Chapter 1377 - 411: [Go Ask Your Dad]

Chapter 1377: Chapter 411: [Go Ask Your Dad]

Chapter 411 [Ask Your Father]

"Angie has congenital anemia and occasionally passes out when her emotions get too intense." Wu’s lips moved, his voice hoarse: "She, she..."

"She’s fine, I carried her back to her room." Chen Yan shook his head: "But your problem is quite serious."

Wu snorted, furrowing his brows, his voice carrying a hint of pain.

"The bullet just grazed your shoulder, it’s not serious. You got shot in the stomach, it’s a through-and-through, the bullet pierced through your body and didn’t stay inside, so that’s not a problem.

But for your leg, the bullet is lodged in the bone, I have to take it out."

Wu froze for a moment and looked down at himself.

He was lying on the dining table in his living room at that moment.

Bandages were wrapped around his shoulder and abdomen.

On the left side of his thigh...

Wu rolled his eyes, knowing where that sharp pain was coming from now.

This young tenant, holding a knife in his hand—looked like the pointed kitchen knife from his own kitchen!

He was gripping the knife, cutting into Wu’s left thigh!

Watching him cut open his wound, Wu’s vision almost darkened.

Not because of the pain, but because...

Damn, this guy’s movements didn’t look like he was treating a wound but more like... a butcher dismembering livestock!

"You... you... your movements..."

"Sorry, I’ve never treated a gunshot wound before, in fact, I don’t know any medical techniques, and never learned any emergency procedures."

Chen Yan spoke casually, but his hands didn’t stop, not even glancing at Wu, just focused on the knife cutting into Wu’s thigh.

Blood flowed from the dining table to the floor.

Wu even began to wonder if he would bleed out before being treated.

For a moment there, he regretted having his daughter seek Chen Yan’s help.

He simply instinctively felt that this young tenant might also be someone with a special identity—a formidable character, like himself.

People like him would naturally know some emergency first aid methods and wound treatment techniques, wouldn’t they?

That’s basic necessary skill, isn’t it?

Simple cuts and gunshot wounds should be easily handled, right?

Whereas this guy’s technique was... like cutting lamb ribs?

"Man, there are major arteries in human thighs, don’t sever my artery or I’m dead meat!"

Wu’s voice struggled.

"Well, then just take a nap, maybe when you wake up I’ll have finished treating you." Chen Yan’s tone remained calm.

"Damn it... you’re treating my wound, aren’t you going to give me some kind of anesthetic?"

"Didn’t bring any." Chen Yan shook his head: "I never carry that stuff with me."

Wu exhaled a heavy breath; he was actually in a cold sweat from the pain.

If it weren’t for his past experiences that had hardened his nerves like steel, an ordinary person would have screamed like a pig being slaughtered by now!

"Wu, you’re a tough guy, I mess with your wound and you can still chat with me nonchalantly." Chen Yan raised his head to glance at Wu.

Wu rolled his eyes.

Nonchalant?

Damn it, I’m in so much pain I feel like I’ve almost crushed my back molars!

Whiz, a stream of blood spurted from the wound, splattering onto Chen Yan’s shoulder.

Chen Yan was the one truly unfazed, then with even more brute force, he used one hand to pry open the wound, and the other hand held the knife, stabbing in with force... and pried.

Clink!

A bullet finally came out, and Chen Yan grabbed it, tossing it onto the nearby table.

"It’s out!" Chen Yan exhaled.

He looked at Wu again, who was groaning in pain, eyes rolling.

"Next, I have to stitch up the wound for you... hmm, I’m not professional at this either, can you stay awake and teach me how to stitch?"

"I... damn... mom..."

Wu finally passed out.

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"Sh*t, really passed out?"

Chen Yan indeed didn’t know how to stitch a wound.

Isn’t that obvious?

Besides professionals who studied medicine, what average person knows this stuff?

Yet Chen Yan wasn’t fazed; Wu wouldn’t die in his hands anyway, so he went ahead and tried.

He found a sewing needle in Wu’s home.

Yes, the most common type of sewing needle, and the thread was just simple sewing thread.

Actually, Wu had an emergency kit hidden in his room, but Chen Yan didn’t know, nor did he bother to search.

Threaded the needle and started stitching—just going by feel, treating Wu like a rag doll. Anyway, just stitching the cut wound together is fine, right?

A bit ugly... messy and numerous stitches, sewn all crooked...

Anyway, Wu as an elderly man probably wouldn’t care about such things, right? He’s of such an age, why worry about looking good?

After doing all this, Chen Yan was actually feeling a bit fatigued.

He exhaled, tossed the needle and thread aside, then looked at the still unconscious Wu.

Blood loss was significant, Wu’s breathing grew weaker and weaker.

However...

Chen Yan reached into his pocket, pulling out something.

This was a Bone Pill.

This was a life-saving medicine Chen Yan brought with him.

Heaven-Licking Dao is one thing, but in really dire emergency situations, Chen Yan prioritized preserving life.

So, carrying a few life-saving measures was always necessary.

If not used, it doesn’t count as breaking the rules.

A Bone Pill was crushed by Chen Yan and put into Wu’s mouth, then he clenched Wu’s throat, gently a few times, and made Wu swallow it.