otherwise we would definitely find clues if we follow the clues!"

Hua Twelve laughed: "Auntie Wang, you have already guessed who has the problem, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have encountered this kind of danger!"

Director Wang was silent for a while, then he said with a slight breath: "But I have no evidence!"

Hua Twelve smiled: "This is easy. I have a way to make the other party reveal his true colors, but Aunt Wang, you have to cooperate with me!"

After he finished speaking, he smiled at the hopeful-looking chief surgeon:

"Do you want to learn the surgical skills I just performed? If you want to learn, I can teach you!"

The chief surgeon's eyes lit up: "Are you serious?"

Hua Twelve nodded: "But you have to do me a favor too."

Half an hour later, Director Wang, with a pale face, was pushed out of the operating room.

At this time, many police officers were already waiting outside. The deputy director who I met yesterday came forward and greeted them:

"Chief Hua, how is Director Wang doing?"

  Hua Shier looked at the chief surgeon, who had a serious expression on his face.

"The patient has completed the operation, but because of the serious injuries, he has not yet passed the critical period. If he wakes up by this time tomorrow, he will be truly out of danger. Then there will be nothing to worry about. Now everyone, please make way and don't disturb the patient's rest. Let's take the patient to the ward!"

That night, in the inpatient department of the Sixth Hospital, a figure in a white coat and a mask walked through the corridor, silently pushed open the door of an independent ward, and walked in quietly.

At this time, the ward was empty except for the patient lying on the bed.

The patient was lying on his side with his back to the door. He looked petite, which was the same as the target. The white coat had already inquired about the patient and found out that the patient's injuries prevented him from lying on his back, so he had no doubt about his lying on his side. He took out a dagger from his waist. The dagger was flashing a cold blue light. It was obvious that the dagger had been smeared with poison, which would kill instantly if it struck blood.

The man in the white coat walked cautiously to the bedside, stretched out the dagger and slashed it towards the patient's neck. Suddenly, the patient reached back and grabbed his wrist accurately as if he had eyes behind his head.

The patient on the bed turned around and said helplessly, "Why don't you at least confirm your target? You just come in and start attacking me. You want to be brutal, right?"

The person pretending to be Director Wang and lying on the bed was Hua Twelve.

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