Chapter 62

Taking Luo Fusheng back to the Lin Mansion inconveniently, Lin Ruomengyang and Huang Xinghan came to help. Huang Xinghan hesitated and agreed. The car drove to a small western-style building that Huang Xinghan bought.

The Wang Ma in charge was frightened when Huang Xinghan helped a man covered in blood to come in. Quickly close the door. “Master, why did you recruit such a big target to come back? I heard that something big happened on Tanggu Road. The Japanese are watching very closely now. Be careful to expose you too.”

Lin Ruomeng pursed her lips. She knew that Huang Xinghan was an important figure in the organization faction in Shanghai. Just making this request by myself is indeed a bit headstrong. If Huang Xinghan was lifted, it would be a great loss to the entire Shanghai revolutionary organization. But she really couldn’t just watch Luo Fusheng do nothing like this.

“Mother Wang, I have a sense of measure. Go and prepare some medical supplies. Then boil a pot of hot water and prepare two clean clothes.” Huang Xinghan had just witnessed everything in the hotel, although he did not know where Luo Fusheng’s true identity was. of. But currently they have a common enemy-the Japanese. He deserves to help.

Huang Xinghan took off his suit jacket and helped him onto the bed in the guest room. Without the cover of the jacket, a large blood stain on the lower abdomen was undoubtedly revealed. Because a period of time has passed, the shirt is stuck on the wound with blood scabs and can’t be taken off, and there will be less skin when it is pulled hard.

“It’s a gunshot wound. Ruomeng, go to the bookcase and bring me the scissors.”

Lin Ruomeng trot and handed the scissors, Huang Xinghan twisted the shirt around the wound, and then wet the shirt and slowly uncovered the piece of shirt. Although the movements were already very gentle, Luo Fusheng trembled in pain and woke up leisurely.

“Ruomeng…”

“It’s me.” Lin Ruomeng held his trembling hand and looked at Huang Xinghan. “Should I send such a serious injury to the hospital? We are not professional doctors. If only Xu Xingcheng was there…”

“Gunshot wounds are not ordinary injuries. Taking it to the hospital at this time is equivalent to telling the Japanese that he was involved in the disturbance. I have dealt with gunshot wounds before, so don’t worry too much.” Huang Xinghan comforted.

Wang Ma brought up all the things Huang Xinghan wanted, and accidentally saw the bloody wound. Long sighed: “Oh. What a sin was made by this.”

One sentence drew Lin Ruomeng’s tears down.

Huang Xinghan glanced at her, and he had some guesses about Lin Ruomeng’s feelings. “Mother Wang, go and guard at the door and pay attention to any changes outside.”

“Good.” Mother Wang put down what she was holding and went out.

Both Huang Xinghan and Lin Ruomeng washed their hands with hot water. “I don’t have anesthetics here, please bear with me.”

Luo Fusheng nodded weakly, Lin Ruomeng couldn’t bear it, and folded his handkerchief into a strip for him to bite.

Luo Fusheng wanted to say no, but seeing her teary eyes, he still held the handkerchief obediently.

Huang Xinghan poured iodine on the wound to disinfect the surrounding area. Luo Fusheng bit his handkerchief, his neck desperately leaned back, his abdominal muscles were tight, and he clenched his teeth without making a sound.

“When I dig the bullets later, you hold his shoulders and don’t let him move. How about I find two ropes to tie them to the head of the bed?”

Lin Ruomeng didn’t want him to suffer again. “No, I have strength.”

Her hand passed through the back of Luo Fusheng’s neck, and she adjusted a posture that made her strong and pressed his shoulder.

Huang Xinghan used alcohol to sterilize a pocket knife. The bullet was buried deep enough to be invisible to the naked eye. He gestured to the approximate location, winking at Lin Ruomeng. “Hold it down.”

“Um…” The knife went into the flesh, and crimson blood rushed out of the wound and seeped into the bed sheet underneath. Lin Ruomeng felt her body tremble uncontrollably, her throat rolled with a dull groan, and the handkerchief in her mouth was dyed red. Luo Fusheng didn’t dare to move, for fear of hurting Ruomeng, his fingers dig into the railing on the head of the bed, with sawdust in his nails.

Lin Ruomeng tilted his elbow and buried his head in his arms, preventing him from seeing the bloody wound. Luo Fusheng buried her on her shoulders, trying his best to resist the sharp pain, only snorted very lightly.

The knife cut open the surrounding flesh and blood, finally revealing the bullet’s head. Huang Xinghan put down the knife, picked up the tweezers and reached into the meat. The blood is slippery, and the small bullet is always unstable.

Luo Fusheng’s face was pale, and the broken hair between his forehead was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead. It looks like it will pass out in the next second. Huang Xinghan was also a little nervous, and his heart was crossed, as the tweezers went straight in and clamped the whole bullet.

“Uh…um…” Luo Fusheng clenched his handkerchief and leaned forward unconsciously. I watched the tweezers pick up a bullet and threw it in the plate. His eyes were dark for a while, and there was a heavy blood floating in the air. Lin Ruomeng only hoped that he could faint and suffer less.

Huang Xinghan told him: “Don’t let him sleep. It’s dangerous to faint now. I’ll change the basin of water.”

“Fusheng, wake up. Don’t you like to listen to me singing the opera? I will sing for you.” In a daze, Luo Fusheng felt that a hand was stroking his face, very gentle and comfortable. Then he heard the babble, babbling and crying.

The handkerchief in his mouth fell aside, and it was all red with blood. The head hangs slightly, and the chapped lips barely evoke an arc. “It’s so ugly.”

Lin Ruomeng broke into a smile, wanted to hit him, but couldn’t bear to actually start. “Sing as bad as it sounds. Sing until you can get up and stop my mouth.”

“Like this?” Luo Fusheng’s head tilted on her shoulders raised slightly and met her lips. She instantly felt a strong smell of blood hit her lips, and there was a smirk in his eyes. Lin Ruomeng was dumbfounded, in fact it was only a moment, his head leaned back on her shoulder weakly, and her neck was itchy with the soft shattered hair.

She woke up like a dream, and took out her hand like an electric shock. His head fell on the soft pillow and let out a cold breath.

Huang Xinghan, who had just come in with a basin of water, looked at Lin Ruomeng, who was flushed, not knowing why. “The wound needs stitches. Don’t move it.”

Lin Ruomeng sat back on the edge of the bed awkwardly and held his hand. Although he had closed his eyes, the corners of the smirking lips were still frozen. Lin Ruomeng suddenly felt certain that he would be fine. The so-called scourge left for a thousand years refers to this kind of person.

The cold needle and thread walked on the skin, like being bitten by an ant. A little bit of blood came out and was immediately sucked in by the white thread, not very painful. But there is a strange feeling in the body, cold and hot, and very weak. Also remember Lin Ruomeng’s request to stop sleeping. He clenched his teeth, pressed his lips into a straight line, panting hard.

Finally stitched up, Huang Xinghan was also bloodstained. “There is anti-inflammatory medicine at the bedside. You can feed him and give him a good rest.”

After feeding him the medicine, he immediately fell into a drowsy sleep. The forehead is burning hot, and the body will tremble intermittently, presumably the wound is too painful.

Lin Ruomeng was afraid that he would be uncomfortable sleeping, so he wiped the veil with clean water, and carefully wiped off the blood stains and traces of camouflage on his face, revealing his original white and handsome face. Jade Yan Luo is really not for nothing. Yeah.

Some sweet thoughts have not yet dispersed, and suddenly I remembered what Uncle Pang said to her at the beach that day.

[“Do you know how his father died?”

“It was shot by your father, because Lin Daoshan thought Luo Jing killed your mother, so he hurt him. But I would never believe this kind of nonsense. People next to him may not know it, but Luo I can’t know the relationship between Jing and Xia Anni more clearly. He would rather have his own wounds and holes, than touch your mother’s hair. Then Luo Shizi Hong Zhengbao also said what they saw with their own eyes. The three brothers of Wang went into battle, and he watched Lin Daoshan kill Luo Jing. The poor Floating child was also there and witnessed it with his own eyes.”

“Oh. By the way. I forgot that you were there too. They said you were scared and disappeared. Lin Daoshan has been looking for you all these years. I heard that you have forgotten all those things in the past?”

Lin Ruomeng nodded quietly, always feeling listening to other people’s stories. “You just said, what is the relationship between my mother and Uncle Luo?”

When Lin Ruomeng returned to the Lin family, she heard that her father loved her so much when her mother was alive, and even almost wanted to get married with her aunt Wang’s for the sake of her mother. Later, his mother died unexpectedly and his father was heartbroken and married again. With such deep affection, how could the mother have another person in her heart?

“When Luo Jing and your mother met in Wei, if she hadn’t insisted on pursuing some dream, becoming a movie star attracted men from all walks of life. They should have been married long ago. Later, Luo Jing, Hong Zhengbao and I formed the Hong Gang. It was when our three brothers were young and energetic. Hong Zhengbao had a rift with Luo Jing for your mother, and it was almost to the point of life and death. I also quit the Hong Gang and lived in seclusion in this Chongming Village. Your mother is also a passionate woman, so she doesn’t want to marry. I gave it to Lin Daoshan, who was still a small section chief of the Department of Economics at that time. The hearts of the two of them were destroyed, and they were rehabilitated. But I know she still has Luo Jing in her heart, otherwise how would you call Ruomeng… “

Floating like a dream, what a beautiful name. It was an agreement between the mother and another man.

Lin Ruomeng couldn’t recover for a long time. It turned out that the truth she believed was only the tip of the iceberg. What lies between her and Luo Fusheng is the vengeance of killing her father and mother. No wonder he wants to never see each other again in this life. 】

Lin Ruomeng shook his head to throw away these messy thoughts, picked up a basin of dirty water that had been dyed pink and walked downstairs.

The wooden ladder of the old house made a creaking sound, and Huang Xinghan looked up.

“Can you borrow your kitchen for a use?” Lin Ruomeng handed over the copper basin to Mother Wang.

After some tossing, Huang Xinghan’s hungry chest was pressed against his back, and he was eating dinner prepared by Wang’s mother. “Here is ready-made, let’s have some together!”

“No. I’ll make some porridge. He can only eat liquid food when he wakes up.”

Wang Ma led Lin Ruomeng to the kitchen, leaving Huang Xinghan sitting in the dining room looking upstairs thoughtfully.

Half an hour later, Lin Ruomeng came out with a bowl of red date porridge. The white glutinous rice porridge is decorated with a few Shandong red dates, which is really beautiful. “There is still a big pot in the kitchen, you can drink a little if you like.”

She opened the door with the porridge, but her smile was frozen on her lips. The bed was empty, the quilt was lifted, and the white curtains on the second floor fluttered in the breeze.

Except for the wet blood on the bed and the blood-stained clothes on the floor. There is no trace of him.

Lin Ruomeng walked to the bed and put down the porridge bowl in his hand. He picked up the blood-stained white handkerchief that fell on the pillow and carried it into his arms.

When this person is not sober, he is very presumptuous. As soon as I wake up, I know to escape…coward.