Chapter Seven Was Actually Injured

  After another conversation with the hijacker, Wang Zhi carried a small medical box and slowly walked into the teaching area. Before entering, Huang Jianming told Wang Zhi about the hijacker's situation in detail.

  There were eight robbers in total, all of whom were armed with firearms, including two miniature submachine guns and the rest ordinary 46 handguns.

  The area where the hijackers were located was the classroom of Class 3, Grade 1, located at the corner of the third floor of the teaching building, with only one window, which can be said to be very conducive to the hiding of the hijackers.

  The gangsters could clearly see Wang Zhi walking into the teaching building, watching as he slowly approached with a medical box in hand, but they were tightly staring at him.

  Wang Zhi walked steadily, neither fast nor slow, under the gaze of the thugs and numerous police officers, until he reached the third floor. Just as he was about to enter the stairwell, a pistol was tightly pressed against his forehead by someone who had been hiding in wait.

  To be honest, when Wang Zhi was pressed against the wall by the thugs, he felt an extraordinary anger in his heart and almost lost control of his emotions and struck back, but ultimately endured it.

  King Zhi, the great doctor, had never been treated this way since his medical skills were renowned in that era. Not to mention being threatened with a weapon pointed at his head, even if someone just tried to intimidate him, King Zhi would make sure they died a terrible death. The several guys buried under the sky bridge not long ago were good proof of this. It can be imagined that these thugs were destined to be brutally tortured by King Zhi.

  Under the coercion of the bandit's gun, Wang Zhi held a medicine box in one hand and raised his other hand high, slowly following the bandit into the classroom. At this moment, Wang Zhi's mood can be imagined, surrender? The great doctor Wang actually made a gesture of surrender, what a shame.

  Wang Zhi's heart was filled with hatred, his teeth clenched in anger, but on the surface he pretended to be extremely frightened, trembling as he spoke: "Big brother, I'm just a doctor, can't you just let me take a look at the patient?"

  "Mind your own business, don't play tricks on me. I don't care who you are, since you're here, just behave yourself and get treated, don't have any other ideas in mind. Otherwise, I'll spare you, but the gun in my hand won't."

  "I know, I know," Wang Zhi said with a trembling heart: "Big brother, rest assured, I will definitely be honest. In fact, I didn't want to come either, but I was forced to."

  The thug saw Wang Zhi's crying face and couldn't help but burst out laughing, searched Wang Zhi's body and medical box, kicked Wang Zhi to a group of students, scolding: "These idiotic bastards actually sent in such a coward."

  "Damn it." Wang Zhi was kicked by the thugs, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he became more murderous in his heart. He slowly walked towards the students while secretly observing the positions of several thugs.

  Two of the thugs were at a window on one side, with one of them holding a submachine gun. Two were guarding the door on that side, with one who seemed to be the leader also holding a submachine gun. Another was at the corner of the stairs outside the door, and the remaining three were staring at the hostages.

  The distance between the bandits was tens of meters apart, each one extremely vigilant, which made Wang Zhi very difficult.

  If Wang Zhi were alone, he would have the confidence to subdue these thugs without a scratch. But now with so many students around, one misstep and they will definitely suffer casualties.

  At a loss for what to do next, Wang Zhi could only tend to the injured students first.

  Three people were injured, including a girl and two boys. The girl's injuries were the most severe, with a gunshot wound to her chest. The two boys had minor injuries, having been hurt in the chaos, with non-stop bleeding from their wounds.

  Wang Zhi opened the medical box under the supervision of the bandits and began to treat him.

  Wang Zhi's medical box was very simple, with only a pair of golden needles, several packets of Chinese medicine powder and a bottle of diluted disinfectant. These things were all brought back by Wang Zhi on purpose, which had a very good effect in treating emergency situations under simple conditions.

  Wang Zhi first simply treated the girl's wounds, using a golden needle to temporarily stabilize her worsening injuries. Then he disinfected and bandaged the two boys' wounds. Since the thugs were watching from the side, Wang Zhi didn't dare to appear too relaxed, so the entire bandaging process was done with trembling hands. The simple wound cleaning and bandaging took Wang Zhi over 30 minutes. At this time, the thug was also constantly communicating with the outside, making some demands, while the police outside were dragging things out within the thug's tolerance range.

  After treating the boy's wound, Wang Zhi refocused his energy on the girl. The gunshot wound was only four inches away from her heart, and with such a long time of excessive blood loss, she was already in critical condition. If another doctor were to treat her without blood transfusion, this girl would be absolutely unsalvageable.

  However, Wang Zhi's medical skills are not comparable to those of ordinary doctors. Although he cannot save the girl from under the villain's eyelids, delaying for a few hours to make her life worry-free is no problem at all.

  Wang Zhi used a golden needle to slowly stimulate the girl's acupoints, reducing her metabolism to the lowest level of survival. Then, with a sudden movement, he gave the girl a packet of medicinal powder mixed with clear water, while pretending to continuously examine her with one hand.

  Suddenly, Wang Zhi's face changed, he put down the girl and shouted: "Dead!"

  "Ah!" Wang Zhi's loud shout instantly triggered a strong panic among the many students, and not a few people were shouting loudly, but no one noticed that Wang Zhi's three thin golden needles had quietly pierced through the air into the three scoundrels closest to him, who remained completely unaware.

  "Bang! Bang!" Two gunshots rang out, and the inside immediately fell silent. The thug holding a submachine gun from afar walked over, shouting loudly: "What are you yelling about? Want to die?"

  "Big...big brother, she's dead...dead." Wang Zhi looked at the thug, pointing at the girl on the ground, stuttering.

  "It's dead, what's the point of shouting." The thug looked at Wang Zhi with disdain, but squatted down to check the girl's breathing. At this time, Wang Zhi accurately poked two fingers into the man's body.

  The man who was poked by Wang Zhi suddenly froze, not moving at all. However, the thugs in the distance saw that Big Brother was checking on the girl's situation and didn't notice anything unusual about the thug.

  At this time, Wang Zhi had already quietly eliminated the threat of four thugs. Except for one at the corner of the stairs outside the door, it can be said that there were only three thugs left in the room. At this time, two thugs were staring out the window, and one was guarding the door. At this time, the police's shouting voice also rang out from outside, and it was clear that the earlier gunshot had made them very worried.

  "Ah! Wang Zhi let out a soft sigh, but suddenly stood up straight, his right hand flicking two golden needles towards the two by the window, while his left hand flicked one golden needle directly at the scoundrel by the door."

  Wang Zhi's actions shocked the thugs in the room, and several of them aimed their guns at Wang Zhi. One loud shout and they were about to fire, but the golden needles Wang Zhi threw out had used a lot of internal force. The speed of the golden needles was absolutely not inferior to that of bullets, and in an instant, they had already pierced the foreheads of three thugs. The three men fell to the ground with unwilling eyes, while the other three thugs who were stabbed by Wang Zhi's golden needles earlier let out a loud shout, threw away their guns, and looked at their hands in horror.

  At this time, the villain outside the door heard the sound inside and rushed in. Seeing the situation inside, he aimed at Wang Zhi without thinking and fired a shot.

  "Bang!" A gunshot rang out, Wang Zhi's shoulder shook slightly, hit by the bullet, and fresh blood instantly stained his shirt. At the same time, the thug who rushed in was also pierced by a golden needle in the center of his brow and fell to the ground with a thud.

  Wang Zhi gently dabbed at the wound with a light touch, stopping the flow of fresh blood. He glanced back at the child behind him and walked towards the three thugs who were clutching their wrists.

  Just as the villain fired his gun, Wang Zhi had already sensed it. However, for the sake of the child behind him, Wang Zhi endured the shot. Although he was hit by the bullet, Wang Zhi's internal energy was profound. Before the bullet arrived, he slightly lowered his body, causing the bullet that was originally aimed at his chest to hit his shoulder instead. At the same time, he circulated most of his true energy in his shoulder, weakening the power of the bullet with his internal energy. The bullet only entered his body less than three inches deep.

  "He's actually injured." Wang Zhi chuckled to himself, but the cold glint in his eyes had already locked onto the three men in front of him. The three thugs were still stunned from Wang Zhi's previous move, and when they saw the icy gleam in his eyes, like a beast from the depths of the wilderness, their knees immediately went weak and they knelt to the ground.

  Hehe, laughing and smiling, it seems like just a few days ago when asking for recommendation votes, I said something about not expecting rewards. These past few days have indeed been empty and bare, looking at the fan chart with no one on it, I couldn't help but ask myself if my book is really that bad? Of course, I'm just expressing some feelings, as usual, asking for recommendations and collections, and as for rewards, it's up to everyone's mood. As for updates, just keep an eye out, I won't promise anything.