Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 1439: Dismissive

Zhao Junkai nodded. "Of course. I thought of that already. I’ll take care of your little brother for you. He’s on the second floor now! Go see him. When he found out you’d gone missing, he was really upset!"

Jiang Guangrong looked at Zhao Junkai gratefully. Zhang Xianhai pushed Jiang Guangrong’s wheelchair to the bottom of the stairs. Tian Jue and Zhang Xianhai lifted the wheelchair together and quickly carried him up to the second floor. Jiang Guangrong came to a room in the corridor and knocked on the door.

Jiang Guangguang opened the door and saw it was Jiang Guangrong knocking. He was instantly excited, but when he saw Jiang Guangrong sitting in a wheelchair, his whole person collapsed and he burst into tears with a "waa."

Jiang Guangguang hugged Jiang Guangrong tightly. "Brother, where did you go? I thought you..."

With a guilty look on his face, Jiang Guangrong patted Jiang Guangguang’s back and smiled. "What’s wrong? You thought your brother was dead?"

Jiang Guangguang let go of him and squatted in front of the wheelchair. He shook his head, speaking excitedly. "No, my Brother Fu is someone fate protects. How could he die? Brother, how come you’re in a wheelchair? Where are you hurt?"

Jiang Guangrong shook his head, patted Jiang Guangguang on the shoulder, and smiled. "I took a bullet in the arm, and someone beat my leg with a stick. It’s nothing. I’ll be able to stand in a few days. In ten days you’ll be starting school. I’ll take you there myself. Guang, don’t worry. If I don’t see you grow up and start a family, I won’t let anything happen to me. Otherwise, if I go up to heaven to see our parents, I won’t have the face to say a single word to them.

"What are you talking about, you know? How could anything happen to my brother? I heard Sister Qiu say you joined the suicide squad. That means you’re safe, big brother. How could a storm like this beat you?"

"Right, trust your brother!" Jiang Guangrong smiled and shot Tian Jue a reproving look.

Hearing Jiang Guangguang’s words, Tian Jue had already anticipated Jiang’s reaction. Before Jiang Guangrong could glare at him, he tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling, pretending he knew nothing.

Seeing his head wrapped in thick gauze, Jiang Guangguang knew the arm and leg injuries Jiang Guangrong had mentioned were just to reassure him. What had really hurt him was that head wound. Jiang Guangguang looked at him with pleading eyes. "Brother, let’s not get involved in that stuff anymore, okay? Let’s just go home. I’m really scared..."

Jiang Guangrong’s expression suddenly changed. After a while he sighed, turned his head to look at the stairwell window, and said softly, "Guang, there are some things you don’t understand..."

Jiang Guangguang shook his head. "I’m not a kid. I know a lot. I’m not my brother’s little baby anymore!"

"Yeah, you’re grown. You should understand a man has to shoulder a man’s responsibilities. Ask yourself—was Sister Xueyun good to you or not?"

Jiang Guangguang was speechless.

Jiang Guangrong went on, "Since those bastards dared to kill your Sister Xueyun, as a man, your brother has to avenge her, even if it costs him this life she gave up!"

Jiang Guangguang slapped his chest hard. "Brother, when I grow up I can help you do things. I want to avenge Sister Xueyun too!"

Jiang Guangrong’s face darkened. After a while he forced himself to calm down and said in a low voice, "Guang, listen. Even though I’m only your half brother, I would never harm you. I don’t want you walking down that no‑return road like the Underground Gang. If you’re talking about avenging Sister Xueyun, let me do that for you. What you should do is study hard, find a good job in the future. The most important thing for me is to see you live out your life in peace, whether I make a name for myself or not. I never want—and will never allow—you to step onto that road. I can’t turn back anymore. Do you understand?"

Jiang Guangguang nodded, crestfallen.

Jiang Guangrong patted his shoulder again. "You’ll stay with Junkai for a few days. When it’s time for school, I’ll come pick you up."

Jiang Guangguang stared at him in surprise. He had a strong feeling Jiang Guangrong was going to do something extremely dangerous. He clutched his brother’s sleeve tightly. He knew his brother’s character too well—once he decided on something, he never turned back. Jiang Guangguang’s right arm trembled slightly. "Brother, you have to come back safe. I’ll be waiting for you to take me to school. If you don’t show up one day to pick me up, then that day I won’t go to school either!"

Jiang Guangrong was amused by Jiang Guangguang’s childish threat.

After Jiang Guangrong and the others returned to their old home in Yanghe, Sunx Han, who was staying at his house, had already prepared a late‑night meal and some medicine.

After nightfall, Zhang Xianhai brought over all the medicine Sunx Han had prepared and got ready to change Jiang Guangrong’s bandages and disinfect the wound again.

When Zhang Xianhai unwrapped the gauze from his arm, he nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Just ten days and the wound’s already starting to scab. There’s even some scar tissue forming. I’ll clean it again now. It has to be disinfected every day, otherwise if it gets infected you’re screwed."

Jiang Guangrong nodded without speaking.

Li Mubai came over to hold his left arm. The entrance wound on the left side of Jiang Guangrong’s arm was just a small hole, but the exit wound from the bullet was a terrifyingly large one.

Zhang Xianhai walked over with a bottle of medical alcohol. He twisted the cap off. He glanced at Li Mubai, then looked deeply at Jiang Guangrong. "Brother Mubai, hold him steady. Guangrong, grit your teeth. Don’t tense up, or the scar will split open again."

Jiang Guangrong and Li Mubai both nodded solemnly.

Using tweezers to hold a medical cotton ball soaked in alcohol, Zhang Xianhai carefully wiped around the ragged bullet entrance in his arm. Jiang Guangrong made no sound, only furrowed his brows.

Very soon Zhang Xianhai finished with that side. Then he turned Jiang Guangrong’s arm over, and a ghastly gaping wound appeared before everyone’s eyes.

Zhang Xianhai sighed. "This was from a low‑power handgun. Good thing. If it had been a higher‑caliber piece, your arm would be useless. But even so, when the bullet punched out of your arm it tore a lot of muscle. Luckily it didn’t hit an artery; otherwise, even a shot in the arm can make you bleed out in no time, and even an Immortal would have a hard time saving you. You’ve been with the suicide squad for over a year—you should know how terrifying serious wounds are, and how much it hurts to treat them. What’s worse, you’ve still got a bullet in your head, so my suggestion is you don’t use anesthesia. But you also can’t tense the muscles in your arm, or the wound might split open. Problem is, when people are in pain they usually can’t control themselves... I’m rambling a bit, but you get what I mean, right? Anesthesia or not, you decide."

Jiang Guangrong nodded and leaned his whole body back against the wheelchair. His right hand trembled slightly from nerves. Sunx Han sat on his right side and gently placed his own right hand over Jiang Guangrong’s, looking at him with a comforting gaze.

Jiang Guangrong glanced at Sunx Han, then slowly closed his eyes. "All right, Xianhei, do it."

Zhang Xianhai nodded gravely. "I’ll say it again: don’t tense your arm. You have to fight your body’s instincts."

Jiang Guangrong nodded, still silent.

Zhang Xianhai wasn’t joking around. He took one look at the bullet exit wound on Jiang Guangrong’s right arm, then poured medical alcohol directly into it.

Jiang Guangrong’s brows knotted into a ball. Aside from clenching his right hand a few times, his body didn’t react at all.

Holding the scalpel and scissors Tian Jue had just sterilized, Zhang Xianhai said in a low voice, "All right, I’m going in."

Jiang Guangrong still kept his eyes tightly shut, saying nothing.

A chill ran down Li Mubai’s spine. "Damn, Brother Xianhei, I thought you were just going to disinfect it. You’re..."

Zhang Xianhai sighed. "He was very weak at the time. I only cut away part of the necrotic muscle tissue then. Ten days later he’s recovered a bit. This is the last time to remove the remaining dead tissue. If we don’t, it’ll get infected."

Li Mubai’s mouth twitched. He fell silent.