I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

Road surveillance footage shows a man in a white coat stopping a taxi, which passes through several roads and finally stops at Beauty Street.

The officers watched as the man in the white coat turned into a back alley and disappeared again.

"We don't need to go to a regular hospital to sew up the wound. A beauty hospital can also do it. Let's set off immediately." Cui Ancheng's face was as cold as ice.

After wasting so much time in Jincheng Hospital and being fooled again, even the best temper would be irritated.

At this moment, he began to wonder how long the exhausted guy could escape.

Wherever you walk, you will leave traces.

Even if the police go to Beauty Street and come up empty-handed again, as long as they put enough pressure on the pursuit based on the traces and prevent the suspects from resting, they will not be able to hold out for long.

……

Time goes back half an hour ago, to Mingzhu Beauty Salon.

Song Wenmin, who was watching TV, seemed to hear some unusual noise. He looked up and saw a maintenance worker with dirty clothes and face standing in front of him.

Based on past experience, if someone is dressed like this, they wouldn't be coming for plastic surgery or beauty treatments, otherwise they would at least come in cleanly dressed.

He said, "Sir, you may have come to the wrong place. I didn't call maintenance service."

Chen Jiajun took out twenty 1 yuan banknotes from his pocket and placed them on the table beside him: "I'm injured and I need you to help me with stitches."

"You have to go to a regular hospital. Beauty salons like ours are not allowed to do this. Take your money back."

After Song Wenmin refused, he shouted outside, "Zhiying, what's wrong with you? We can't treat other people's injuries. If we are caught by the government, we will be fined."

"What do you mean by treating injuries, Dad? I think you're going to have Alzheimer's. What nonsense are you talking about in there alone?"

A young female doctor walked in with a clear and cheerful voice. When she saw there was another person in the room, she was stunned.

Then he asked in confusion: "Dad, what's going on with this guy? I was outside just now and didn't see him come in at all."

"Ah?" Song Wenmin was also confused for a moment.

"Your window is open." Chen Jiajun said.

“…” The two were stunned.

This is coming in through the window?

Who doesn't go through the main door but goes through the window? This guy!

Song Wenmin said with embarrassment: "Young man, unless it is a special case, we really can't sew stitches casually. You should go to a regular hospital."

Chen Jiajun understood: "So, it is okay in special circumstances."

"Yes, that's right." Song Wenmin nodded and continued, "For example, if the police bring a patient here who needs emergency treatment..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Because we saw a situation that was even more special than a special situation.

At the same time, a cold voice came into my ears: "Does this count?"

Song Wenmin's body trembled slightly. In his sight, a knife was placed across his daughter's neck.

He opened his mouth, but was unable to speak for a moment due to extreme nervousness.

The next moment, the knife was taken away.

"I don't want to hurt anyone, so coming to your place naturally makes it inconvenient to go to a regular hospital."

Chen Jiajun put the dagger into the cowhide sheath and glanced indifferently at the photo frame of father and daughter on the table. "I'll leave after I sew the stitches. Don't even think about calling the police if you don't want anything to happen."

Song Wenmin calmed down his slightly nervous mood and quickly agreed: "Okay, I'll sew it."

"You are a gang member, right? In your line of work, even going to the hospital is a very difficult thing because you have to be scared." The young female doctor was not that afraid.

Her minor major was psychology, and the money on the table proved that this guy was not a bad person.

"Don't be nervous, relax a little." Song Zhiying hung a sign outside the door that said 'Busy, Do Not Disturb', closed the door, turned off the TV, and turned back, saying, "You are safe now."

Chen Jiajun walked over, pulled back the window, and locked it: "Let's get started."

He sat on a medical recliner and opened his clothes. The bandages he was wearing were now covered in blood.

"Zhiying, go prepare the anesthesia." Song Wenmin turned on the medical light and could tell at a glance that it was not a minor wound. While instructing his daughter, he removed the gauze very skillfully.

"No need for anesthesia." Chen Jiajun refused.

If you overdose on anesthesia, you will become a fish on the chopping board.

Not to mention that one never knows when the police will come after them, even with local anesthesia, it would be extremely inconvenient for one's own movements.

"You can't do it without anesthesia. This is not a minor injury." When he saw the hideous wound with the skin and flesh rolled outward, Song Wenmin frowned out of his doctor's instinct.

Song Zhiying was walking over with an anesthetic needle, staring at the bloody mess and said, "Your opponent is quite ruthless."

Horizontal, vertical, and even oblique stab wounds were intertwined, and it could be said that every single one of them was a fatal stab.

I felt a little sad that these gang members were really stupid. They fought each other every day, but very few of them could have a good ending in the end.

"I'll say this one last time, take away the anesthesia." Chen Jiajun took a sterilized towel next to him, folded it into a rectangle, stuffed it into his mouth, and bit it to death.

"It's up to you." Song Zhiying put down the anesthetic needle.

"In that case, just bear with it." Song Wenmin put on medical gloves and began to disinfect the wound with iodine.

I looked up at the young man who didn't shout, and felt a little admiration for him. It was a pity that he had taken the wrong path.

Chen Jiajun watched the doctor set up the medical instruments. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He could clearly feel his heart beating much faster.

However, since I have already embarked on the path of desperado, it is inevitable that I will encounter similar situations again, or even countless times in the future.

If you can't even bear the pain of treatment without anesthesia, it's better to give up as soon as possible and let the police arrest you.

Sooner or later you will have to go through this stage.

Think about the ruthless person in the previous life who didn’t use any medicine and cut off his legs with a saw... Compared with him, the medical pain I suffered is nothing.

He hooked his feet around the chair legs to prevent himself from kicking out involuntarily, and held on to the chair handles with both hands, ready to deal with the terror that lay ahead.

This is the price of becoming strong!

"Uh..." He suddenly groaned and widened his eyes.

Watching the doctor flip open a piece of flesh with one hand and pick up tweezers with the other...

"...Huh!" The moment the tweezers entered his body, Chen Jiajun felt a wave of heat rushing to his forehead, and his whole body was almost overwhelmed by the intense pain.

Song Wenmin opened the flesh and took a magnifying glass to observe. "Relax, don't be nervous. Your wound is too deep, and there are countless small pieces of glass inside. It's difficult to deal with. Fortunately, your spleen is not injured. You are very lucky. It was just a little bit injured."

Medical treatment continues in an orderly manner——

"Jiying, help me open these two wounds... and clean up the blood first."

"Dad, something's wrong. His heart is beating too fast and he's losing a lot of blood... Hey, don't cause us any trouble. Don't die here."

"Don't worry, we have surveillance cameras. If anything goes wrong, you can't blame us."

Song Wenmin's forehead was already covered with sweat, and he carefully picked out the tiny pieces of glass.

"Ah……"

Chen Jiajun was sweating profusely, as if all the strength in his body had been drained. His face was so distorted with pain that he began to laugh.