He was also sweating profusely, afraid of any mishaps. As his father, he feared he'd be beaten up too.
Zheng Jianguo had beaten up the three brothers quite a bit back then, but they were all grown up now... he didn't want to lose face like this.
"Dad, please calm down. Three days is very tight. We'll deal with this matter later," the eldest son quickly said.
"Hmph!"
Zheng Jianguo then put away his pistol, stared at Zheng Wenbin, angrily threw the pistol to the ground, and coldly said, "From now on, don't appear before them again."
After speaking, he turned and left, busy looking for people.
At this moment, Zheng Xiuwen rushed to Zheng Wenbin's side and helped him up, "Brother, are you okay..."
Zheng Wenbin shook his head, then immediately began to stop the bleeding. He shrugged off Zheng Xiuwen's hand, "Xiuwen, don't come near me, or Grandpa will scold you too."
"This... Brother, it's not that bad..."
Zheng Xiuwen said quickly.
"Xiuwen, be obedient."
Zheng Aimin also got up and winked at Zheng Xiuwen, "This is not a small matter."
"...Alas."
She could only sigh helplessly, not expecting her second brother to be in such a predicament. She used to admire her second brother.
She never expected the clever second brother to do such things.
Then, Zheng Aimin walked to Zheng Wenbin's side.
"Dad, don't come near me either. I've embarrassed you." Zheng Wenbin limped towards a side room. In his own room, he had tools and medicine for treatment.
"You brat."
Zheng Aimin stomped his feet anxiously.
However, he ultimately did not go closer.
His son, like him, was too concerned with appearances.
"Brother, let's go deal with the main business first. Since this matter has nothing to do with Wenbin, it's good news," the third son patted his shoulder and sighed.
"Yes..."
This could be considered a blessing in disguise.
If this matter were still related to his son, he could already predict his son's fate.
Certain death.
Not only would he die, but he would also implicate everyone in the Zheng family.
This was the situation he least wanted to see.
Zheng Wenbin entered the room, closed the door, and locked it. He then leaned against the door and slowly slid down. He finally let out a cry of pain. Blood had soaked through his pants. He tore open his pant leg and, forcing himself, took out his toolbox. He needed to perform a small surgery on himself.
The bullet was still lodged in his thigh and hadn't exited. If it wasn't removed soon, it would affect the future function of that leg.
He didn't want to become a cripple.
However, he couldn't find any anesthetic in his toolbox. This meant that if he needed to operate now, he would have to endure the pain and perform the surgery himself.
And the environment here...
He shook his head, bandaged his leg, and successfully stopped the bleeding. Afterward, he would have to go to the hospital.
He picked up his phone, preparing to contact hospital colleagues to pick him up.
Just then, there was a knock on his door.
"Wenbin, I'll take you to the hospital."
His eldest uncle's voice sounded from outside the door.
"Thank you, Uncle, but..."
"There are no buts. Your leg is important."