RPAGF Chapter 246 Blood Transfusion
Chapter 246 Blood Transfusion
Lyon smashed the stool more than twenty times, then threw it away, stood up, and leaped into the air.
Ada!
Leon stomped hard on Mr. Li's chest, jumped up, and danced on Mr. Li's body.
Not satisfied with just a few throws, he gave Mr. Li seven or eight more shoulder throws.
Captain Lu slowly retreated, muttering, "What if he gets carried away and kills us too?"
Dao Youming, barely alive, said, "Quick, call the police!"
Captain Lu agreed wholeheartedly and carried Dao Youming into the building.
Huh-huh-huh-
Mr. Li was like a drowning fish, his mouth wide open, gasping for breath, one hand on Leon's shoulder, "No, stop hitting me, I feel like I'm going to ascend to heaven if you keep hitting me."
"The dead can be brought back to life!" Captain Lu couldn't believe his eyes.
Li Jian felt the same way, feeling that his values had been severely damaged.
He watched this man jump from the 28th floor right before his eyes; there was absolutely no way he could have survived.
But now.
This man, who was dead beyond any doubt, was miraculously resurrected.
Mr. Li grabbed Leon's shoulders, his bloodshot eyes glaring with resentment: "Why did you save me!"
Leon said, "Speak up about what's wrong, and we'll solve it together. There's no need to bring him back to life."
Looking at his bent legs and his intestines spilling out everywhere, Mr. Li said, "You've made me like this. I don't want to live anymore. I don't want to live with the stigma of being a murderer."
Taking advantage of Lyon's inattention, Mr. Li pulled a dagger from his waistband and stabbed himself three times in the stomach.
"Let's see how you save me!"
"So ruthless?" Li Jian was stunned. It was the first time he had ever seen someone so eager to die.
Leon turned around and shouted to Ah Qun, "Quickly go to 7-Eleven and buy a bag of ice!"
A-Qun asked, "What do you need ice for?"
Leon roared, "Stop talking nonsense and get going!"
Ah-Qun didn't dare ask any more questions and ran all the way to the supermarket.
Daoist Ming asked, "Should we call a doctor?"
However, since Dao Youming was ignored by everyone, he felt awkward and simply shut his mouth.
Li Jian asked, "Is there any hope?"
Lyon stroked his chin, pondering for a long time: "He can be saved, but he has lost too much blood and needs a transfusion."
“There’s no blood here,” Captain Lu blurted out.
then.
All eyes were on Daoist Ming.
Dao Youming was covered in blood, especially from several wounds that were still gushing blood.
Li Jian was wondering where his fellow Daoist, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, got so much blood.
However, when Li Jian thought of Dao Youming's invincibility cheat, he felt relieved.
If he didn't have some special skills, how could Fellow Daoist Ming withstand so many blows and still remain standing?
Lyon pointed at Dao Youming and said, "He's covered in blood, and he still says he doesn't have any. Bring him here!"
"are you crazy!"
Dao Youming, who was originally feeling unwell, suddenly stopped hurting his back and legs upon hearing this. With a twist of his waist, he jumped out of Captain Lu's arms and ran away.
Li Jian grabbed Dao Youming and pulled him back: "Dao Youming, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Just consider it a good deed."
Dao Youming struggled desperately: "If you want to do good deeds, then do them. Why are you bleeding me out? Put me down!"
However, with a weight of less than 100 pounds, he was like a toy in Li Jian's hands, unable to make any waves at all.
Li Jian slammed Dao Youming to the ground, leaving him dazed and confused.
Lyon gave Li Jian an approving look, grabbed Dao Youming's arm, and pulled on Dao Youming's wrist with a knife.
sizzle-
Dao Youming's wrist was cut open with a gash several centimeters deep, so deep that the bone was visible.
Dao Youming cried out in pain, "Hey, you don't have to cut this deep to bleed people out!"
Leon remained silent, only continuing to bleed the blood out.
Lyon followed suit, making a cut on Mr. Li as well, and then pressed Dao Youming's wrist and Mr. Li's wrist together.
After finishing all that, Leon suddenly asked, "What's your blood type?"
Dao Youming stopped screaming and said, "AB".
"AB?"
Leon stuck out his tongue and licked Mr. Li's wrist: "Damn, this kid has type B blood, why didn't you say so sooner!"
"Different blood types cannot be transfused, that's common sense, don't you understand?"
Leon casually slapped Dao Youming across the face, sending him sprawling to the ground. Dao Youming clutched his cheek and cried out, "You didn't even ask me anything!"
Mrs. Li couldn't help but ask, "Master, can my husband still be saved?"
Leon clutched his head, his face contorted in pain: "I tried my best."
"Ice is here!"
Ah-Qun jogged over, carrying a bag of ice in his arms.
Lyon pointed at Mr. Li's body and said, "Quickly pour ice on him and freeze his wounds."
Ah-Qun did as instructed and poured all the ice on Mr. Li.
Dao Youming kept rubbing ice onto his body, saying, "Give me some too, I've lost a lot of blood too."
Lyon looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
He went to a power distribution box by the roadside and pulled out a long, thick cable, but unfortunately the cable was not long enough.
Li Jian immediately understood Lyon's idea.
He pointed at Dao Youming and said, "This is three-phase electricity. The voltage is too high to be used directly on the human body. There must be a medium."
Both of their gazes fell on Daoist Ming at the same time.
The fellow Daoist, seemingly unaware of the situation, asked innocently, "Why are you all looking at me?"
Li Jian squatted down, patted Dao Youming on the shoulder and said, "Dao Youming, although we've only known each other for a day, I can tell at a glance that you're no ordinary person. The task of maintaining world peace is entrusted to you."
As he spoke, Li Jian took out a HK$500 note from his pocket: "This is a small token of my appreciation, please accept it."
Fellow Daoist, you are greedy for money and will accept any payment offered.
But as soon as he reached out, Li Jian grabbed his wrist.
Dao Youming felt as if a steel clamp had gripped him, and it was impossible for him to pull it back.
Lyon tied one end of the cable to Dao Youming's wrist, and then firmly clasped Dao Youming's other hand together with Mr. Li's.
"Open the gate!"
At Lyon's command, Ah Qun had already turned off the power switch.
Sizzle—sizzle—sizzle—
Visible blue arcs of electricity flowed from the cable all the way down to Dao Youming.
Dao Youming's hair stood on end, and his whole body trembled.
Something incredible happened.
Mr. Li, who jumped from the 28th floor and was stabbed more than a dozen times, slowly sat up.
"Close the gate!"
At Lyon's command, Ah Qun immediately turned off the power.
Dao Youming lay on the ground, his face contorted with grief, and said, "Please, someone have mercy and kill me quickly. I don't want to suffer anymore."
No one listened to him; all eyes were on Mr. Li, who had come back from the dead.