349: Chapter 346 A Perfect Plan?

"Brother, are you sure you're okay? I see several bullet holes on you; are you sure you don't want treatment first?"

Inside the restarted bus, there were no kitchen supplies to speak of; instead, it was filled with various medical instruments and two medical personnel who were busy extracting bullets for everyone.

One of the middle-aged men with a square face frowned as he looked at Li Changsheng. He felt that this young man might be forcing himself to endure; with at least seven bullet holes, he remained completely composed, whereas everyone else was groaning and moaning even after receiving anesthesia.

"Li Changsheng, are you sure you don't want priority treatment? My brothers here have all undergone professional training; their expertise is beyond reproach." Zhou Guoli, who was in front, also spoke up to persuade him.

Li Changsheng simply shook his head calmly.

"No need. Just give me a pair of tweezers, and I'll do it myself."

"This…"

"Mr. Li, gunshot wounds aren't that simple. Your injuries need to be first…"

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Li Changsheng shook his head, simply picked out a pair of tweezers from the shelf nearby, and then ripped off his tattered Tang suit completely.

Immediately, his lean and powerful physique came into view, with several clear bullet holes visible. However, what made the medical staff's eyelids twitch was: what kind of strange wounds were these?

"Mr… Mr. Li! What is going on with you? Your wounds look a bit off. How could this be? It doesn't make sense. When a bullet enters the body, blood vessels rupture extensively; there's no possibility of vascular blockage. Your blood vessels…"

Looking at the menacingly protruding blood vessels near the bullet holes, the two medics who had been busy were completely dumbfounded.

They had never seen anything so absurd.

Li Changsheng ignored them. He was in the middle of extracting a bullet and had to control his breathing.

"Mr. Li, are you just going to go for it? Anesthesia, I can administer anesthesia. How about I give you a local anesthetic first?"

"No need. That stuff isn't good for the body; it damages nerves."

Hearing Li Changsheng's indifferent words, the medic was stunned.

What?

So because it damages nerves, you won't use it?

If a surgery required cutting open the abdomen, would he refuse anesthesia too because it damages nerves, letting the patient feel the blade slowly cutting through their stomach while fully conscious?

What kind of logic is that!

Anesthesia definitely has side effects, but local anesthesia isn't that severe. General anesthesia is the one with significant side effects; some people, because their bodies are already weak, often feel a lack of strength after general anesthesia.

For a moment, the medics and the group of Martial Masters waiting for treatment on the bus were all stunned.

In ancient times, there was Guan Yu scraping poison from his bone; today, there is Master Li extracting bullets by himself.

The group of Martial Masters, who already held Li Changsheng in high regard, looked at him with even greater respect.

Yet, Li Changsheng's hands didn't tremble at all while extracting the bullets. Even though he had already parted the flesh and was using the tweezers to probe inside, he didn't even twitch an eyebrow, and his breathing remained exceptionally steady.

His movements were not slow at all; on the contrary, his steady actions were like those of a seasoned surgeon. He quickly clamped onto a bullet that hadn't penetrated too deeply, and then a gleaming, blood-stained bullet was slowly extracted.

Clang~ Rattle~ The crisp sound of the bullet hitting the metal tray finally brought the stunned medics back to their senses.

"Everyone's injuries cannot be delayed. You two are supposed to be professionals, so there's no need to observe me, right?"

Seeing both of them staring straight at him, Li Changsheng simply chuckled and teased.

"Oh, oh, right!"

"Mr. Li, over there are the disinfectant and hemostatic medicine, as well as the needle and thread for suturing. If you don't know how to stop the bleeding, it's fine; we'll help you with it later."

Hearing the words of the two medics, Li Changsheng nodded with a smile.

After cleaning it with disinfectant, a large amount of dark, black blood flowed out; this was caused by the bullets blocking the blood vessels.

As this blood flowed out, the vessels gradually returned to normal, no longer protruding so menacingly.

After spraying on some hemostatic agent, Li Changsheng began to extract the second bullet. He didn't know how to suture, mainly because suturing himself was difficult and time-consuming.

Clang, clang, clang~ As each bullet was extracted, disinfected, and treated with hemostatics, he looked over to see that they hadn't even finished treating the others yet.

"Ahem, Mr. Li, you seem to be in good condition. How about… you lend us a hand? If a few of these aren't treated in time, it might affect their subsequent recovery."

Following the medic's words, everyone present was speechless.

A doctor asking a patient for help—that was a first. However, Li Changsheng didn't mind and nimbly started working. After some treatment, it was clear that Li Changsheng's speed was indeed much faster than theirs, a fact the two of them also noticed.

"Mr. Li, did you study this specifically? Your technique is very steady."

Indeed, Li Changsheng's hands were exceptionally steady, looking even steadier than theirs. Not only were they steady, but they were also fast and accurate.

"Hehe, the yellow emperors inner canon says that when kidney Qi declines, hair falls out, teeth wither, and muscles and bones become weak. Coincidentally, I have none of these, hence I am very steady."

"Uh…"

Upon hearing this, both were somewhat embarrassed. This guy seemed to have some skills, but not that many. However, this roundabout mockery was truly infuriating.

With Li Changsheng's help, within just half an hour, the bullets were extracted from everyone. Except for a few whose bullets were lodged in the bone and required subsequent surgery, most were able to just apply ointment and rest.

"Sigh, Old Zhou, didn't you say earlier that my brother and I would have a violent death? What do you say now?"

At this time, Old Chen, who had already been treated and was gradually recovering from his tense state, immediately recalled that matter and began to mock Zhou Sheng.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhao, who was also wrapped in bandages nearby, looked over. He also wanted to ask: your divine fortune-telling doesn't seem to be very accurate.

Some Martial Masters also joined in to watch the excitement, mainly wanting to see Zhou Sheng, that crazy guy with no filter, get snubbed.

Li Changsheng, who was having his wounds sutured by the two medics, also noticed this and was somewhat curious.

He had interacted with Zhou Sheng; he didn't seem like a complete fraud. Perhaps it was some ability to read people, or maybe he had studied psychology. But regardless of what methods he used to mystify things, or if he truly had ability, he definitely had some tricks up his sleeve.

Surrounded by the crowd, Zhou Sheng was not flustered at all. Instead, he maintained a calm and indifferent expression, casually flicked his long sleeves, and said calmly: "If it's pointed out, it's not the truth. Feng Shui, Qi Men, and Bagua are constantly changing at any time and place. If I hadn't said that you two would have a violent death, would you have been so cautious earlier? Especially you, Master Zhang!"

As he spoke, Zhou Sheng's thin, bony finger pointed directly at Zhang Zhao.

"Looking at your physiognomy, you are a person with deep obsessions. If I hadn't said that, I fear you would have sacrificed your life for your obsession earlier. Although I don't know where this obsession of yours comes from, your eyes definitely held a death wish at that time."