Chapter 29: Gunshot Wound Can't Be Treated

  Lin Feng did not escape out of the city, because Ito's last words clearly meant to tell him - you'd better not play tricks, don't forget that you still have family members, and even if you run away, a monk can't run away from his temple.

  And Ito also believed that Lin Feng would definitely understand the meaning behind his words and did not arrange for anyone to follow and monitor him.

  Halfway through, Lin Feng saw that the Japanese army was not following and let go of Ito Kamejiro.

  As for Ito Kamejiro's angry shouting after his release, Lin Feng directly ignored him because he couldn't understand what that bird language was.

  "Master, where are we going now?"

  Yue Xiang accompanied Yao Fengyun to the Lin family for a short time and had never been to the county town, nor did she know about the Lin family's industry, so she asked this question.

  Lin Feng originally had injuries on his body, and after the commotion at the West City Gate just now, he felt a tightness in his chest, so he closed his eyes and rested in the horse carriage. When he heard Yuesiang's inquiry, he softly said: "Go to Linji Warehouse."

  Lin's Warehouse

  Lin Feng returned here at noon.

  After being away for several days, Lin Feng returned here again. The objects were still the same as before, and the people were also the same as before. The only difference was that there was a father inside now.

  Nothing has changed, but Lin Feng's mood had greatly changed after going through all these things.

  When Li Zhuang was sent by Master to welcome Lin Feng on his way out, he showed surprise at the first glance!

  Lin Feng saw Li Zhuang only staring at him with a surprised expression, but didn't say anything. He couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Li Zhuang, is there something wrong with me?"

  "There's nothing." Mr. Li came back to himself, "It's just that looking at Young Master makes me feel like he's different from before!"

  Lin Feng smiled and asked, "What's different?"

  "He's gotten darker, thinner, and looks even more mature and stable!"

  "Stable and mature?" Moon Fragrance thought of the young master's crazy behavior at the West City Gate earlier, and she couldn't agree with Li Zhuangzhu's words, whispering this sentence softly.

  Lin Feng heard this and didn't blame the little girl for talking too much, but instead smiled again and said with deep feeling: "People should always grow up."

  He didn't say "grow up" but said "should grow up", which is a self-reflection of his previous absurd and unruly self.

  "Come on, the old master is waiting for you inside!"

  Li said as he stepped aside and invited the young master to go first.

  Backyard, living room.

  Lin Feng stopped in his tracks at the entrance, took a deep breath, looked around at Li Zhuang and Yue Xiang who were following him, and then mustered up the courage to take another step forward.

  "Dad, I'm back!"

  Lin Feng entered the house and saw his father sitting on the sofa with a tea bowl in his hand, and quickly greeted him.

  It had been several days since they last met, and Lin Feng noticed that his father's temples had noticeably more white hair, he knew this was due to worrying about him, and the guilt in his heart grew even stronger.

  Lin Qingyuan seemed to have not heard his son's voice, bringing the tea bowl to his mouth and taking a sip, with no interest in even raising an eyebrow.

  Lin Feng couldn't gauge how angry his father was now, feeling a bit apprehensive, he walked over quietly and stood silently in front of his father.

  Lin Qingyuan finished his tea and put the teacup back on the tea table, still not raising his eyes or speaking, as if he had fallen asleep.

  The atmosphere in the living room was somewhat oppressive, and Li Zhuang and Yuexiang stood at the door and didn't dare to go inside.

  "Dad."

  Lam Fung called out softly again.

  Lin Qingyuan finally opened his eyes and looked at Lin Feng with a tone that was neither hot nor cold, saying: "Do you know there's still a father in this house?"

  When Lin Feng heard his father's tone was calm, but the meaning of blame was very heavy, he quickly smiled and said: "Dad, look at what you're saying, even if I forget everyone in the world, I can't forget you!"

  It seems that Father is still in a bad mood, so it's best to think of a way to make the old man happy first. Lin Feng said this and then went forward, stretching out his hand to massage his father's shoulders.

  Lin Qingyuan shook his shoulder and dodged his son's hand, saying: "I'm not so old that I'm useless, no need for you to massage me."

  "Dad, look at you, your hair has turned white. Lin Feng put his hand on his father's shoulder again, rubbing it as he spoke, "I know this is all because of me, worrying about me. Dad, I was wrong this time, I didn't think it through, please calm down, I'll definitely correct my mistake and promise not to do it again."

  Lin Qingyuan felt a little surprised when he heard his son's apology - this kid had always been arrogant, never even looking at his own father straight in the eye, so what was going on today?

  At this time, Li Zhuang walked in and said: "Master, you see that the young master has really made progress, he knows to apologize to you now, this is a big step forward, why don't you calm down?"

  Yuexiang, who had been saved by Lin Feng before, also followed closely and pleaded for him: "Master, you may not know that the young master is injured now and cannot be too tired. This journey has been very tiring, please calm down and let the young master go back to his room to rest!"

  When he heard that his son was injured, Lin Qingyuan could no longer pretend to be calm and composed. He suddenly stood up, grabbed Lin Feng's arm, and anxiously asked: "Are you hurt? Where is the injury? How did you get hurt? Is it serious?"

  Lin Feng's arm was pulled by his father, which moved his chest, and inside the chest cavity was a sharp pain, so painful that even breathing became difficult, his face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat came down from his forehead. However, when he saw the anxious and concerned expression on his father's face, what filled his heart was warmth.

  "Ow......" Lin Feng couldn't help but cry out in pain.

  "Master, be careful! Young master's lung is injured and cannot withstand pulling or tugging!"

  "Oh" Lin Qingyuan hastily let go of his son's arm.

  Lin Feng finally caught his breath and said cautiously: "It's okay, I'm fine, just need to rest for a couple of days."

  Lin Qingyuan then said to Li Zhanggui: "Quickly let Dali go and invite a doctor."

  Li Zhuangui left as ordered.

  "Yue Xiang, quickly help Feng Er back to her room to rest." Lin Qing Yuan instructed the maid.

  Yuexiang reached out to help Lin Feng.

  Lin Feng waved his hand and said, "No need, I can walk."

  Lin Feng returned to his own room and lay down on the bed to rest. Before long, a doctor carrying a medical box came in under Li Zhu's lead.

  After Doctor Lang took Lin Feng's pulse, the diagnosis was the same as before when he saw a doctor in his hometown. They all thought that his lungs had been shocked and then prescribed him medicine.

  Lin Feng said at this time: "Lang Zhong, there is another wound on my shoulder, would you mind taking a look at it too?"

  Lang Zhong did not suspect anything else and walked to Lin Feng's bedside.

  Lin Feng sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it down a bit, revealing the bandage on his right shoulder.

  The doctor turned around and took out a pair of scissors from the medicine box, carefully cutting open the bandage, revealing a wound underneath.

  Seeing this wound, both Lang Zhong and Li Zhuang were shocked. This was no ordinary wound, it was a gunshot wound!

  "This... " Lang Zhong looked at the wound and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Young Master Lin, this is a gunshot wound. I won't be able to treat it."

  "Can't treat a gunshot wound?" Lin Feng looked at the doctor in puzzlement, this doctor couldn't be so incompetent, could he?!

  "Yes, Master Lin." Lang looked embarrassed. "Now the only place in our county town that can treat gunshot wounds is the Japanese hospital, nowhere else can."

  After listening to Lang Zhong's explanation, Lin Feng became even more perplexed. Could they see it before? Why can't they see it now?

  "Why?" Lin Feng asked.

  "The Japanese said it was to strictly investigate anti-Japanese elements, and they took away all the medicine for gunshot wounds except those in their hospital." Lang Zhong said with some indignation while putting away the medicine boxes on the table.

  Lang Zhong was sent away, Lin Feng had just lain down under Yue Xiang's service, and Li Zhuang came back again.

  "Anything else?" Lin Feng asked Li Zhuangui as he looked at him.

  "Master, your gunshot wound..." Li Zhuang stopped mid-sentence.

  "What's wrong?" Lin Feng asked.

  Li Zhuanggui remained silent for a moment before finally asking: "How did you manage that?"

  Li Zhanggui had been working at Linji for many years, always diligent and conscientious. Lin Feng didn't treat him as an outsider, so he told the truth: "I was shot by a little Japanese devil."

  Li Zhuanggui was surprised by Lin Feng's words: "How were you beaten by the Japanese?"

  "I didn't lose out in the fight, I killed several of them!" Lin Feng said with a "heh heh" laugh, as if he wasn't worried about the gunshot wound on his shoulder at all.

  "What?" Hearing Lin Feng say that his injury was from fighting with the Japanese, Li Zhuang became even more surprised. "You've also fought with the Japanese?"

  Lin Feng rolled his eyes and thought to himself: "I've been in the dare-to-die corps, fighting against the Japanese army is nothing, why are you so shocked that your mouth is hanging open?"

  "Let's talk about this later, okay?" Lin Feng felt really tired now, "I want to take a nap."

  "Alright, young master, I won't disturb you anymore, rest assured!"

  Li said after finishing, Lin Feng nodded.

  Li Zhuanggui left on his own initiative.

  Lunch was brought into Lin Feng's room by Yuexiang. After eating, Lin Feng felt a bit more energetic and didn't sleep anymore, instead lying on the bed thinking about his troubles.

  Father is now seen, although he looks a bit older, as long as people are safe and sound.

  Don't worry about Father's matter anymore, now it's just Feng Jie's matter left, need to understand her current situation as soon as possible.

  But I'm still recovering from my injury, so it seems that Spring Breeze Pavilion is out of the question for now. Otherwise, if Father finds out that I went to such a place while injured, he'll be furious and might even spit blood. What am I supposed to do?

  Why don't you send someone over?

  Who will be sent?

  Yuexiang is definitely out of the question. If this matter were to reach Yao Fengyun's ears, it would not be a glorious thing at all.

  Who else can be sent?

  Great power?

  No way, this kid is out of his mind. Whether or not things can be done properly is one thing, but coming back and spouting nonsense will just cause trouble. The old man was already unhappy about running away on the day of the wedding for Feng Jie's sake, and now he's still living in the warehouse. This matter should be kept under wraps.

  It's really hard for people!

  Lin Feng hadn't figured out how to deal with Feng Jie's matter, when another troublesome thing also came to mind, that was the trouble he had caused at the city gate today.

  Lin Feng never thought that the Japanese were a loyal and kind people, although Ito said something nice today, but after seeing his bastard nephew return safely, it's hard to guarantee that he won't come back to settle accounts after autumn.

  Everything is a mess and frustrating, how can Lin Feng calm down and recover from his injuries?

  Just then, Yueliang pushed open the door and said: "Young master, someone has come looking for you."

  He had just returned, who would come looking for him at this time? Lin Feng felt a bit suspicious.

  Yue Xiang didn't wait for Young Master to speak and added another sentence: "That person doesn't seem like a good person."

  "Why?" Yueshang spoke out of turn to the visiting guest, Lin Feng didn't blame her, but instead asked this one sentence.

  No matter who comes, they are all guests of Lin Feng, this young master. Logically speaking, Yue Xiang is just a little maid and shouldn't be so presumptuous, but she still said it, there must be a reason for this.