Tianzihao Xiaobailian

Spiegel Private Medical Center.

Wei Qiang stood alone outside the operating room, smoking silently. There were cigarette butts scattered all over the corridor. This man who had been busy all night still had residual blood on his body. The color of Yin Hong was blurred on his clothes, which was shocking.

Mingjing Private Medical Center is the property of the Chu family. It is not large or small, but at the beginning of its establishment, it spent a huge amount of investment in medical equipment and hiring doctors. The doctors and surgeons here are absolutely top-notch. Walking too fast and hastily in the underworld, the biggest disadvantage is that I offended many people and never stopped. Injured brothers usually treat their injuries here, especially sensitive gunshot wounds, let alone go to public hospitals. Otherwise, it is unavoidable to be taken to drink tea by the police after the injury is cured. Therefore, in recent years, the status of private hospitals of various forces has become more and more important. This is the most basic guarantee for the survival of the brothers. No big boss dares to neglect .

A young man with a flat head in a black sportswear hurried over, saw Wei Qiang sitting on a chair outside the operating room, slowed down and walked over, and said softly, "Brother Wei, how are you?"

"It's still in the operating room. It shouldn't be a big problem. After all, it didn't hit a vital point. It's good to take out the bullet and rest for a while. How is it with you?"

Wei Qiang said softly, thinking of the scene in front of the Tingfeng Tower, his brows were tightly frowned. After Wang Fuxing was shot, he immediately found a bunker to hide. After waiting for about five or six minutes, he stood up with a pale face after he was sure that the other party had left. No matter how chaotic the battle situation was, Qiang directly dragged Wang Fuxing into the car and headed straight to the hospital.

On the way, the uncle of the Chu family had already passed out due to excessive blood loss. After Wei Qiang sent him to the hospital, he sat on a chair outside the operating room, called the boss, and waited silently.

"Everyone on the other side was under control, but the sniper didn't catch him. The other party was moving too fast, and he was a master. In addition, we suffered serious losses in several places. The situation is not very optimistic. The police reporters haven't withdrawn yet. The wave is too ruthless, it is estimated that there will be a big move, I don’t know if the boss can resist it.”

The flat-headed man frowned tightly.

Wei Qiang glanced at him, and said flatly: "It's not the first time that gods have fought. Something more fierce than this has happened in the past. Don't worry, nothing will happen this time. Naturally, some of the characters above will run. We Just do your own thing."

The flat-headed man hummed, took out his cigarette case, threw Wei Qiang a cigarette, took one by himself, lit it, and squatted aside to puff.

"Let's go. I called the boss just now. They should be here soon. Let's pick them up."

Wei Qiang said softly, went downstairs first, and walked towards the gate of the hospital.

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Wang Fuxing was lying on the bed in a daze, his whole consciousness was groggy, as if the world was spinning around him. The price of excessive blood loss was excessive weakness. Wang Fuxing didn't want to think too much, but he felt that he was in the hospital and was pushed into the hospital. In the operating room, the skin was cut open by the scalpel, but there was no pain at all. It was not until he was pushed out of the operating room in a daze at the end that Wang Fuxing's ears became quiet, he closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, Wang Fuxing seemed to hear the woman's cry, and his hand was also grasped by a cold little hand. He didn't know whether it was because he was too weak now or the other party was too hard, and it hurt from being held, and there were whispers around him The sound seemed to be on the phone, and it never stopped. Wang Fuxing lay flat on the bed, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

The white intensive care ward of the hospital was crowded with people.

Chu Qianyuan sat quietly by the bed, his moist eyes were red and swollen, he stared at Wang Fuxing quietly, in a daze.

Chu Chengwu stood in front of the window sill, looking out the window, and was on the phone.

Xia Qinwei rested her cheeks, squinted her eyes, her eyes fell on Chu Qianyuan, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Wei Qiang, who was fighting side by side last night, looked at Chu Qianyuan's back with slightly sad eyes.

There was a gloomy sky outside the window, no sunlight, and it was impossible to tell the exact time.

Wang Fuxing grinned, the effect of the anesthetic seemed to have passed, and there was a pain like a needle prick in the wound, the corner of Wang Fuxing's mouth twitched, and Chu Qianyuan held his hand tightly, scratching her lightly palm of the hand.

Chu Qianyuan suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Wang Fuxing who had opened his eyes, there was no screaming, no surprise, just eyes open, blankly, foolishly staring at Wang Fuxing, after a long time, he said softly: "Does it hurt?"

Wang Fuxing shook his head slightly, and said softly, "It's nothing, don't cry."

Chu Qianyuan nodded vigorously, but crystal tears welled up again.

Several other people in the room also reacted, stood up at the same time, and came to the bed.

"Brother Wang, don't move around. The doctor said that although the injury is not in a vital position, you still need to rest well, otherwise the arm may cause unresponsiveness in the future."

Wei Qiang said softly, he was about thirty years old, but he was convinced when he called out Brother Wang.

Wang Fuxing nodded slightly, and said softly, "Thank you."

Wei Qiang waved his hand, took a few steps back, looked at Chu Chengwu who had hung up the phone and turned around, bowed slightly, and said softly, "Boss, Brother Wang is awake."

Chu Chengwu nodded slightly, came to Wang Fuxing, and said lightly: "How do you feel?"

"Fine. How's the situation?"

Wang Fuxing asked directly, as if he couldn't help frowning because of the pain in the wound, but was smoothed by Chu Qianyuan's small hand.

"This time we are very passive. The government secretary has spoken and must be dealt with strictly. Xue Haiyang of the public security system is Secretary Fang's confidant. Coupled with public opinion, we are under a lot of pressure. Even if someone speaks for us, we have no confidence. This matter Things can barely be suppressed, but all the medical expenses of the injured patients and the maintenance of the cars parked in front of various venues will be borne by us. If not, we have a chance to come back."

Chu Chengwu waved his hand, and said softly, he looked at Xia Qinwei, and said softly: "Girl, don't be impulsive, this matter is not worth bothering Secretary Li, he has served two terms, and the opportunity is very good when he changes Daddy, don't act rashly during this sensitive period."

Xia Qinwei bit her lips tightly and turned her head away. After a long while, she glanced at Wang Fuxing and said softly, "You should rest well, I have canceled tomorrow's schedule, and I will leave when you are discharged from the hospital. Your name is Fang Haoran's friends came here with Yan Di, but I asked them to hide your injury."

Wang Fuxing hummed and stopped talking.

Xia Qinwei stared at Wang Fuxing's face, a little lost in thought, hesitated for a while, and said softly, "I'll help you vent your anger about this matter."

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Chu Chengwu said to come in, turned his head to look at the door, saw the person coming, froze for a moment, and nodded lightly.

The other party also nodded in response, carrying a basket of fruit, and after winking at Wang Fuxing, he went straight to Xia Qinwei's side and called softly, "Miss."

"Kong Lin, inform Jinling to suppress Yang Donghu, take all his territories, and cripple his two arms, let him get out of Jinling!"

"Check! Within a week, you must find out who the sniper was yesterday. If you guessed correctly, he should be the same person who shot at the Hyatt Hotel. This is the second time. It's only three things, so it's not an example. !"

Xia Qinwei said coldly, seeing Kong Lin frowned, his eyes became sharper, and he said expressionlessly: "What's the problem? Just tell me!"

Kong Lin smiled wryly, sighed with embarrassment, shook his head, and said softly, "No problem."

Xia Qinwei nodded, and was about to speak when she felt her hand being gently held by another hand.

Xia Qinwei turned her head and looked at Wang Fuxing, her cold eyes gradually disappeared, and she seemed a little bit aggrieved when she became docile.

"Don't worry about this matter. After I leave the hospital, I will handle it myself."

Wang Fuxing said softly, although the tone was flat, but it was unquestionable. He looked at Xia Qinwei's aggrieved and resentful eyes, hesitated for a while, and smiled: "Don't worry, if there is anything, I will discuss it with Brother Kong and borrow his Li, okay?"

Xia Qinwei snorted softly, but couldn't help rubbing the hand on her hand, her face turned reddish, and she murmured softly, "Okay."

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