eurekapd Chapter 1947: Murder to silence witnesses?
Chapter 1947: Murder to silence witnesses?
"Yuan Neng is injured and unconscious?"
Guo Qian's scream exploded in the silent ruins, startling the crows perched on the withered trees in the distance.
This series of exclamations left countless people present confused, surprised, and even somewhat bewildered.
How could Yuan Neng, a menial monk in the monastery, have been injured outside?
What is he doing outside?
And what caused the injury?
Was it an accident or was it intentional harm?
These questions flashed through people's minds, and the monk who brought the news was trembling on the spot.
"Go take a look!" Li Xiangnan waved his hand decisively.
Yuan Neng cannot afford to get into trouble now. If something happens to him, some clues related to Yuan Da may be cut off, and subsequent investigations will be hindered!
At this moment, Li Xiangnan was more inclined to believe that someone wanted to shut up Monk Yuan Neng, so they killed him!
"Quick!" Upon hearing Li Xiangnan's shout, Guo Qian immediately became alert and waved to the surrounding police officers: "Leave two comrades here to seal off the scene, the rest of you come with me to the front hall!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Li Xiangnan turned around and called out, "Abbot Yuantong!"
Yuan Tong slowly opened his eyes, his face revealing little emotion. He simply murmured a Buddhist chant and stood up with Yuan Hui's help. His wet monk's robe clung to his body, and he walked with a slight limp, but his back remained ramrod straight: "Junior brother has business to attend to and should go quickly. Benefactor Li, you may go first!"
Without further hesitation, Li Xiangnan led Defa Zimo and Guo Qian and the others through the messy backyard to the square in front of the main hall of Pudu Temple. The sound of students reciting lessons from the nearby primary school, which had requisitioned buildings from the temple, could still be heard.
In the square, a number of monks and pilgrims cooperating with the investigation gathered around, pointing and discussing amongst themselves.
Liu Yiming, who was staying at the temple gate, had already pulled two policemen to maintain order and disperse the crowd that was very close together.
A person was lying in the open space in the middle of the cordon they had set up.
It was none other than the handyman monk Yuan Neng!
His face was ashen, his eyes were closed, and his lips were dry, cracked, and purplish.
The monk's robe he was wearing was very old, almost soaked with dark red blood, especially in the chest area, where the color was so dark it was almost black.
Li Xiangnan strode over and found that some of the bloodstains had dried and hardened, while the blood beneath him was still slowly seeping through his clothes, staining the bluestone slab red.
Yuan Neng's lower leg was bent at an abnormal angle, clearly indicating a fracture, and the angle was terrifying to look at.
His breath was extremely weak, and he was on the verge of death.
"Make way, make way! Advisor Li!" Upon seeing the situation, Guo Qian quickly shouted, ordering the crowd to make way for Li Xiangnan.
Li Xiangnan rushed to Yuan Neng's side, squatted down, and quickly placed his fingers on Yuan Neng's carotid artery. His brows furrowed instantly.
The pulse was extremely weak, erratic, thin yet rapid, almost impossible to feel.
He immediately lifted the front of Yuan Neng's blood-stained monk's robe with his left hand, and a series of exclamations immediately rang out around him.
His monk's robe, covering his chest and abdomen, bore several obvious marks from sharp objects; the thin fabric revealed exposed, bulging flesh from the wounds.
Li Xiangnan examined the wound closely and found that the deepest part was below his left rib, which had already damaged his internal organs. A small amount of pale yellow liquid mixed with the organs was seeping out, and it had a pungent smell.
"Defa, Zimo, help!" Li Xiangnan didn't even look up, immediately rolling up his sleeves. "Hold him down, I need to stop the bleeding immediately! Check for any other fatal injuries! Captain Guo, immediately send someone to call Nianwei Hospital for an ambulance... Forget it, there's no time! Quick, have Lao Wei and the others find a flatbed cart in the temple or nearby neighborhoods to load him onto the jeep and get him to the nearest hospital as soon as possible. Also, find some clean cloths and hot water, quick!"
His voice was calm and quick, carrying an unquestionable authority.
Wang Defa and Song Ziming were already used to his style and worked together seamlessly to fix the body of the Yuan energy, avoiding secondary damage and also to give Li Xiangnan room to maneuver.
Without saying a word, Guo Qian quickly directed the surrounding police officers and monks to search for the items.
"How could he have become like this... It's obvious someone deliberately wanted to hurt him..."
Liu Yiming stood to the side, looking very anxious.
Wang Defa and Song Ziming, who were supporting Yuan Neng, exchanged a glance but remained silent.
That's obvious.
Yuan Neng's absence from the temple today must be related to this assassination attempt!
Another secret about Pudu Temple has been added!
Right now, the two of them felt the same way as Li Xiangnan: they absolutely could not let Yuan Neng die!
This person must have a secret that others fear!
Li Xiangnan had already quickly cleared Yuan Neng's mouth, nose, and airway, and checked several major wounds.
That cut under the ribs was really dangerous; it must have damaged the spleen or intestines, which is also where the bleeding was the most.
He didn't shy away from it. He took out his acupuncture needle bag from his waist and placed it on the ground. He took out the longest needles and had the monks in the temple disinfect them with incense and candles. Then he aimed them at the acupoints and inserted them without hesitation.
The current acupuncture technique is used to close the main blood vessels, reduce the amount of bleeding from the Yuan energy, and at the same time stimulate the Yuan energy so that the Yuan energy can realize that someone is saving him and awaken his will to live.
"Does the temple have any hemostatic medicine? The kind of wound medicine you usually use? Or just give me a handful of incense ash!" Li Xiangnan asked, fiddling with the end of the gold needle as he looked around.
The temple has many monks, and they usually treat their injuries themselves within the temple grounds. Instead, they keep some common herbs or powders on hand.
"Yes, there are some in the Medicine King Hall, I'll go get them!" An old monk jumped up and ran off.
Soon, under Li Xiangnan's arrangement, clean strips of cloth and hot water door panels were found, and a cart was prepared at the bottom of the square steps.
With Defa's help, Li Xiangnan used hot water to wash away the blood and grime around the wound, revealing the horrific wound.
The old monk from the Medicine King Hall also brought out a ceramic jar containing brown medicinal powder. It smelled strongly of Panax notoginseng, Bletilla striata, and other herbs. After careful examination, Li Xiangnan knew that it was a high-quality hemostatic medicine that could be used to stop bleeding and promote tissue regeneration.
Without hesitation, he sprinkled medicinal powder around the wound and carefully tied it with strips of cloth.
After treating the wounds on his chest and abdomen, he immediately went to treat Yuan Neng's broken leg, quickly treating it with the staff of the temple's martial monks.
Throughout the process, Li Xiangnan was completely focused. Although the atmosphere around him was very tense, his hands were as steady as a rock, and every step was crisp and clean.
The monks and pilgrims around him watched with bated breath, afraid of disturbing his movements and causing them to become distorted, their eyes filled with amazement and hope.
Abbot Yuantong stood quietly not far away, watching, slowly playing with the string of prayer beads in his hands.
His gaze fell on his junior brother, who was bleeding profusely and whose life hung in the balance, and then frequently swept over Li Xiangnan, who was busy trying to save him. His eyes were complex, showing both the compassion of a monk for all living beings and a deeper, indescribable emotion.
After emergency treatment, Yuan Neng's bleeding was temporarily brought under control, his complexion stabilized slightly, and his chest began to rise and fall slightly.
Li Xiangnan then relaxed slightly, but he did not let his guard down, his brows still furrowed.
Yuan Neng's injuries are extremely severe. He has lost too much blood, his internal organs are damaged, and there is a possibility of internal bleeding. He must undergo proper surgery and blood transfusion immediately, otherwise his chances of survival are slim!
Li Xiangnan can only provide basic treatment for the external injuries here!
"He must be taken to the hospital immediately!" Li Xiangnan stood up and said to Guo Qian, "I can only save his life temporarily, but he still needs surgery, the sooner the better!"
"Okay!" Guo Qian nodded and immediately arranged for strong monks to carefully lift the energy onto the flatbed and transport it out.
"Cough cough... Heh—"
Just then, Yuan Neng, who had been unconscious, suddenly grabbed Li Xiangnan's clothes, let out a very faint, hoarse sound, and his eyelids twitched violently.
He opened his mouth, his eyes showing extreme pain.
Li Xiangnan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bent down: "Master Yuan Neng, what did you say? Who hurt you?"