The super god lottery system of the glory of the king

Chapter 758 I Come To Say Thank You

As soon as Chen Hao and He Sihan walked into the ward, everyone in the Zhen family looked at them like a murderer.

"Don't think that our Zhen family will let you go easily if you just called the doctor to perform the operation on the old man. Let me tell you, this matter is endless!" The middle-aged woman looked at Chen Hao and said viciously.

The young man who confronted Chen Hao before, and was later punched by Chen Hao also looked at Chen Hao with displeasure: "You are so proud, our Zhen family's fists are not vegetarian!"

Chen Hao curled his lips lightly, turning a deaf ear to the two's angry reprimands.

This time he took He Sihan into Zhen Dekeng's ward again, not to hear the anger of Zhen's family, but to hear the thanks from Mr. Zhen.

He glanced lightly at Zhen Dekeng who was lying on the hospital bed.

Although Zhen Dekeng's eyes are closed tightly now, the color on his face has gradually recovered.

Afterwards, Chen Hao would give Zhen Dekeng a few pills to regulate his body, coupled with the care of doctors and nurses, Mr. Zhen would be fully recovered and discharged from the hospital in less than three to five days.

"What are you laughing at? Let me tell you, if this is not a hospital, I would have beaten you into a dead dog!" The young man gritted his teeth and said to Chen Hao.

Chen Hao looked at him amusedly, and put one hand in his pocket: "I seem to hear an ant telling the elephant to get out of the way."

"You..." The young man's face turned red and black with anger.

The meaning of Chen Hao's words is obvious, that is, he himself is an elephant.

This metaphor immediately made the young man feel that he had been greatly insulted.

He clenched his fists tightly and cursed at Chen Hao: "If you don't accept it, we'll go out and fight right now if you have the guts. The fists of our Zhen family are not vegetarian!"

"Not interested in."

Chen Hao looked at Zhen Dekeng lying on the hospital bed, and turned to ask the doctor wearing a white mask, "When will he wake up?"

Before the doctor in the white mask could answer, the young man taunted with disdain: "Why are you asking this? You just knocked him into the intensive care unit in the central city. When he wakes up, are you afraid that he will go to the police and accuse you?" Guilty?!"

"I just came to say thank you."

thank?

Everyone in the ward was taken aback.

They looked at Chen Hao's fairly normal appearance, and wondered why the young man's words sounded like two hundred and five?

You bump someone into the intensive care unit in a major city and expect him to apologize to you, unless the sun comes out from the west.

"Thank you, I think your brain was also damaged by the car?"

"You hit the old man like this, our whole family really wants to thank you!"

Chen Hao shook his head: "You don't need to say more, I just need a word of thanks from him."

As he spoke, Chen Hao turned his head and asked, "When will he wake up?"

"Didn't someone call you a genius doctor just now? Don't you think you are awesome? When will he wake up, do you still need to ask the doctor?" The young man asked funny.

"The fastest is half an hour, and the slowest is one to two or three days." The doctor in the white mask said in awe.

"Okay, then I'll wait here." Chen Hao said, and sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed.

Seeing Chen Hao calmly following in his own home, everyone including Zhen Wei Ming was stunned again.

"Miracle Doctor Chen, are you thirsty?"

Zhang Yuren expressed his appreciation for Chen Hao's airs.

Since even nongzi people have to honor him as a miracle doctor, Chen Hao's medical skills must be very superb, and he can't go wrong with being more flattering now.

Seeing that there was no cushion under the chair Chen Hao was sitting on, Zhang Yuren also specially called a nurse to bring over all the rabbit fur cushions he had put on the chair.

It was making tea again, and delivering snacks, and they almost moved a bed for Chen Hao to sleep in.

It was already early morning, and everyone felt a burst of fatigue.

"Fuck, you really treat this place as your own home. If you don't teach you a lesson today, I will take your surname from now on!" The young man said as he was about to pick Chen Hao up from his chair.

"I don't have your son."

Chen Hao said quietly, tearing open the package of Shaqima in his hand.

The Shaqima pastry was dotted with a lot of melon seeds and raisins. Chen Hao looked at the young man who was about to rush towards him, twisted a melon seed, and flicked it lightly with his thumb and middle finger.

"Crash~", there was a clear blasting sound in the air.

At the same time as the explosion sounded, a grain of melon seeds quickly popped out from Chen Hao's fingertips, and flew towards the young man's wrist with the speed of a sharp sword.

"Ow!"

The young man instantly felt pain in his wrist, and when he looked down, blood was bubbling out from between the cut wrist.

Chen Hao's shots were so fast that the people around him couldn't see clearly what sharp weapon he was using.

Seeing this scene in Zhang Yuren's eyes, his pupils shrank in surprise.

He always felt that although Chen Hao looked thin, the strength hidden in his body was endless.

At the moment when he shot just now, it seemed that the surrounding air was silently surging around him.

"I said, I just came here to listen to a thank you, other people, if they see that I am not convinced, I don't mind having a trick with him."

The young man was naturally dissatisfied, the two looked about the same age, and even the young man visually judged that he was a few years older than Chen Hao.

But judging from Chen Hao's attack, Chen Hao could easily defeat him with almost no effort.

"Made!"

The young man cursed secretly, not caring that he was still in the ward, he punched and attacked Chen Hao swiftly.

He had a ferocious face, and the anger gushing out from his eyes seemed to burn Chen Hao's whole body into ashes.

Everyone in the ward immediately raised their hearts. Zhen Weiming stood by and wanted to stop him, but when he thought of Chen Hao's unfathomable skills, he suppressed the thought of stepping forward to stop him.

The more the two fought each other, the more he could see Chen Hao's strength.

However, he always had an idea in his heart, that is, no matter how Chen Hao made moves, he felt that Chen Hao's strength was far more than that.

"Peng!" With a sound, the young man's fist was not close to Chen Hao, and Chen Hao shot quickly, knocking him into the air with one punch.

The young man flew a few meters away and fell to the ground hard. His face was pale with pain and his lips trembled.

He was lying on the ground, unable to get up from the ground for a long time, and his internal organs were so painful that they seemed to be out of place.

Zhen Weiming saw this scene, his face was full of surprise.

Chen Hao sat on the seat, calmly eating the pastry in his hands, as if he was not the one who shot the young man flying just now.

A light palm can send people flying, and if it can be done, there is probably no one in the ward who can be Chen Hao's opponent except Mr. Zhen.

Now, even Zhen Wei Ming looked at Chen Hao with a trace of awe in his eyes.

"Cough cough." At this moment, a weak cough came from the hospital bed.

(End of this chapter)