Zhao Junkai nodded: "Of course, I thought you were of course. I would take care of your brother for you. He is on the second floor now! Go and see him. He is very sad when he knows you are gone!"

Jiang Guangrong looked at Zhao Junkai gratefully. Zhang Xianhai pushed Jiang Guangrong's wheelchair to the bottom of the stairs. Tian Jue and Zhang Xianhai lifted Jiang Guangrong's wheelchair together and quickly came to the second floor. Jiang Guangrong came to a room outside and knocked on the door.

Jiang Rongguang opened the door and saw that it was Jiang Rongguang who knocked on the door. He was very excited. Seeing Jiang Guangrong sitting in a wheelchair, he was in trouble. "Wow, crying."

Jiang Rongguang hugged Jiang Guangrong tightly: "Brother, where have you been? I thought you..."

Jiang Guangrong patted Jiang Guangguang on the back with a guilty expression on his face and smiled and said, "What's wrong? Do you think your brother is dead?"

Jiang Rongguang let go of Jiang Guangrong and squatted in front of him. He shook his head and excitedly said, "No, my Brother Fu is a destined person. How could he die? Brother, how could you sit in a wheelchair? Where was you injured?"

Jiang Guangrong shook his head, patted Jiang Guangguang on the shoulder, and smiled: "I was hit by a big arm, and my leg was hit by someone with a stick. It doesn't matter. I will stand up in a few days. After ten, you will start school. Then I will send you to school. A Guang, don't worry. If I can't see you getting married and starting a career, I won't have an accident, otherwise I will go to the classroom to meet my parents, and I have no face to say something to them.

"What, do you know? How could my brother have an accident? Listen to Sister Qiu, you are in the suicide squad. Then you will be safe, brother. How can you defeat my brother in this storm?

"Yes, believe in my brother!" Jiang Guangrong smiled and looked at Tian Jue with a reproachful look.

Tian Jue heard Jiang Rongguang's words and expected Jiang's reaction. Before Jiang Guangrong could see it, he looked up at the ceiling and pretended not to know anything.

Jiang Rongguang saw Jiang Guangrong's head wrapped in thick gauze, and it was relieved to know that Jiang Guangrong's arm and the faded wound were falling. Jiang Guangrong, who really hurt Jiang Guangrong, looked at Jiang Guangrong with a begging look: "Brother, we are not involved in those things, are we going home? I'm really scared..."

Jiang Guangrong's face suddenly changed. After a while, Jiang Guangrong sighed. He turned his head to look at the window of the stairs. He whispered: "A Guang, you don't understand some things..."

Jiang Rongguang shook his head: "I don't. I know a lot. I'm no longer my brother's child!"

"Yes, when you grow up, you should understand that men should take responsibility for men. Ask yourself, is Sister Xueyun good to you?"

Jiang Rongguang couldn't speak.

Jiang Guangrong continued: "Since those bad guys dare to kill your sister Xueyun, as a man, even if your sister Xueyun gives up this life, he will take revenge!"

Jiang Rongguang patted Dazhu hard: "Brother, when I grow up, I can do something for you, and I will avenge Sister Xueyun!"

Jiang Guangrong's face became ugly. After a while, Jiang Guangrong tried his best to calm down and said: "A Guang, you know, although my brother is your half-brother, my brother will never hurt you. I don't want you to walk on a path of no return like the underground gang. I want you to avenge Sister Xueyun and give it to my brother. What you should do is study hard and find a good job in the future. The most important thing for me is to end my life peacefully, regardless of whether I can stand out. I never hope or allow you to walk on this path of no return. I can't look back. Do you understand?"

Jiang Rongguang nodded in frustration.

Jiang Guangrong patted Jiang Rongguang on the shoulder again: "You have lived in Junkai for a while these days. When school starts, my brother will come to pick you up."

Jiang Rongguang looked at Jiang Guangrong in surprise. Jiang Rongguang had a premonition that Jiang Guangrong would do something very dangerous. Jiang Rongguang held Jiang Guangrong's sleeve tightly. He knew his brother's character very well. Once he decided to do something, he would never look back. Jiang Rongguang's right arm trembled slightly: "Brother, you must come back safely. I'll wait for you to take me to school. If you don't come to pick me up, I won't go to school anywhere!"

Jiang Guangrong was amused by Jiang Guangguang's childish words.

After Jiang Guangrong and his party returned to their hometown in Yanghe, Sun Han, who lived at Jiang Guangrong's house, had prepared midnight snacks and some medicines.

After nightfall, Zhang Xianniangma gave all the medicines prepared by Sun Han to Jiang Guangrong, preparing to replace the gauze for Jiang Guangrong and disinfect the wound again.

After Zhang Xianhei took apart the gauze wrapped around Jiang Guangrong's arm, he nodded with satisfaction: "It's very good. Only ten. The wound has begun to scar. The wound even has scars. Now I will help you wash the wound again. It must be disinfected every time, otherwise the infection will be very miserable!"

Jiang Guangrong nodded and said nothing.

Li Mubai came to grab Jiang Guangrong's left arm. Jiang Guangrong had only one opening on his left arm, but the bullet hole was a very terrible big opening.

Zhang Xianhai came over with a bottle of medical alcohol. He unscrewed the bottle of medical alcohol. Zhang Xianhei glanced at Li Mubai, then looked at Jiang Guangrong deeply: "Brother Mubai, hurry up. Guangrong, be patient, don't worry, the heart scars are starting to crack again!"

Jiang Guangrong and Li Mubai nodded seriously.

Zhang Xianhei took a medical cotton ball, dipped it in alcohol with tweezers, and carefully wiped it on the wound on Jiang Guangrong's arm. Jiang Guangrong did not respond, but just frowned.

Zhang Xianxi finished speaking soon. Then Zhang Xianhai turned Jiang Guangrong's arm over and a terrible opening appeared in front of everyone.

Zhang Xianhai sighed: "This is a kind of low-killing hand shot, which is great. If you replace it with a stronger hand, how much money will it cost to change it to a stronger hand, your arm will be useless. But even so, when the big shot is shot out from your arm, it will tear the muscles of your arm. Fortunately, it did not hit your artery. Otherwise, even if it hits your arm, you can still bleed too much. If you die in a short time, it will be difficult for the gods to save it! You have been in the suicide squad for more than a year. You should know how terrible the big injury is and how painful it is to deal with the big injury? The most terrible thing is that there is a big shot on your head, so I suggest you not to anesthetize, but you can't tighten the muscles of your arm, otherwise the wound may break, but people often can't control themselves when they are in pain. Uh my kind, I know what I mean? Whether anesthet or not is up to you!"

Jiang Guangrong nodded and leaned against the back of the wheelchair. His right hand was a little trembling because of his nervousness. Sun Han sat on Jiang Guangrong's right hand, and gently placed his right hand on Jiang Guangrong's right hand, looking at Jiang Guangrong with a comforting look.

Jiang Guangrong glanced at Sun Han, then slowly closed his eyes: "I envy Hei, come on!"

Zhang Xianxi nodded dignifiedly: "I want to emphasize again, you should never tighten your arms, and you should restrain your body's instincts!"

Jiang Guangrong nodded and said nothing.

Zhang Xianhai was not at Hu Ao either. He glanced at the wound on Jiang Guangrong's right arm and poured medical alcohol directly on the wound.

Jiang Guangrong's eyebrows frowned into a ball, and except for holding them with a few strokes in his right hand, his whole body did not respond.

Zhang Xianxi took the scalpel and scissors that Tian Jue had just disinfected from his side and said, "Then I'll come!"

Jiang Guangrong still closed his eyes without saying a word.

Li Mubai shuddered: "I'll go, envy Brother Hei, this, I think this is just disinfection. You are..."

Zhang Xianhai sighed: "At that time, he was very weak. I had just removed some of the necrotic muscle tissue. Ten years later, he also recovered some. This was the last time he took out the remaining necrotic tissue. If he didn't take it out, he would be infected!"

Li Mubai's mouth twitched a little and he was speechless.
Chapter completed!