There were a lot of noises in the ward, but there seemed to be a weird silence between them.
After a long time, Jin Wenwen covered her chest and asked, "What happened exactly?"
"He was stabbed in the waist, and then his right hand was cut off." Roland stared at Jin Wenwen's eyes. "He lost a lot of blood and is still being resuscitated."
Jin Wenwen was half lying on the bed. Hearing that, she wanted to get up, but her chest hurt so much that she fell back.
Then, she asked, "You're telling me this not only to inform me, but also to ask if it has anything to do with me, right?"
Roland shook his head. "Not at all. Qi Shaoqiu's father mentioned just now that it has something to do with him. I'm simply telling you that Qi Shaoqiu is wounded. "
Jin Wenwen pursed her lips. "Let me know when the result is out. My phone number is XXXXX. Remember it?"
Roland wrote down her number and left the ward.
Very soon, Jin Wenwen's eyes turned red.
She looked even more feeble.
Roland returned to the ER. The Qi family all nodded at him in greeting.
The atmosphere was rather gloomy. Qi Shaoqiu's father took out a cigarette and held it in his hand. He wanted to smoke it but dared not, fearing that the chief surgeon's performance would be affected and his son would be hurt.
Time passed slowly.
Nobody said anything.
Because of their anxiety, the Qi family was sweating a lot, but they were not even in the mood to drink water.
Five hours later, the ER was finally opened. Two nurses pushed an operating trolley out. Qi Shaoqiu was unconscious on it with an oxygen tube in his nostrils.
Qi Shaoqiu's mother and Night Tide Sands immediately followed the trolley.
Qi Shaoqiu's mother asked anxiously, "Nurse, how is my son?"
"He's fine for now. He'll be sent to the ICU for a couple of days. We'll transfer him to a regular ward when his condition stabilizes."
As soon as these words came out, the four people's hearts that were hanging in suspense were all at ease.
Qi Shaoqiu's mother and Night Tide Sands immediately left with the trolley.
Qi Shaoqiu's father and Roland stayed behind.
Then, the middle-aged chief surgeon walked out of the ER and asked Qi Shaoqiu's father, "You must be Qi Shaoqiu's father."
"Yes, yes." Mr. Qi nodded quickly.
"Your son's injuries were very serious. His arm was chopped off, and he lost a lot of blood. The left back of his waist was pierced, and even his kidney was pierced. The wound was very large, and there was a lot of blood in his abdomen. After we cleaned up the clotted blood, we had to remove half of his kidney."
Mr. Qi shivered. "Will it affect him negatively in the future?"
"The impact will definitely be a little, but not much." The middle-aged doctor smiled and said, "A normal person has two kidneys. Removing one won't affect their life, let alone half of it."
Mr. Qi was relieved to hear that.
"We've already reattached his right arm." The middle-aged chief surgeon continued, "I have to say that he was very lucky. Whether it was the method of bandaging the wound with white gauze or the decision to wrap the severed arm in plastic wrap before freezing it, they were all very professional. I've performed almost a hundred similar surgeries, but this is the first time that I've seen an ordinary person perform such professional first aid. Your son's survival has a lot to do with those two things. Otherwise, he would've died of blood loss. Even if he didn't die of blood loss, it might've been impossible for the arm to be reattached on such a hot day if nobody refrigerated it for him. "
Mr. Qi was relieved to hear that it was all "good" news.
Roland was relieved too.
Then, he and Mr. Qi went to the ICU, only to be stopped outside.
The head nurse who was in charge of the ward even said, "Go back. You won't be able to do anything after he's in the ICU. You might as well go back and take a rest. Just keep the phone open 24 hours a day. We'll call you if anything happens."
What she said made sense, but anyone who had the slightest sense of family would feel uneasy when their family member was still unconscious in the ICU. Not to mention going back to sleep, they didn't even dare to go far.
The three members of the Qi Family didn't go home. Instead, they sat in the waiting room and took a rest.
Roland said to Night Tide Sands, "I'm going back to the saber arts club to take care of things there. Call me if you need anything."
Night Tide Sands nodded slightly.
In terms of the time he joined the club, Roland was the eldest senior brother. In terms of strength, Roland had even surpassed Qi Shaoqiu, so it wouldn't be a problem for him to be the eldest senior brother.
After all, it was a traditional saber arts club, and many people were willing to listen to Roland, the eldest senior brother.
So, it was a rather rational decision for him to deal with the saber arts club.
Roland nodded at Qi Shaoqiu's parents and left the hospital.
After Roland left, Qi Shaoqiu's mother turned around and asked Night Tide Sands, "Is this the Huang Wenwei that you and Shaoqiu often mentioned?"
Roland's real name was Huang Wenwei.
Night Tide Sands nodded again.
"He's not bad. He was willing to help bring the patient here when something happened. He paid the deposit for the emergency treatment, didn't he?"
Night Tide Sands said softly, "If it weren't for his help, I wouldn't have known what to do."
Qi Shaoqiu's father sighed. If his son weren't still in the ICU, he would've laughed out loud when his daughter found a good man.
In this situation, he could only sigh. "He's a good young man. Let's keep in touch."
Night Tide Sands slightly lowered her head. "Let's talk about this after Brother wakes up."
Roland rented a public bike outside the hospital and rode it all the way back to the saber arts club.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the saber arts club was quite strange.
The twenty or so students gathered together and pointed at the pool of solidified black blood now and then with different expressions. Some were surprised, some were gloating, and some were simply "mocking."
Of course, about half of them had worried expressions on their faces.
They were all anxious!
It would be strange if they weren't anxious. Their teacher was heavily wounded, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive. How could he continue teaching saber arts?
After Roland entered the cement field, many people noticed him. The students immediately gathered around and asked about Qi Shaoqiu's condition.
Many people were relieved to hear that Qi Shaoqiu's condition was stabilized for now.
After all, they all knew each other, and they always hoped that other people could be safe when there was no real conflict of interest.
But there were always different kinds of people, and there were always people who thought differently.
"Senior Brother …" A man who looked to be about nineteen years old called out sarcastically, "Master Qi is seriously injured. Even if he recovers, he probably won't be able to teach us in the future with a broken arm. Can you ask Night Tide Sands for us if this tuition fee can be refunded and how much can it be refunded?"
"Qi Shaoqiu's arm has been reattached, and he'll probably be back to teach you again in a month or two." Roland looked around at the students and said, "In the meantime, I'll be your teacher."
Many of the students were relieved.
This group of students had come here to learn saber arts relatively early, so they had all seen the scene of Roland and Qi Shaoqiu sparring and knew that Roland was now stronger than Qi Shaoqiu.
Hearing that he was willing to take over and continue teaching, of course they were happy.
But a third of the people didn't know about this.
After all, Roland had rarely come to the saber arts club for more than half a year.
He spent most of his time meditating at home, learning the Daoist Nourishment of Life and exercising his mental power.
Even if he did come, it was just to freeload on Night Tide Sands' breakfast and then watch a few of his friends spar with each other.
So this group of people didn't know much about his strength.
Because of ignorance, they always did things that made people speechless. This third of the people began to jeer.
"I heard that you're just a student too. What are you pretending for? Do we even have to pay you fees?"
"I heard that you're even better than Master Qi. Why don't you open your own saber arts club instead of hanging around here? You're not thinking about Night Tide Sands, are you?"
"I don't want to learn anymore. Can you help me refund the tuition?"
The six of them said the same thing and attacked Roland.
They surrounded Roland in a circle. It was not that they wanted to beat him up, but they simply wanted to increase their momentum and make their words more shocking.
Hearing what they said, the other students who didn't have many ideas also began to get restless.
They wanted to refund and leave.
Roland glanced around at the six people and said, "You're new here, so I can indeed refund the tuition to you in full, but we have to keep the money for the protective gear. After all, making protective gear costs money."
"How much is a set of protective gear?" A young man took a drag on his cigarette, exhaled, and asked sloppily, "Don't tell me it's ten or twenty thousand, and then we don't have to refund the tuition, hahaha."
"Not much, just a thousand." Roland smiled. "Some of you pay in installments, so you should know how much you can refund."
Under Roland's suggestion, the saber arts club's fees were now quite flexible. You could pay in installments every month. There were six, twelve, and thirty installments. It was no longer like before, where you could pay all at once.
"I want it right now, okay?" The man smoking asked with a smile. "Three of us here are paying in full, and the other four have also paid in several installments. Six people, you'll probably have to pay a hundred thousand dollars. Do you have that much money?"
Roland smiled slightly. "Of course I do. So, are you sure you want a refund?"
"Of course I have a refund." The smoking young man blew a ring of smoke and said, "What's the point of learning this crappy miaodao technique? I can't resist at all when I'm stabbed casually."
"That's a sneak attack. If it's a head-on attack … not just two of you, even if the six of you come together, you won't be a match for Qi Shaoqiu."
The smoking young man sneered and crossed his arms. He raised one hand slightly with the cigarette that was almost finished between his fingers. "I believe that Master Qi can beat six ordinary people, but he's in the hospital, and now you're the one teaching us. Can you beat six people? I don't believe it! "
"Let's try." Roland smiled.
"Then let's try." The young man with the cigarette chuckled. "But I won't use a miaodao. I'm going to use a straight sword. You should have one here, right?"
Roland was stunned at first, then smiled happily as if he had seen prey. "There's one in the warehouse. We have to wear wooden protective gear before the match."
"Are you afraid of getting hurt?" asked the smoking young man.
"I'm afraid that I'll cripple you if I hit you too hard."
Looking at Roland's confident and somewhat arrogant expression, the young man suddenly had a bad feeling.
And the other students immediately looked like they were waiting for a good show.
About fifteen minutes later, six people were lying on the concrete ground, howling and rolling around.
Hitting people with a wooden knife was very painful, and although they had protective gear, it was still very painful.
The students standing around looked at Roland with admiration on their faces. They had originally thought of dropping out, but now they all dispelled the idea.
They put on protective gear, chose weapons, and warmed up for fourteen minutes.
It took Roland less than a minute to beat them.
The knife was fast and heavy.
But he didn't even sweat.
Learning saber arts from such a master was a great deal!
What a refund.
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