Chapter 119: Not Afraid of Fighting

  "Here they come, here they come, the police are coming!" Someone suddenly shouted from outside the crowd. The whole atmosphere suddenly burst open, and it seemed like the air had returned to this place again. Everyone felt a long sigh of relief, and the crowd instantly erupted into countless murmurs, although the voices were not loud, but they kept buzzing, making the scene look like a vegetable market. The silence just now was probably even quieter than the opening moment of some concerts.

  Yang Yawei also secretly let out a sigh of relief, if the police didn't come any later, he wouldn't know how to deal with it. At this time, Lu Lu and Xia Xue Lan who were standing not far behind and were stunned by the scene in front of them suddenly came back to their senses, the two of them were dazed for a moment before directly running towards Yang Yawei.

  "Are you okay?" Lu Lu rushed over and asked anxiously.

  "It's nothing, just a minor injury on my hand." Lulu and Xia Xue's arrival made Yang Yawei feel a little guilty and fearful after the fact. Only then did Yang Yawei feel the pain coming from the wound on his right hand.

  Three policemen pushed through the crowd, one of whom was a middle-aged policeman in his thirties, and the other two were younger, presumably the community police officers responsible for this area. After pushing through the crowd, when they saw the scene before their eyes, all three policemen took a deep breath. The leading middle-aged policeman, after being stunned for a moment, saw the yellow-haired man lying on the ground with his face covered in blood and his life uncertain, and immediately pushed one of the younger policemen beside him and shouted loudly: "Quickly call 120!"

  After finishing speaking, he rushed towards Huang Mao, quickly squatting down in front of Huang Mao, stretching out his hand to check Huang Mao's breath, confirming that Huang Mao was not dead, just fainted. Only then did the middle-aged policeman let out a sigh of relief. Noticing the expression on the middle-aged policeman's face, Yang Yawei hesitated for a moment before walking over and asking: "Excuse me, Officer, is he okay?"

  Fighting is nothing, but killing someone is a different story. Yang Yawei didn't want to become a murderer like Huang Mao for no reason. A good scolding was enough. The middle-aged policeman also noticed that Yang Yawei's right hand was still bleeding and looked at Xia Xuehan and Lu who were following closely behind him. The middle-aged policeman sighed: "What did you do?" "Uh... it was me."

  "One person does things and one person takes responsibility. Yang Yiwei paused for a moment, then acknowledged it very quickly. Besides, even if he didn't admit it, it would be useless with several hundred people watching."

  "Old Wang, you can't blame the young man for this. It's all Huang Mao's fault. What kind of person he is, you're not unaware, are you? And in that situation just now, the young man couldn't have controlled himself either. Who knows, Huang Mao was so fragile, one punch and it ended up like this." The middle-aged policeman hadn't even asked a question when a voice cut in directly, spoken by Wu Heizi from the aquatic store behind them.

  "What's with the fist?" The middle-aged policeman nicknamed Old Wang was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously retorting.

  "Alright, just one punch, we've got so many people watching. This kid really wants it."

  The crowd around immediately transmitted a sound of about a dozen people echoing, Yang Yawei took a glance, and it should be the owners of nearby shops coming in to buy things, probably very few people participated.

  Old Wang looked at Yang Yiwai with a strange gaze, then glanced at the exposed muscles on his upper body and seemed to understand. He sighed and shook his head: "Let Huang Mao be unlucky himself, he finally kicked an iron plate. Hey, little girl, don't move him for now, his wound has already been treated by 120, the ambulance will arrive soon. If you handle his wound now, it may worsen the injury."

  Looking at Lu Lu and Xia Xue Lan taking off the silk scarf from their necks to treat Yang Yiwei's wound, Old Wang hesitated for a moment before speaking.

  "What? Uncle, what about the bleeding wound?" Lulu and Xia Xuehan, who were about to take action, immediately stopped their movements in a fluster, not knowing what to do. Xia Xuehan took a look at Yang Yawei's wound, mustered up her courage, lifted her head, and asked Old Wang.

  "It's okay, this young man is so robust, bleeding a bit won't hurt him. You take out the glass shards from his wound, and the bleeding will actually speed up healing. Just wait a bit, when the ambulance arrives, let the doctor handle it. You use a scarf to tie around his arm to temporarily stop the bleeding, that's all." Old Wang said.

  Yang Yawei felt a lot more at ease, originally he thought the yellow hair was in cahoots with the nearby police and rats, but now it seems that's not the case. Otherwise, Old Wang wouldn't be so furious, and those two young policemen are now collecting the ID cards of those thugs, making them squat against the wall not far from Huang Mao.

  These thugs were actually honest, none of them ran away, they all honestly squatted there with their heads in their hands. One of them even took out a pack of cigarettes from his buttocks and handed it out to the others. The young policeman was so angry and amused that he kicked one of the thugs and told him to put it away, but looking at the thug's expression, like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, he could only helplessly let him go.

  Lulu and Xia Xue tied the scarf around Yang Yawei's arm, Old Wang looked at Yang Yawei who had already been dealt with, walked over and said: "You'll record your confession later, you can't leave until it's done." Having never eaten pork but having seen pigs run, Yang Yawei also knew things wouldn't be that easy, he smiled wryly and nodded in agreement. Only then did Old Wang turn to the surrounding onlookers and loudly say: "Alright,

  "Alright, it's all over now, everyone has dispersed, let's disperse! The ambulance will be here soon! Don't block the traffic here, are you not doing business anymore?!" As Old Wang shouted non-stop, the crowd around him finally started to slowly disperse, although there were still some people surrounding, but the number of people had decreased significantly.

  "Hey little brother, didn't notice it huh." Wu Heizi came over, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and handed it to Yang Yawei. Yang Yawei wasn't much of a smoker, although he did smoke, but whether he smoked or not was no big deal. After glancing at Lu Lu and Xia Xue Shan, Yang Yawei shook his head and said: "Forget it, I've still got injuries on my hand, won't be smoking for now, thanks Wu old brother."

  Wu Heizi smiled and waved his hand: "What are you thanking me for? It's not like it's a big deal. Besides, this matter is also Huang Mao's own fault, it has nothing to do with you. As long as no one died, that's all that matters. This time, let's just consider it a lesson for him. If he continues to provoke others everywhere, even if you don't take action this time, someone else will eventually. Who knows, maybe this is still the lighter punishment."

  Yang Yawei didn't know what kind of person Huang Mao was, but he deeply agreed with this sentence. Walking on the night road for a long time will always encounter ghosts. As they spoke, the sound of an ambulance had already echoed from afar. An ambulance soon drove directly to this place and stopped steadily. A driver who looked similar to Old Wang, the police officer, jumped out of the car and complained, "I'm telling you, Old Wang, how are you managing things? I've almost become a regular driver here."

  Upon hearing this, Old Wang, the police officer, could only smile wryly and shake his head, saying: "Uh, has the doctor arrived? Hurry up and get him treated, it's a bit serious this time, don't let anyone die."

  "Ah? Coming, coming." Upon hearing Old Wang's words, the driver's expression also turned serious. He quickly called out and a doctor and two nurses jumped down from the ambulance, carrying emergency boxes and rushing towards Huang Mao.

  "Hey, take care of this side too, there's still an injured person here." Seeing the doctor and nurse rush to Huang Mao's side, Lu Lu immediately spoke out loudly with some dissatisfaction.

  The doctor, a man in his forties, had already roughly examined Huang Mao's condition and confirmed that he was not in danger. He glanced at Yang Yawei before turning to a young nurse beside him and saying, "Little Liu, go take care of things over there."

  Little Liu nurse immediately stood up and ran over to Yang Yawei, this nurse looked like she was only 24 years old, probably not working in the hospital for a long time, otherwise, would not be assigned to emergency rescue here, in the hospital, this is not an easy job.

  She took a glance at the nurse's name tag, which read Liu Yue. Liu Yue ran to Yang Yawei's side, glanced at Lu Lu and Xia Xue Lan beside him, then looked at Yang Yawei's beer-stained upper body, her face slightly red. She quickly lowered her head to examine Yang Yawei's right hand, then whispered: "Uh, follow me over here to treat your wound."

  Watching Liu Yue quickly leave, Yang Yawei couldn't help but laugh and cry. What's with the blush, as a nurse, what kind of body haven't you seen before? I reckon you've seen plenty of men too, right? Yang Yawei didn't think much of it, but he had no idea how big an impact his muscles had on women. Not just this unfamiliar little nurse, even Xia Xuelan and Lu Lu, who were very familiar with Yang Yawei, couldn't help but feel their faces burning when they looked at his muscles.

  It's just that at this moment, because of the injury on Yang Yawei's hand, both of them were suppressing that awkwardness and didn't think about it. Following the little nurse Liu Yue to the back of the ambulance to treat the wound, the doctor over there was also giving Huang Mao emergency treatment. Huang Mao soon woke up and let out a few piercing cries, even making Old Wang's police officers somewhat unbearable, kicking Huang Mao's leg with his foot and saying in a bad tone: "What are you crying about? You're simply asking for it."

  Huang Mao is unable to speak at this moment, and Yang Yiwei can't see the situation on that side either.

  Yang Yawei's hand was not seriously injured, but some of the glass shards that had been smashed onto Huang Mao's face were still stuck in his hand, cutting a very deep wound. Now that these glass shards have been removed and the wound has been cleaned with alcohol, Yang Yawei's reinforced muscles stopped the bleeding, and soon his right hand was wrapped in several layers of gauze.

  "Alright. Go back and buy some anti-inflammatory medicine, be careful not to get the wound wet, with your body it should be fine in two or three days." Liu Yuexiao said with a smile after bandaging Yang Yawei's wound.