r18novel Chapter 947 Treating Xiao Bao’s Injury
Chapter 947 Treating Xiao Bao’s Injury
Tong Ren's brows furrowed even more, his face dark as ink, almost dripping with water. The most troublesome thing right now was that the mastermind behind those mercenaries had actually slipped away during the chaos of the previous fight. As long as this thorn hidden in the dark was not removed, Gu Nan's family would always be under a constant threat, and they might fall victim to another attack one day. Sooner or later, disaster would befall them.
The wind from the courtyard carried the faint scent of blood, a chilling chill that pierced his nose. Tong Ren took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and suppress the turmoil in his heart. He turned to his subordinates and gave them a stern order: "Notify everyone immediately to expand the search area and seal off all surrounding intersections! Dispatch personnel and conduct a house-to-house search! Even if you have to dig deep underground, you must find those who have slipped through the net! We cannot let them escape. They will only bring disaster!"
He knew in his heart that the person who had been hanging around with Monkey and calling the shots behind the scenes was the real key, but unfortunately, he still didn't know their name. After being captured, Monkey was like a rock that couldn't be warmed, gritting his teeth and refusing to utter a single word despite being beaten or scolded. Clearly, he had undergone rigorous anti-interrogation training, and prying information from him was incredibly difficult.
Elsewhere, Xiao Bao, hiding in the shadows of a street corner, stared at the flashing police lights at the entrance of a distant alley, his face grim. He had never imagined the Public Security Bureau would arrive so quickly, bursting in like a swooping figure. He hadn't expected the beggars to be so skilled in fighting, his attacks swift and brutal, his moves tricky. He had already slashed several of his best men, and he himself had been slashed several times, the wound on his arm still aching.
He stumbled through two narrow alleys and hid in a secluded private clinic - this was his last stronghold. He definitely couldn't go back to his previous lair. Since the monkey was caught, the place had already become the focus of attention. Going back now would be like walking into a trap.
Xiao Bao leaned against the cold clinic wall, breathing heavily, sweat and blood dripping down his forehead. He thought to himself: Monkey was my personal disciple, he's tough and loyal, he definitely wouldn't betray me. But the other underlings were harder to say. Most of them were opportunistic and would likely give up their whereabouts if caught.
The clinic was extremely secluded, tucked away deep in an old alley, without even a prominent sign. Only he, Monkey, and Mazi knew about it. Meanwhile, the clinic's doctor, Wang Ran, had already sent his two temporary assistants home and hung a "Closed Today" sign at the door, keeping any potential trouble out and ensuring it wouldn't be disturbed by outsiders.
Wang Ran was a man in his thirties, dressed in a washed-out white coat and a pair of thin-framed glasses. He looked refined and refined. Seeing Xiao Bao stumble in, clutching his bleeding arm, his expression suddenly changed. He quickly put down the medicine bottle in his hand and went to greet him. "Brother Bao, what happened to you? Are you hurt so badly?" He quickly stepped forward and carefully lifted Xiao Bao's blood-soaked sleeve, revealing several deep knife wounds crisscrossing the body. The flesh was turned inside out, and dark red blood was still oozing out, soaking the shirt underneath. "And look at these wounds, they're all knife wounds. Did you fight with someone?"
Xiao Bao waved his hand, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper: "Don't ask any more questions, treat my injuries first. Hurry up, and once you're done, I need to leave here immediately and avoid the limelight."
Seeing this, Wang Ran didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly supported his arm and slowly moved him to the examination bed in the inner room. He turned around and took out disinfectant, cotton balls, gauze and suture needles and thread from the medicine cabinet, and then took out a bottle of anesthetic from the drawer. After carefully examining the wounds, Wang Ran couldn't help but take a breath - some of the wounds were only a hair's breadth away from the heart and arteries. If they were a little off, the consequences would be disastrous. His movements also became extremely careful. He first gently wiped the area around the wound with a cotton ball soaked in disinfectant, causing Xiao Bao to groan in pain. Then he slowly injected the anesthetic: "Brother Bao, these wounds are too deep and need to be sutured. The anesthetic will make it feel better."
In other places, Xiao Bao would never dare to use anesthetics so easily, fearing an ambush. But Wang Ran was different—he was single-handedly supported by Xiao Bao. Wang Ran still remembers a time when, as a child, he was begging on the street and another beggar stole half of his steamed bread, leaving him bruised and battered. It was Xiao Bao, who passed by, who rescued him and gave him two hot steamed buns. Later, when he was desperate and resorted to stealing to fill his stomach, he was caught and beaten half to death by the owner. It was Xiao Bao who happened to save him and, not only did he not despise him, he even paid for him to study medicine at a medical school, which led to the establishment of his small clinic today. He has always kept this kindness in his heart and will never forget it.
"Bear with it, Brother Bao, it'll be over soon," Wang Ran whispered. He picked up the needle and thread, his eyes focused as he began carefully stitching the wound. His movements were steady and swift, each stitch perfectly aligned with the flesh, ensuring proper healing while also minimizing Xiao Bao's pain. The only sounds in the clinic were the subtle clink of needle and thread through flesh and Xiao Bao's stifled breathing.
Wang Ran, huddled in the shadows of a street corner, was watching the passersby, plotting his next move when he caught sight of Xiao Bao passing by. The man, dressed in a short black jacket, walked with a swift breeze, his trouser pockets bulging, revealing he was carrying a considerable amount of stuff, perhaps a purse. Wang Ran swallowed, his hands and feet trembling slightly. He had only been in this business for a few days, and he felt a mixture of nervousness and inexplicable excitement. He quietly followed him, intending to find an opportunity to steal the money.
In fact, Xiao Bao had already noticed that there was a little tail behind him. He caught a glimpse of a half-grown child out of the corner of his eye. He was as thin as a bean sprout and wearing old clothes that didn't fit him. He didn't take it seriously and just thought it was some kid wandering around. He turned into a secluded alley by himself.
Wang Ran had no idea what was going on here, but he saw this as a good opportunity. Since the alley was deserted, it was a perfect time to strike. He gritted his teeth and slipped in, his palms sweating and his heart pounding—this was the first time he'd dared to get so close to someone.
Xiao Bao stood in the middle of the alley with his back to him, seemingly observing the weeds at the base of the wall, feigning obliviousness. Wang Ran tiptoed closer, holding his breath, and imitating the technique he'd secretly watched others practice, his fingers swiftly reaching into Xiao Bao's pockets. Though he hadn't taken a disciple and had learned the technique entirely on his own, he'd practiced it for so long that he'd become quite adept. With a flick of his fingertips, he retrieved the item from his pocket, clutched it in his palm, and turned to run.