What's wrong with this lawyer?! Chapter 701

Chapter 701: Chapter 222: So Fierce, Who Said He Was Dying Before?

Chapter 701: Chapter 222: So Fierce, Who Said He Was Dying Before?

There was a mont when Wen Weilin felt it all seed a bit unreal.

The young man in front of him was bleeding non-stop from his stomach, and although he had stuffed sothing into the wound, the scene still looked a bit chilling.

The key was, his face remained so calm, as if the person with a hole in his stomach and intestines spilling out wasn’t him.

Amidst all this, he still managed to disarm and kick soone with a seamless set of movents, which really left Wen Weilin at a loss for words; all he could do was hastily grab his handbag.

Wen Weilin had heard before that Tang Fangjing’s handbag was quite famous online, said to contain everything one could imagine, able to produce any item in a critical mont.

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Now, holding it and looking inside, sure enough, there was a small dical kit right on top, with an eye-catching red cross that anyone could recognize.

Digging deeper, Wen Weilin was shocked again—it seed almost like an urn.

Why would you carry sothing like that in your handbag?

Subconsciously, he took a photo with his phone and then quickly handed the dical kit to the man across from him, Tang Fangjing.

Old Tang was losing a lot of blood, so much so that the floor was sticky, with the squelching of shoes echoing with every step.

Once the dical kit was passed over, Tang Fangjing took it and began to dress his wound with highly practiced movents.

With such a large open wound, the biggest danger, provided the vital organs are still intact, is excessive bleeding—particularly the internal bleeding, which can be shocking.

Organs like the liver, with its dense network of blood vessels and nerves, can bleed like a fountain from even a slight tear, and are nearly impossible to withstand.

That’s why unexplained internal bleeding is what many doctors fear the most.

However, Old Tang’s liver was basically riddled with tumors…

Wen Weilin was stunned, as were the onlookers outside, shocked by the scene to the extent that many had forgotten to feel nauseous.

Soone swallowed hard and said, “Does it…

Does it not hurt him?”

The person next to them shook their head, indicating they didn’t know; it was beyond their comprehension.

At that mont, even the most self-assured person began to respect the young man from the bottom of their heart.

Why is it that Guan Yu’s scraping the bone to treat poison could cause others to be “awestruck”?

It’s the sa principle: faced with such a scene, you can’t help but admire the person if you put yourself in their shoes.

Off to the side, Ding Deshui, who had slightly recovered, also saw this and his expression was complex.

He truly hadn’t expected this man to be so abnormal!

Yes, abnormal.

This couldn’t be explained by human standards; his nerves were as tough as steel.

He didn’t continue doing anything, because after the initial shock, Wen Weilin was now staring at him fiercely, gripping a chair in his hand that soone had passed to him.

Sirens were sounding outside; whenever a gun-related incident is reported, there should be no doubt that the public security organs will arrive as quickly as possible, no matter the location.

From the ti of the report to their arrival, it had not even been two minutes.

In fact, the police officers from Changlu County who had hurried to the scene were numbed.

Out of the blue, they received a situation report from the command center about the gun-related incident, and they mobilized swiftly after learning that shots had been fired by a suspect.

On the way there, they further learned that the victim was Tang Fangjing, and the shooter was Ding Deshui, which left them utterly bewildered.

No need to say who Tang Fangjing was; after the previous incident in Jingzhou where he was targeted with an excavator, the subsequent events were probably fresh in everyone’s mory.

The key was that the perpetrator was Ding Deshui, who had just been released on bail pending trial the previous day.

Supervision of house arrest or bail pending trial is managed by the public security bureau of the residence location, regardless of which judicial departnt authorized it.

Yet the person released on bail yesterday had used a gun today—what did that imply!

This incident erupted just as Lincheng was already in turmoil over those thirty-one cases, and the situation was sowhat stable only because the higher court had not yet reached a verdict.

And then, in the blink of an eye, this major incident unfolded.

So, on the way to the scene, everyone had one thought: Tang Fangjing absolutely must not die in Changlu County!

As long as he was alive, everything would still be manageable, but if he died, Changlu County would definitely face an upheaval.

Several police officers were ard; after opening the door, one officer stayed back to disperse the crowd, while the others rushed to find Tang Fangjing.

Actually, there was no need to search; he was right there in the crowd.

Then, the officers who entered were also taken aback by the horrific scene inside.

“Lawyer Tang, don’t move, you…

where is the ambulance, why hasn’t it arrived yet!”

Anyone who sees soone adjusting their own intestines would feel queasy; it’s an involuntary response unrelated to experience.

“Officer, thank you for coming, for the trouble.

It’s okay, I’m trained in dical aid; I’ve already secured a tourniquet, it’s what I used to stuff the wound earlier, plus so intestines were left outside, I’m just adjusting them now,” laughed Old Tang from inside.

The loss of blood made his face increasingly pale, but he remained composed.

The police officer didn’t know what to say, looked around, and then promptly subdued Ding Deshui.

Yes, in that way you might expect—by pushing him to the ground and cuffing his hands behind his back.