A few minutes later, He Sheng took Su Xiang out of the repair shop and opened the passenger door of the passenger car. He Sheng carried Su Xiang into the car. After that, He Sheng walked around to the driving seat of the car and opened the door to get on the car.

After getting on the car, He Sheng turned his head and looked at Su Xiang. After hesitating for two seconds, he tied up a seat belt for Su Xiang and then started the car.

"He Sheng, you... aren't you injured?" Su Xiang realized that He Sheng had no injuries at all. His left hand was bleeding before, but now, Su Xiang saw that the wound on He Sheng's hand healed.

He Sheng turned his head and looked at Su Xiang: "I'm fine. It was just a martial art that could heal wounds by itself."

That's right, He Sheng's left hand was indeed injured, and his back was also slashed by Xia Yuan from his neck to his waist.

However, while He Sheng was hit by this sword, he used the second master's technique. The true energy instantly healed himself, spending half of his true energy, and the wound on He Sheng's body healed directly.

This technique is called the Immortal Body, and He Sheng rarely uses it. That's because this technique can only be used five times in his life. Every time he uses it, the true energy will have a huge impact on the body and will at least lose ten years of life.

If he used it five times in a row, He Sheng would lose 50 years of life, and he would probably not live forty years.

"Does your feet still hurt?" He Sheng asked in a gentle tone.

Su Xiang looked at her feet. Her calves had dyed her legs red and her shoes were covered with blood.

"I...I'm fine..." Su Xiang replied.

He Sheng glanced at Su Xiang, then took out his cell phone.

"Uncle Han, are you at home?" The phone call was answered, and He Sheng shouted.

"Oh, I'm at home, He Sheng, are you going to come here?"

"A friend here is shot and can't find a place to go. Uncle Han, please find a way to prepare a clean scalpel, tweezers, gauze, and disinfected iodine. I'll come here immediately." He Sheng said.

Han Huazhong on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and then quickly replied: "Okay, I'll ask Xiaowei to buy these things right now. Come here first, I'll make a clean room for you."

"Um."

Putting down his phone, He Sheng speeded up the car.

Su Xiang leaned on the chair, her feet trembling slightly. Seeing He Sheng’s speed fast, she whispered: “He Sheng, don’t drive so fast…”

"It's time to stop the bleeding." He Sheng replied.

It usually takes half an hour to get there, but He Sheng only took fifteen minutes. When the car entered the community, He Sheng's car even accelerated and shook his tail, drifted through a corner, and entered the community.

The car was parked at Han Huazhong's doorstep. He Sheng quickly got out of the car and carried Su Xiang from the co-pilot. He Sheng quickly ran into the room.

The doors of the house were all open. As soon as He Sheng came in, Han Huazhong ran up immediately.

Seeing that Su Xiang's feet were covered in blood, Han Huazhong was shocked.

"He Sheng, this... here, the room is here, I'll take you there!" Han Huazhong hurriedly trotted.

In the living room, Han Wei, who was wiping his hair while sitting on the sofa, also stood up, staring at He Sheng and Su Xiang in amazement. After hesitating for a moment, he grabbed a bag on the table and followed in.

In the room, He Sheng placed Su Xiangping on the bed. Su Xiang's face turned pale as paper due to excessive blood loss.

"Brother Sheng, I have bought all the things, and they are all... in the bag." Han Wei handed the bag in his hand to He Sheng.

He Sheng looked at Han Huazhong and his son, and then said, "You go out first and bring it with you."

The father and son nodded immediately, looked at each other, hurried out of the room, and closed the door of the room.

Su Xiang was wearing a pair of jeans with a look. He Sheng walked to the bed and didn't have time to think about it, so he tore off the two legs of his pants with his hands.

Looking at the wound, the bullet on the left foot hit the knee, the right foot hit the calf. The bullet on the calf rubbed the leg bone and fell into the flesh. On the knee of the left foot, the bullet seemed to break the tendons.

He Sheng frowned very tightly. It was urgent that he had to take out the bullet first. However, this meant that Su Xiang would be in pain because there was no anesthesia.

If you go to the hospital, gunshot wounds are bound to be troublesome. Even if He Sheng shows his ID, the hospital will still investigate the situation.

"Su Xiang, it may be a little painful..." He Sheng walked to Su Xiang and said softly.

Su Xiang pursed her lips and replied softly: "It's okay..."

"Okay, then you can hold on." After saying this, He Sheng walked to the foot of the bed and picked up the bag given by Han Wei.

Han Wei bought a lot of things, and there were three volumes of gauze alone, two medical scalpels, medical tweezers and medical needles and thread. These surgical items are not sold in ordinary pharmacies unless they are presented with a physician qualification certificate. Han Wei could buy them, so it should have cost a lot of money.

He took out the iodine wine, disinfected the scalpel and tweezers, and then wiped it clean with gauze.

The bullet on the right foot is easier to deal with. He Sheng used a scalpel to gently cut the wound, and the bullet came out with a clamp of tweezers.

However, Su Xiang was so painful that her whole body was tense. She grabbed the bed sheet with both hands, her face full of ferociousness.

Seeing this, He Sheng's face looked a little ugly. He frowned and then began to suture Su Xiang's wound.

At this time, the faster He Sheng moves, the less pain Su Xiang will be. However, when He Sheng sees Su Xiang enduring the pain, he will always feel a little anxious.

The right foot was fine, but He Sheng was worried about Su Xiang's left foot. The bullet penetrated the tendons of Su Xiang's knees. If it was not cured, Su Xiang could only bend his feet when walking backwards, which was no different from a cripple.

The bed sheets were covered with blood. He Sheng quickly sewed Su Xiang’s wound on his right foot and bandaged Su Xiang with gauze.

He Sheng began to deal with Su Xiang's left foot. He would use a scalpel to gently cut the wound, and the bullet was below the kneecap, but to He Sheng's surprise, the bullet was stuck in the kneecap and leg bones.

He Sheng took out the tweezers and gently clamped one end of the bullet. Then, he pulled it out with force.

The bullet was taken out!

Su Xiang's body trembled violently in pain.

Blood gushed out along the wound, and He Sheng could not see the damage to the tendons inside the wound!

After hesitating for a moment, He Sheng took out two needles.

The right hand holding the hair needle was trembling, and He Sheng's expression also became a little painful.

After the true qi was injected into the needle, He Sheng quickly stabbed the needle on both sides of Su Xiang's left knee and wrapped the wound with gauze.

When he stood up, He Sheng felt a little dizzy and almost fell on the bed.

He Sheng, who had already used two skills, now uses true qi to acupuncture, and the true qi in his body has been exhausted. Although He Sheng has used the immortal ghost body, He Sheng is not injured now, but these two slits are undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back for He Sheng.

Holding his body, He Sheng opened the door to the room.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Han Huazhong and his son immediately ran over from the living room.

"He Sheng, what's wrong with you?" Han Huazhong asked with concern when he saw He Sheng's face was pale.

He Sheng said, "Uncle Han, make a basin of hot water for me..."

"Okay!" Han Huazhong turned his head and looked at Han Wei.

Han Wei immediately replied: "I'll go."
Chapter completed!