The real daughter, Xiaotaotie, became popular in the entertainment industry

Chapter 1940 He looks too laid back
"The next operation may not be successful." The old white coat was a little desperate: "You are all new here, you don't know how many years I have been here with him!"

"How many years?" asked the young man in the white coat.

"15 years, a full 15 years."

"Then what are you afraid of? It's been 15 years, and it's been changed from batch to batch. Aren't you and him all right?" There was a voice in a white coat.

"It's different this time, Mr. can't wait! Originally, his condition was under control and he could still move his fingers, but now it has deteriorated and he can't even move his fingers."

"Can you write a letter if you can't move your fingers?" one person sneered.

"It should have been written by someone." The voice of the old man in a white coat was hoarse: "Mr., life is worse than death. He can't move from the neck down. His temper and personality are getting worse and worse... I'm also afraid, after all, the last time I had An old guy like me, 15 years, kills when he says it."

"Who killed it?" The young man asked a crucial question.

Everyone stared at the elderly white coat.

The elderly man in a white coat looked at the middle-aged mixed race with wandering eyes.

The middle-aged mixed-race took a sip: "You killed that old guy, don't even try to pour dirty water on me!"

"First draw."

The young man lit a cigarette.

"It's either you or him, neither of you can wash it clean." The young man glanced at the two of them contemptuously.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" asked the woman in a white coat.

The female white coat waved her hand: "It seems that I am not addicted to this."

"Do you want more?" The young man handed her the second cigarette.

"Thank you."

He also basically understood why the elderly white coat was so eager to oppose the middle-aged mixed race.

Coughing again and again, one after another.

The young man directly threw a handful of cigarettes to him, "You guys share it."

"You don't look like a person who is afraid of death at all. Do you still have cigarettes on you?"

"Can you give me one?" Another beggar asked for a cigarette.

His appearance is out of tune with the people here, and he looks too leisurely.

"Who knows how long I can live? Try what you haven't tried."

Someone came up, "Can I have one?"

"It seems you don't smoke?"

They seem to have found an outlet for catharsis.

The young man smiled and said, "I'm afraid."

Because if one is going to die next time, it will either be him or a middle-aged mixed race, probably him, because middle-aged mixed races are more valued.

Several white coats with low endurance gathered together and shared cigarettes. Some of them were old smokers, but now they looked like a boy who had just smoked, coughing loudly after taking a big puff, because they smoked too much. Anxious.

"What? Are you addicted?"

"Have you calmed down yet?" The young man found a chair and sat down, with his hands on one leg and his Er Latiao raised.

The woman in the white coat shook her hand and lit the cigarette, took a puff, and coughed violently: "It's really choking!"

The aggrieved heart was not relieved by the smoke, but became more depressed by the smoke in the lung cavity.

The young man in the white coat glanced at the only lady here, nodded, and handed her a cigarette.

"Stop smoking, this thing is addictive, it's not easy to quit."

At that time, the middle-aged mixed blood must attack him. He is old, even if he resists, it may be difficult to escape.

Maybe coughing is a way to vent, which is more practical than smoking, coughing out the stuffiness in your heart.

"No, I just want to try again."

"Sorry, I don't have any more." The young man spread his hands, and suddenly his smile became very friendly: "I heard that you used to be a very famous plastic surgeon?"

The female white coat was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "This is quite profitable, so I have been doing it for a while."

The young man smiled meaningfully: "It's very difficult to change the head. We can't do it for the time being, but with our combined strength, it is not difficult to complete a successful face-changing operation."

(End of this chapter)