Skilled in managing a house

"It's quite a coincidence." A smile appeared on Pan Yun's face, but immediately after, she groaned in pain, "Uh."

There were military thorns inserted into her thighs. When she got into the car and ran for her life, it was inevitable that there would be a collision. In his desperation, Pan Yun had forgotten the pain. Now that he was in a safe place, it hurt. This feeling of pain was simply heartbreaking. Biting to the bone.

Zhang Yu lowered his head and saw the military thorn inserted into Pan Yun's leg. The blood had stained his jeans red. He recognized it immediately and said: "It's a three-edged thorn! Let's go to the hospital quickly!"

After saying that, he started to pedal.

"No!" He didn't want to, but Pan Yun stopped him loudly.

"Why? You have been hit by a three-edged thorn. It will be very dangerous if you don't get it removed at the hospital!" Zhang Yu said eagerly.

The three-sided thorn has a blood groove. As long as it is pulled out, blood will spurt out immediately. If the bleeding cannot be stopped immediately, life will be lost on the spot. Generally speaking, few people who are hit by a three-pointed thorn can save their lives. Fortunately, Pan Yun only received a blow on his leg. As long as he is treated in time, his life should not be in danger. However, if the treatment is not appropriate, it may also cause injuries. disabled.

"I can't go to the hospital. If my mother finds out, I can no longer be a patrol officer! I know there is a surgical clinic, let's go there." Pan Yun said through gritted teeth.

Her mother was originally opposed to her being a police officer for serious crimes. If she was injured this time, if her mother knew about it, she would have even more reasons not to let her continue to be a police officer.

"This is a three-edged thorn. Can an ordinary small clinic handle it?" Zhang Yu said worriedly.

"It's okay! Let's go quickly!" Pan Yun pointed to the front and said.

Seeing Pan Yun questioning this, Zhang Yu could only nod. He quickly pedaled and carried Pan Yun to the surgical clinic she mentioned.

Normally, surgical clinics treat injuries of people from the martial arts world. Ordinary people only go there to treat injuries caused by falls. Real trauma does not go there. Because if it is a minor skin injury, there is no need to see a doctor. If it is a serious injury, you will go to a big hospital. Only those who are on the street and cannot go to a regular hospital should go there.

As a patrol officer, Pan Yun naturally knew some surgical clinics. Under her guidance, they soon arrived at a clinic. The rolling shutter door of the clinic was closed, Zhang Yu said: "His house is closed!"

"Go and break down the door, there's someone inside!" Pan Yun said.

Zhang Yu stopped the car, came to the door and started banging on the door. Sure enough, after a while, an old man's voice sounded inside, "Who is it?"

"Uncle, someone is injured, please open the door quickly!" Zhang Yu shouted.

The rolling shutter door slowly opened, and an old man who could be sixty years old stood inside the door.

Zhang Yu pointed at Pan Yun and said, "She has been stabbed. Treat her quickly."

However, the old man said, "Isn't this Captain Pan? What's wrong?"

"Let's talk after we go in!" Pan Yun said through gritted teeth.

As a patrol officer, you have to deal with some surgical clinics, because some injured gangsters dare not go to regular hospitals for treatment, and their injuries have to be treated, so they can only find such a place.

Zhang Yu returned to Pan Yun and reached out to help her into the clinic. But after taking just one step, Pan Yun groaned in pain. Now, she couldn't move her right leg at all.

Seeing that Pan Yun was sweating all over his head in pain, Zhang Yu said, "I'm sorry!"

After saying that, he bent down and hugged Pan Yun. The moment she picked her up, Pan Yun gritted her teeth in pain, and her face turned pale. Seeing Pan Yun's appearance, Zhang Yu couldn't help but secretly admire him. If this were an ordinary woman, she would probably scream.

Pan Yun hooked Zhang Yu's neck with his left hand, and Zhang Yu carried her into the clinic. Zhang Yu could clearly feel that Pan Yun's body was trembling, which showed how painful she was now.

The old man led the two of them into the medical room. Previously, because there was no light, he could not see Pan Yun's injury clearly. He thought it was an ordinary stab wound. Now that the light in the medical room was bright, he could also clearly see the wound inserted in Pan Yun's thigh. The knife is a three-edged thorn.

The old man trembled immediately and said nervously: "Pan, Captain Pan, this is a three-edged thorn. I, I can't do it. You have to go to a big hospital. I can't see it here."

"I'm not going to the hospital, I'll stay here with you!" Pan Yun said in a positive tone: "Just take out the knife and bandage it for me!"

"No, no, no." How could the old man dare to comply? He shook his head like a rattle and said, "I'm really not good at it. I will become disabled easily."

"It's okay! Just treat me if I ask you to!" Pan Yun said in a commanding tone.

But the old man was trembling and still just shook his head. He really didn't dare. Pan Yun was on patrol. If he pulled out the three-edged thorn for Pan Yun, he would most likely be disabled. After all, the equipment of this surgical clinic is limited and far inferior to that of a regular hospital. If Pan Yun is treated by him, he will not be able to afford compensation if he becomes disabled.

Seeing that the old man still refused to agree, Pan Yun was so anxious that he shouted: "What are you afraid of? If something happens, I will bear it myself!"

"Then I don't dare," the old man said carefully.

Zhang Yu could tell that Pan Yun didn't want to go to the hospital, and the old doctor didn't dare to treat Pan Yun's injuries.

He thought for a moment and said, "Otherwise, let me do it."

"You?" The old man looked at Zhang Yu in surprise and said, "Young man, this is a three-edged thorn. It may not be possible to go to the hospital. If you don't understand, you may be disabled after pulling it out."

Pan Yun naturally didn't believe Zhang Yu, but the old man refused and she couldn't go to the hospital, so she had to ask: "Can you do it?"

"I'm not 100% sure, but this knife can't stay in your leg forever. Uncle, get me some Panax notoginseng and some gauze." Zhang Yu said seriously.

"This" the old man looked at Pan Yun.

Pan Yun hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth and asked, "You said you're not 100% sure, so how sure are you?"

"Eighty percent!" Zhang Yu said.

"Okay! Then I'll let you cure me. You saved my life anyway. Uncle, do as he says." Pan Yun said solemnly.

"You're 80% sure if you believe him." The uncle looked unbelieving. Let alone here, even if you go to a big hospital, you can't say that there is an 80% certainty that there will be no disability after pulling out the three-sided thorn.

"I told him to treat it, so let him treat it. Why are you nagging? Get the things quickly!" Pan Yun said loudly.

"Okay, okay" Seeing Pan Yun getting angry, the old man didn't dare to neglect and quickly brought what Zhang Yu wanted.

Zhang Yu only wanted panax notoginseng and gauze, but the old man prepared some more, including hemostatic forceps, sterilized cotton balls, and cotton.

Zhang Yu asked Pan Yun to lie down. Her jeans were covered in blood and it was impossible to take them off now. Zhang Yu used scissors to cut off a large piece around the three-sided thorn.

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