High Score Movie Life

Chapter 183 Aunt

The main hall is open and spacious, and it becomes even brighter when the lights are turned on.

First, he laid the person flat on the long table. He didn't dare to tear the blood-soaked clothes directly with his hands. He specially found scissors from the butterfly clothes room and carefully cut open the damaged thick cheongsam.

When the scissors opened the bellyband, there were two stab wounds on the chest and abdomen. The wounds were long but not deep. The internal organs were not damaged, but the bleeding continued.

Fortunately, He Shen is a person who is prepared for danger in times of crisis. He always has various medicines at home, including antipyretics and analgesics, cold and cold medicines, laxatives and antidiarrheal medicines, and anti-inflammatory medicines for gold sores.

Firstly, the needles were roasted and sterilized, and then the wound was slowly sutured, with a slightly rough technique.

Doing so will definitely leave scars, which she asked for, and she can't blame others.

As for tetanus, let nature take its course.

It took a lot of time to suture the four wounds, and I felt Miss Gong Er's heartbeat and breath. Her breath was as thin as silk, and she might burp at any time!
But the current conditions are too poor to allow blood transfusions, and there is no defibrillation equipment, but there is Guibo Zhenqi.

First, two channels of true energy were injected into Miss Gong Er's body, one to protect the heart and the other to maintain the lungs. Then, the true energy was controlled to flow throughout her body, opening up the blood pathways that had been blocked due to excessive blood loss.

After the danger to her life was eliminated, He Shen picked up the alcohol-soaked silk cloth, carefully wiped her wound, then applied gold and sulfonamide, covered it with gauze bandage and tied it tightly.

After doing all this, half an hour later, before Dieyi returned, the old slave Jiang Shu fell down beside the stove fire from exhaustion.

He Shen gently opened the lid of the pot, took a basin of boiling water, and went back to the house to wipe Gong Ruomei's body.

The cheongsam was stained with blood, cut into pieces, and thrown directly into the fire, as were the embroidered trousers and shoes.

Now the beautiful lady was lying alone on the long table, wearing only a boxer briefs and her chest and abdomen were covered with bandages.

After wiping his body, he slowly picked him up and placed him gently on the bed in the west room's bedroom.

He carefully covered her with a quilt and stood beside the bed to inject two bursts of Qi again to prevent her from shock and sudden death.

After that, at regular intervals, you need to inject Qi, and wait until your breathing is steady and your heartbeat is strong before stopping.

There were two muffled sounds from the front door. Cheng Dieyi quickly walked into the main room with his hands spread out. When he saw a basin of hot water on the table, he immediately put his red and bloody hands in and complained.
"It's so dirty! Don't let me do this job next time, it's bloody and cruel."

"I understand. Let me change the basin for you. I just finished wiping Miss Gong's body with this one."

"Wow... that's disgusting. Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Cheng Dieyi quickly raised his hands, turned around and ran out.

He Shen picked up the basin and muttered: "As for it?"

Walking into the kitchen fire room, the old man was still soundly asleep. He probably would have been warmer by the fire, so he unconsciously leaned forward and almost got in.

He Shen put down the washbasin and gave him a kick, saying, "Uncle Jiang, wake up!"

The old guy seemed to be frightened, so he stood up from the ground, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and slashed around.

The movement was so violent that he threw the dead monkey out of his arms. He Shen raised his hand to catch it. When he checked that it was still alive, he couldn't help but let out a trace of his true energy. The little monkey trembled and immediately lost half of his life.

Seeing the old guy alive and well, I guess his health is fine, so he got angry at this, so it's better not to sleep in the guest room, it's better to sleep in the firewood room.

The figure flashed past the blade, and the man was already close to the back of the old man. He raised his arm and hit the back of the head with a knife, and the old man fell down in response.

Late at night,

He Shen sat on the chair next to the bed and took a nap.

The woman on the bed was out of danger, her eyebrows relaxed and she fell asleep peacefully.

There were faint sounds of shouting, abuse, and noise in the distance outside the window, accompanied by sporadic gunshots, which inadvertently woke He Shen.

As for his junior brother Cheng Dieyi, he couldn't sleep all night. He slipped out of Heshen's window three or four times in a row and found various excuses when he was discovered.

Either say hello, or pretend to care about Miss Gong.

The last time he claimed that he was scared and wanted to chat with his senior brother, He Shen couldn't bear it anymore and threatened: "Go back to bed quickly, or I'll beat you up!"

Unexpectedly, he stopped sleeping at all and sat directly on the stone bench in the courtyard, looking at the Lang Lang night sky and feeling sad for spring and autumn.

Women are hypocritical!

At sunrise in the early morning, He Shen entered the courtyard carrying breakfast and heard the sound of metal fighting and two people scolding each other.

"You're such a shameless boy! That's your sister-in-law's room, you're not allowed to enter it casually."

"Old guy, stop talking nonsense! That's my senior brother's dormitory. It's just a temporary residence for a scorpion spirit."

"You still dare to quibble, look at the knife!"

"Immortal old man, take my sword!"

There was another crackle, and He Shen lowered his head and pretended not to see it, carefully bypassing the battle circle and heading to the main room.

What kind of advice are you trying to persuade? He has no such leisure.

Both of them are in the state of energy transformation, and no one or two hundred moves can tell the difference between victory and defeat. When they are tired from fighting, whoever has better physical strength will be the winner.

By noon, the courtyard was finally quiet.

Cheng Dieyi was tired both mentally and physically, so she said hello to He Shen and went back to the bedroom to catch up on her sleep.

As for Uncle Jiang, who lost the fight, he was dissatisfied and dissatisfied. Knowing that his young lady was fine, he went out to Caishikou alone to find out the news from his old buddy.

Heshen was bored and casually looked through the things Miss Gong Er carried, including a student ID card from Nankai University and an unopened letter.

The student ID card is nothing to look at, and the black and white photo is quite scary.

The letter aroused his curiosity, because there was only one word "Lin" on the cover, which was probably written by a woman.

The letter was written to a person surnamed Lin, and the person who wrote the letter was definitely not Miss Gong Er, maybe also a woman.

never mind!It's better not to dismantle it, just wait for her to wake up and ask her.

Just as he was about to get up to check on his condition, the hospital door was pushed open again. The only one who dared to enter without warning was the theater troupe master Guan, besides Cheng Dieyi.

He left the room and saluted and asked: "I'm going to pay tribute to the master. Why do you have time to come here today? I heard that the troupe hired a dozen more children a few days ago. I haven't gone to see them for a while."

"How dare I trouble you? You and the Cheng family are from Peiping. If you want to see these hozens, just give them an order!" Master Guan held his chin in his hands and spoke with a strange tone.

"This can't be done. It's a disgrace to my disciples. Master, please take your place."

He Shen hurriedly apologized, and stretched out his hand to help Master Guan to sit down: "It's all my disciple's fault. It's not peaceful outside recently, and there is no peace and life, so I didn't visit you."

"There's no need to meet, you two just have to sing well, and it's best not to make trouble for me."

"Master, how do you say this?"

"You'll know if you go out and take a look. What are you talking about? Can you tighten your belt so that the troupe doesn't laugh at you?"

He Shen turned his head to look at the gate of the courtyard, but saw a barefoot woman stepping over the threshold, with a graceful figure, her head lowered and shy, walking all the way to He Shen, and said with a blessing: "Mr. Duan, do you remember the flower-filled chrysanthemum fairy?" ?”

This woman is very different from when we first met her. She has bare feet, no expensive ornaments, a tired look on her face, and a focused gaze.

History is always strikingly similar. He Shen only had one thought, but he didn't want it to be an excuse and returned to the beginning of the plot.

"Miss Juxian, you are fine. You are so pure. Could it be that you have redeemed yourself?"

"That's right! The little girl has nothing to do with Huamanlou." Girl Juxian had never said so happily.This woman has already explained that what she did today is obvious.

Of course, He Shen wanted it. He was about to open the skylight and speak frankly when he suddenly remembered that there was a real wife lying in the house. Moreover, he was married into a married woman, and he didn't know if he could take in his aunt.

No matter, when the raw rice is cooked, they can neither eat nor return it.

"You came here today, but you have nowhere to go? Or maybe you lack the money?" He Shen asked, pretending to be dumbfounded but knowing everything.

Master Guan on the side had already seen through everything. He slapped his forehead and sighed. He stood up and glared at He Shen. He stretched out his hand and pointed at him tremblingly: "You can take care of yourself!"

After saying that, he walked out of the door with his hands behind his back.

Miss Juxian is not stupid either. He Shen just wants to get the right words and wait for her to take the initiative to speak.

"At the beginning, Mr. Duan promised Juxian that if something came to his door, he would do whatever he could to deal with it. Can you believe it?"

"Of course it's credible, Miss Juxian, but it doesn't matter!"

Unexpectedly, He Shen still kept his promise, and Juxian let go of most of his hanging heart.

In this case, why not go a little overboard, just in case it comes true!

"Now I am a little girl with no friends and nowhere to go. I hope Mr. Duan can take me in. If Mr. Duan is not married yet, can he marry me?"

"sure, no problem."

He Shen's answer was quite straightforward, which was beyond Juxian's expectations. The startled girl raised her head to see if He Shen was lying to her.

"Let me declare that although I am not married, I am engaged. If I marry you, I can only be my concubine, that is, my concubine."

As soon as these words came out, Ju Xian was dumbfounded and felt cheated.

Earlier, I specifically asked someone to inquire and found out that Duan Xiaolou from the Guan Family Theater Troupe was not married or related.

Why is this an engagement?
I couldn't help but yell at Heshen: "Engaged? Concubine? I escaped from Huamanlou through all the troubles, and I am not a concubine for others."

"Don't be angry yet. If you don't want this to go away, you can make another request." Although He Shen is greedy for beauty, he will not force others to do anything.

"I am penniless and alone. In these troubled times, a good body of meat will only attract hungry wolves to eat. You can trust me, but..."

Miss Juxian was very unwilling and had no other choice, she finally gritted her teeth and smashed the burden in her hand towards He Shen.

"It's cheap you bastard, hurry up and buy a pair of boots for my old lady, I'll freeze to death!"

He Shen was overjoyed. He caught the bundle with one hand and strode forward to hug Juxian. He held her in a princess hug.

"Wait a minute, madam, my husband will go shopping later. Let's go inside to warm up first."

"Deathly appearance! I thought you were noble at first, but I didn't expect you to be a pervert again."

"Regret? It's too late!"

The two entered the main room jokingly, followed into the bedroom, but saw a woman lying on the bed.

Whoops!How could I forget this? He Shen slapped his thigh and regretted it.

If I had known, I would have taken her to the guest room, maybe we could have kissed her.

Carried away!
"Who is she? Why is she in your bed?" Juxian pointed at the woman with an expressionless face, and then at Heshen.

Identity enters so quickly, and Shen must adapt.

"She is my fiancée. She was injured last night and is sleeping now."

"She looks pretty good, and has the same style as me, but it's a pity that she's too small."

"You take care of it for me first, and I'll give you a pair of shoes and some clothes and jewelry."

Ju Xian didn't answer, strode to the bed, stared carefully at the Sleeping Beauty, sneered and said, "If I poison her to death now, will you still marry me?"

He Shen quickly stepped forward: "This joke is not funny."

"I'm not kidding!"

It's not a joke, she really knows how to do it, He Shen stared at her movements, and said word by word: "If you kill her, I can only marry you!"

As if she heard the meaning of the words, Juxian smiled evilly and sat on the chair beside the bed, looking enviously at Miss Gong Er.

"Hurry up, the door will be closed later."

"My junior brother also lives here, you have to be careful about him."

"I have more experience dealing with men than you, don't worry."

"Relatively speaking, he may not be considered a man, so you should be cautious."

Juxian turned her head slightly questioning, as if thinking of something, then frowned slightly: "Duan, my mother followed you, not to rub the bed, I want to know the root, you need to know the bottom line."

"Absolutely not! Just wait and see what happens tonight."

After He Shen went out, he first went to Badaxiang to buy a set of outfits for Gong Ruomei, then went to Neiliansheng to buy women's shoes, and then went to the bank to pay some foreign money for emergencies.

The rickshaw was filled with large and small bags and was brought into the yard, only to see Cheng Dieyi and Uncle Jiang sitting opposite each other against the stone table.

One frowned, the other sighed.

He Shen thought to himself, these two bastards wouldn't have torn Miss Juxian into pieces.

"Juxian, I'm back, and I don't know if the shoe size is too big or too small, you have to try it yourself."

"Bring it in, Miss Gong is already awake, and I'm feeding her porridge."

You woke up so quickly, but you were seriously injured last night. Could it be that Guibo Qigong has a healing effect?Will test this later.

Entering the bedroom, the two women looked at him one after another. He Shen's face was as usual, and his heart was on pins and needles. He put down the large and small bags, picked out the pair of embroidered shoes, and stepped forward to put them on for Juxian.

Juxian sat on a chair, holding porridge in one hand and a porcelain spoon in the other. He stretched out his left foot and then his right foot, not dodging or dodging.

Gong Ruomei sat on the bed with her back on the pillow, coldly watching her fiancé fussing over another woman, who was feeding her porridge and calling her "sister".

The sad thing is that her fiancé saved her life last night and owed her a huge favor.

But favor does not equal love. Should I call him shameless and then mock this woman as a bitch?
But she didn't say anything. Her bones were full of stubbornness and strength.

"How does it feel? Is it the right size?"

"As long as you buy it, you can wear it anyway." He said, scooped a spoonful of meat porridge from the bowl, and handed it to Miss Gong Er's mouth.

Gong Ruomei simply kept out of sight and out of mind, just drank her own porridge, and waited for her health to recover.

He Shen did not let her go. He picked up the letter and asked, "When I was packing my clothes, I saw a letter in my sleeve. Is it important?"

"Where is the letter? Get it quickly!"

(End of this chapter)