There were many noisy sounds in the ward, but there seemed to be a strange sense of silence between the two.

After a while, Jin Wenwen gently covered her chest and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"I was stabbed in the waist, and then my right hand was chopped." Roland stared at Jin Wenwen's eyes: "I lost too much blood and am still under rescue."

Jin Wenwen herself was half lying on the bed. After hearing this, she wanted to get up, but her chest was in pain and she immediately fell back.

Then she asked, "You come and tell me about this. In addition to the meaning of the notification, do you also want to ask whether this matter is related to me."

Roland shook his head: "Not this idea, Qi Shaoqiu's father seemed to have said just now, this matter has something to do with him. I just told you that Qi Shaoqiu was injured."

Jin Wenwen pursed her lips: "The result will come out later, I will notify me that my mobile phone number is XXXXXXX, remember."

After Roland wrote down her number, he left the ward.

Not long after, Jin Wenwen's eyes began to turn red.

The temperament becomes weaker.

When Roland returned to the emergency room, the three Qi family nodded slightly when they saw him.

The atmosphere was very dull. Qi's father took out the cigarette and held it in his hand. He wanted to smoke but didn't dare to smoke, for fear that the smell of cigarette drifted inside, which affected the performance of the surgeon and harmed his son.

Time passes slowly.

No one speaks.

Due to nervousness and anxiety, the Qi family of three sweated a lot, but they didn't even feel like drinking a sip of water.

More than five hours later, the emergency room finally opened. Two nurses pushed the surgical cart out. Qi Shaoqiu was sleeping on it and was unconscious. An oxygen tube was inserted into his nostrils.

The mother of the clan and Xisha immediately followed behind the surgical cart.

The mother of relatives asked anxiously: "Nurse, how about my son?"

"It's okay for the time being. I'll send it to the intensive care unit for two or three days to see the situation. When his condition stabilizes, he will be transferred to the general ward."

As soon as these words came out, the four of them felt relieved.

The grandmother and Xisha immediately followed the surgical cart.

Father Qi and Roland stayed.

The middle-aged surgeon who walked out of the emergency room asked Qi's father: "You should be Qi Shaoqiu's father."

"Yes, yes." Qi's father nodded repeatedly.

"Your son was seriously injured. His arm was cut off and he lost a lot of blood. His left back waist was pierced and his kidney was directly pierced. The wound was very large and there was a lot of blood accumulation in his abdomen. After we cleared the coagulated blood, we had to remove half of his bad kidney on his left."

Father Qi's expression trembled: "What negative impact will this have on him in the future?"

"The impact will definitely be a little, but not a big deal." The middle-aged doctor smiled and said: "A normal person has two kidneys, and cutting off one does not affect his life, let alone just cut off half of it."

Father Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"We have already helped him take his right arm back." The middle-aged surgeon continued: "I have to say that he is very lucky. Whether it is the hemostatic bandaging technique of white gauze, or the decision to wrap the broken arm with plastic wrap, and then refrigerate, they are all very professional. I have had nearly a hundred similar surgery. The first time I saw an ordinary person with such professional first aid techniques, and your son can survive, it has a lot to do with these two things. Otherwise, he would have died of blood and death. Even if he had not lost blood, if no one helped him keep the broken arm active, the arm might not be able to be handled so smoothly in such a hot day."

All of them were “good” news, and Qi’s father breathed a sigh of relief.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, too.

Then he and Qi's father rushed to the ICU door, but were blocked outside and outsiders were not allowed to enter.

The head nurse in charge even said, "Go back. You don't have to worry about anything when you enter the ICU. You can't help you stay here. It's better to go back and rest. Just keep the phone open for 24 hours. We will notify you if you have any questions."

That's true, but the relatives are still in a coma in the intensive care unit. If they have a little affection, they will feel uneasy. Not to mention going back to sleep, they won't even dare to go away.

The three of the Qi family did not go home, but sat down to the waiting room to rest.

Roland said to Xisha, "I'll go back to the Knife Museum and help you deal with the matter there. If you have any questions, call me."

Xisha nodded gently.

Just in terms of "starting" time, Roland is the eldest senior brother. In terms of strength, Roland has even surpassed Qi Shaoqiu, and there is no problem to be a senior brother.

After all, it is a traditional sword museum, and many people are willing to listen to Roland, the "big brother", who speaks.

So it was a very rational decision for him to deal with the current affairs of the Knife Museum.

Roland nodded to his parents and father, and then left the hospital.

After Roland left, his mother-in-law turned her head and asked Xisha: "Is this Huang Wenwei that you and Shaoqiu often mentioned?"

Roland's real name is Huang Wenwei.

Xisha continued to nod.

"The person is okay. If something happens, he is willing to help him deliver the person. He is still busy. He must have paid the first aid deposit."

Xisha whispered: "If it weren't for his help, I would have been in a hurry and I don't know what to do."

The father of Qi sighed. If his son hadn't been facing the intensive care unit and his daughter found a good man, he would have laughed out loud.

In this situation, I can only sigh: "Good young man, come and go more in the future."

Xisha lowered her head slightly: "Let's say something else when my brother wakes up."

Roland swept a shared bicycle outside the hospital door and then stepped back to the Knife Museum.

At this time, the atmosphere in the Knife Museum was quite wonderful.

More than 20 students gathered together, pointing at the frozen black blood from time to time, with different expressions, some surprise, some gloating, and some simple "mockery".

Of course, about half of the people had a worried expression on their faces.

People's hearts are floating!

It would be strange if it doesn’t float. The teacher was seriously injured. I don’t know how to live or die. Can this sword still be taught?

After Roland entered the cement site, many people discovered him. The students immediately gathered around and asked Qi Shaoqiu about his situation.

After hearing that Qi Shaoqiu's situation had temporarily stabilized, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, everyone knows it. Without a real conflict of interests, they always hope that others can be safe.

But one kind of rice nourishes a hundred kinds of people, and some people always have different ideas.

"Senior Brother..." A man who looked about nineteen years old shouted sarcastically: "Master Qi was seriously injured. Even if he was well maintained, he broke his arm and probably wouldn't be able to teach us in the future. Can you help us ask Xisha if this tuition fee can be refunded? How much can it be refunded?"

"Qi Shaoqiu's hand has been connected, and I guess he will be able to come back to teach you within a month or two." Roland looked at the students around the circle and said, "I will be your teacher during this period."

Many students breathed a sigh of relief.

This group of students came here to learn swordsmanship early, so they had seen Roland and Qi Shaoqiu's conversation, and they also knew that Roland's strength is now higher than Qi Shaoqiu.

Of course I was happy to hear that he was willing to take over and continue teaching.

But one-third of people don't know about this.

After all, in the past six months, Roland has rarely come to the Knife Museum.

He spent most of his time meditating at home to learn Taoist health techniques and exercise his mental strength.

Even if I came, I just took the breakfast made by Xisha, and then watched a few gay friends feed each other and almost didn't play much.

So these people don't know much about his strength.

Because of ignorance, they always do something speechless, and one-third of the people start to make excuses.

"I heard you are just a student, so why are you pretending? Do we even have to pay you a fee?"

"I heard that you are better than Master Qi, why don't you open a swordsman? You can't be trying to fight Xisha if you are here."

"I don't want to study anymore. Can you help you get the tuition fee?"

The six people, saying such words, attacked Roland.

They surrounded Roland. It was not that they wanted to hit people, but that they simply wanted to increase their momentum and make their words more intimidating.

Listening to their words, other students who had no idea were also ready to move.

I want to refund and leave.

Roland glanced around the six people and said, "You are new to you and you can indeed get the tuition fee refunded for you, the full amount, but we have to keep the money for the protective gear. After all, it takes a cost to make protective gear."

"How much does a set of protective gear cost?" A young man took a sip of cigarettes and vomited them out. He asked in a daze: "It won't cost 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, and then the tuition fee is not required to be refunded to us, hahaha."

"Not much, just one thousand." Roland smiled: "Some of you pay in installments, you should know how much you can refund."

At Roland's suggestion, the charges at the Knife Museum are now quite flexible. You can pay in installments and pay one in a month. There are three types of six periods, twelve periods, and thirty periods. It is no longer the same as before, and it is paid in one go.

"I want it now, okay?" The smoker asked with a smile: "Three of us are in full, and the other four have paid several installments. You probably have 100,000 yuan for six people. Do you have that much money?"

Roland smiled slightly: "Of course there is, then, are you sure you want a refund?"

"Of course I'll go back." The young man smoked vomited a cigarette ring and said, "What's the use of this method of breaking the seedling knife? He was stabbed casually and had no ability to resist."

"That was a sneak attack. If it was positive... let alone two people, even if you six of you went together, you would not be Qi Shaoqiu's opponent."

The young man smoked sneered twice, put his hands on his chest, raised his hands slightly, and held a cigarette that was about to finish smoking: "I believe that Master Qi can beat six ordinary people, but he has entered the hospital. Now you want to teach us, can you beat six? I don't believe!"

"Try it." Roland smiled.

"Then try it." The young man with cigarettes laughed: "But I don't use a Miao knife, I want to use a straight sword, you should have it here."
To be continued...