South to North: A Prison Guard at the Beginning

Chapter 119 Seriously injured and comatose

At this moment, Yuan Mu felt a burning sensation in his chest and breathing became difficult. He was dazed and fell backwards uncontrollably, but seemed to be caught by someone. He vaguely saw that the person who caught him was the old man.

In fact, Yuan Mu stepped forward to block the bullet for this man not for any other reason. He did not know that the other party was Zhou Zhennan, and did not know the other party's identity. The reason why he was willing to block the bullet for the other party was entirely out of his sense of mission as a police officer.

He has been a soldier in the army for so many years, and the words "loyalty to the motherland and loyalty to the people" are no longer empty words in his heart. If he were anyone else, he would step forward to take the bullet today. He does not regret it. As for whether he would die or not, that is not within his consideration.

Under the circumstances at that time, if he hesitated for a second longer, something unexpected would happen, so he could only move forward subconsciously.

At this time, Yuan Mu felt that his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred. Many people appeared in front of him. They seemed to be shouting something, but he could not hear them at all. So he slowly closed his eyes.

"Call! Call a doctor! Hurry up!" At this time, Mr. Zhou was half-kneeling beside Yuan Mu, pressing his shirt tightly on his wound with his right hand. At this time, the white shirt was soaked with blood.

His eyes were red at this time and he was yelling at the people around him.

Fortunately, this time the preparations were complete. In order to prevent any casualties at the scene, an ambulance had been on standby. Soon, doctors and nurses hurried over with a stretcher, lifted Yuan Mu onto the stretcher and hurried outside. They wanted to take Yuan Mu to the hospital for emergency treatment.

With the help of the guard, Mr. Zhou stood up.

"Chief, are you okay?" The guard looked guilty. He shouldn't have been so far away from the chief. If Yuan Mu hadn't blocked the bullet for the chief, the chief might have been lying on the ground now.

"What can happen to me?" Mr. Zhou shook off the guard's hand.

"I'm sorry, Chief, it's my fault this time!" The guard lowered his head.

"What's the use of saying all this!" Mr. Zhou was in a very bad mood at this moment.

"Let's go to the hospital!" As he said that, Mr. Zhou walked forward.

At this time, Mr. Feng and a group of people rushed over.

"Old Zhou, are you okay?" Old Feng asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I won't die. Hurry up, send a car to take me to the hospital." Mr. Zhou waved his hand and climbed onto the platform. Several people around him hurriedly helped him up.

"Commander, are you injured anywhere?" Ningyang's top leader next to him asked with concern.

"Bullshit! Do you think I look injured?" Mr. Zhou immediately retorted.

The top leader shut his mouth in dismay. This guy is too aggressive now, so it's better not to say anything.

His status and position cannot be compared with that of Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou is the top leader of the Kyoto Military Region, and he is only the top leader of Ningyang City. The gap between their status is too big.

"Old Zhou, don't worry. The young comrade has been sent to the military hospital. I have already made a call and they will definitely rescue him." Old Feng comforted.

"Okay, I'm fine. I'll go to the hospital. I won't be at ease until I see him wake up." Old Zhou waved his hand and continued walking forward.

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Ningyang Military Region Hospital, inside the emergency room.

At this time, there were several doctors gathered here, all of whom were the best doctors in the military hospital. They had received orders from Mr. Feng to save this man.

Although they did not know Yuan Mu's identity, they had to obey Mr. Feng's orders, so the hospital's best doctors came together to save this man.

Finally, after a period of effort, the bullet in Yuan Mu's wound was removed. The bullet was stuck between the ribs and almost penetrated Yuan Mu's chest. It was extremely dangerous. It just grazed the heart. If it had really hit the heart, Yuan Mu would have been helpless.

"Huh!" Seeing the bullet being taken out, the doctors all breathed a sigh of relief.

The next things were much easier. After a series of operations, Yuan Mu's condition was stabilized. Although he had not woken up yet, he was almost out of danger.

Several doctors looked at each other and then walked out of the emergency room, took off their masks. Just as they were about to chat, they saw two people sitting on the bench, two old people.

"Hello, Chief!" Several people immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"How is the person?" Mr. Zhou hurried forward to ask.

"Reporting to the commander, the bullet has been removed and he is out of danger for the time being, but he needs to be observed for a few days. Other possible situations cannot be ruled out."

Hearing that Yuan Mu was out of danger, Mr. Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. What he hated most in his life was owing favors to others, let alone such a life-saving favor. If Yuan Mu really died, his second half of life would not be easy.

"How long will it take for him to wake up?" Old Feng also came over and asked.

"Commander, it's hard to say, but he's in good health. He'll probably wake up in two days at the earliest."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Mr. Feng nodded.

"It's not hard!" several people said quickly.

"It's okay, Old Zhou, don't worry, he's fine now." Old Feng looked at Old Zhou and smiled.

"Well, don't worry. This young comrade is really good. I saw him at that time. He stood in front of me almost without hesitation. By the way, his name is Yuan Mu, right?" Old Zhou nodded and asked.

"Yes, her name is Yuan Mu."

"Which police officer is he from?"

"Oh, I asked. This Yuan Mu is the deputy captain of the criminal police team of the Ningyang Railway Public Security Branch."

"Oh! Is that so?" Old Zhou nodded slowly.

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Two days later in the afternoon, in a high-end ward of Ningyang Military Region Hospital.

Yuan Mu was lying on the bed in a hospital gown. At this moment, Yuan Mu's eyes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.

He looked at the surroundings and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was not dead this time. This place was obviously a ward.

But soon he felt a pain in his chest, which made him afraid to move.

"Creaky!" The door of the ward was pushed open, and Ma Yan appeared with a thermos in her hand. She was suddenly excited when she saw Yuan Mu woke up.

"Uncle Yuan! You're awake!"

"Swallow..." Yuan Mu wanted to speak, but his throat felt hot and he couldn't say anything, so he could only point to the thermos next to him.

"Oh, I get it. You want to drink some water, right?" Ma Yan said quickly.

Yuan Mu smiled and nodded. Ma Yan then poured a glass of water and poured it back and forth with another cup so that the water could cool down faster. Otherwise, the newly hot water would be undrinkable.

"Come, try the temperature." Ma Yan quickly brought the cup of water to Yuan Mu's mouth.