Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

Sitting in the car, I have already thought of countermeasures.No matter what Zhao Wusheng thinks, if he really wants to push Zhang Yujie out as a scapegoat, then I will stand up and expose him.

No matter what, I can't just watch Zhang Yujie suffer this injustice!

Because, we are brothers!

When I made a plan, I felt a lot more relaxed.The matter about Chen Zhipeng, when Zhao Wusheng used me for the first time, made me feel faintly uncomfortable.

Now he has become addicted to taking advantage of me, treating me like a chess piece in his palm again and again, does he really think that I am a sick cat? [

When I arrived at the city hospital, I jumped out of the car and ran inside, but the hospital was too big, and I was dazzled by the dazzling topographic map.

It’s past three o’clock in the middle of the night, and there aren’t many people in the hospital. There are two dozing nurses sitting on the service desk at the door. I walked over and knocked on the desk and said, “Where are the people who were sent by the 120 ambulance earlier?”

According to Zhang Yujie's words, I already knew that Uncle Wu had already boarded the ambulance.

"Still undergoing emergency surgery, what's the matter?" A nurse raised her head slightly.

"Can you tell me where the operation is done? There are my friends there."

According to the nurse's instructions, I turned left and right to the operating room, and thought of so many people rescued together, where can I wait for Uncle Wu?

I stood in the corridor waiting for a long time, and happened to see a nurse wearing a big mask, hurried up and asked, "A monk with an eye injury was sent in just now, do you know where it is?"

"I don't know." The nurse said coldly and left.

"I..." I held back so I didn't swear, the service attitude is too bad.

I wandered around in the corridor, and somehow I got to the backyard. I saw several ambulances parked inside, and several paramedics were packing things around.

My eyes lit up, and I ran over and asked, "Did you pick up a monk with an eye injury just now?"

"Yes." One of the nurses said, "I am very impressed with that monk. He was seriously injured, but he refused to lie down and insisted on sitting in the car and meditating!"

"Where is he?" I asked hastily.

"The operation is still going on, but I don't think he can keep his eyes." The nurse sighed.