"Gold mine?"
Jiang Feng's eyes flashed with gold light as he brought over the first aid kit.
"Are you really giving it to me?"
Song Heping sneered, "Do you think a gold mine would be of any use if you have an arterial bleed? You'd be better off burning more paper money for King Yama, it might be more effective."
It's not that Song Heping despised the gold mine.
He just found Hou Xing's behavior ridiculous.
Money can sometimes save your life.
But sometimes, it can't.
If the stray bullet had hit a major artery instead of a regular blood vessel just now, even if Hou Xing gave him a diamond mine, he still wouldn't be able to save him.
Hou Xing had the typical mentality of a nouveau riche.
Money.
Give money!
As long as you give money, anything can be done.
But in a place like Africa, bullets don't believe in cash.
Here, bullets are used to rob cash.
After observing the amount of bleeding carefully, Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mr. Hou, let's make it clear, if I save you this time, the gold mine will be mine."
"Fine… fine… whatever works..."
Hou Xing was now willing to agree to anything.
Money is valuable when you are healthy.
When you are dying, it becomes worthless.
Money is only valuable if it can save your life, otherwise paper money burned during the Qingming Festival would be more useful.
"My gold mine can produce about two kilograms of gold a day..."
Song Heping took out a hemostatic belt from the first aid kit, wrapped it around Hou Xing's thigh, and pulled hard.
"Ah——"
Boss Hou screamed again.
"Stop talking about your gold mine. You're still bleeding a lot. Do you feel a bit cold?"
"A little..."
Hou Xing asked in panic, "Am I going to die?"
Song Heping said, "You need a doctor to sew and treat the wound. If not timely, this hemostatic belt won't hold for long, we need to release it every now and then, otherwise your leg will become necrotic, and then we will have to..."
Song Heping made a chopping gesture.
"Amputate, understand?"
"Brother, Brother He Ping..."
Hou Xing was really scared.
"I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. I can't die..."
Jiang Feng couldn't help but interject, "You're almost fifty, and your child is only three years old? And your wife is young?"
This hit a sore spot.
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward.
Ah Guan explained from the side, "Second marriage… second marriage..."
Song Heping did not want to continue this boring topic and asked the guide next to him, "Is there a hospital nearby?"
"In this godforsaken place, where could there be a hospital?"
The guide spread his hands helplessly, "We are close to the battle line here, the UN does have a hospital a hundred kilometers away, but going there would take too much time..."
"Then we won't go."
He was still on the UN KB organization list, going there would be walking into a trap.
"Is there anywhere else other than the UN?"
"It seems..."
The guide scratched his head, thought for a while.
"Yes!"
His eyes lit up.
"I remember, there is a church nearby, it is said that there is a female doctor there who came with the missionaries, in Koma Village."
"Koma Village? How far?" Song Heping asked.