Ye Ziheng didn't stop immediately after the first punch. He didn't find out the fact that the driver had died in a rage. He didn't react to it until he hit the driver with five or six punches and broke all the ribs of the driver.

When he saw the driver's pain spread, his eyes were numb, and his seven orifices were bleeding, ye Ziheng could not help but feel a trace of regret in his heart. Although he had already known who wanted his life, there were still some things that he didn't quite understand. Originally, he wanted to live and inquire about it, which was all messed up.

But when ye Ziheng regretted, he forgot a more important thing - the steering wheel.

When ye Ziheng thought of it again, he was already lying in the white hospital bed, dripping and plaster.

"according to our investigation, the car was driven from Lanhe City, not our Hengshui local car. It arrived in Hengshui all the way around noon yesterday. Although the appearance of the car was a taxi, it was actually internal parts, but it was not the proper configuration of a taxi. In other words, the car was illegally assembled. There is also the driver. After investigation and verification, the one who wants to kill you this time is an entrepreneur named Li chunran in Lanhe city. His value is more than 100 million. He has a listed company. He was married. His wife died in a car accident two years ago. He has a boy, a woman and two children. "

Ye Ziheng's side, a middle-aged man in his thirties, dressed in police uniform, said beside ye Ziheng.

This man, named Yang Cheng, was arranged by tianxingmen in Hengshui police station. He was specially responsible for dealing with some problems such as private fighting between martial men and cult.

Ye Ziheng is hanging on the bed with plaster cast on his hands and feet. There are several deep and shallow scratches on his face. His whole body is wrapped in white gauze, leaving a face outside, which looks like a mummy.

"How long can I be discharged?"

Ye Ziheng asked, this is the problem he is most worried about at present.

On hearing this, Yang Cheng's face showed a faint smile.

"According to your cultivation and recovery speed, you should be able to get out of bed in about three days, but it will take at least half a month to fully recover."

Ye Ziheng listened, frowned, and could not help but say.

"Can't you just take some pills to recover?"

Yang Cheng shook his head.

"No, in your current situation, if you take pills directly, you will not be able to absorb a lot of energy in pills, and they will only dissipate. Taking pills is also a waste of pills. What's more, what kind of sequelae may come out of it. "

When ye Ziheng heard this, he couldn't help sighing. His eyes were full of helplessness.

See ye Ziheng this pair of sullen appearance, Yang Cheng is a light smile, patted him to hit a plaster arm way.

"Be content. If it wasn't for your luck, the bomb under the car went wrong and didn't trigger. You didn't even have a chance to lie here. You'd just lie in the coffin."

Ye Ziheng listened and looked at Yang Cheng again, showing a trace of doubt on his face.

"What happened to the bomb? Didn't it mean that it would explode if it was hit? Why didn't it explode? "

Ye Ziheng asked, as if he was puzzled by his success.

Yang Cheng listened to this, but also was very serious back.

"I don't know. The bomb was so ingenious, and the car had broken the trees. You should be lying in the crematorium by now. It's a miracle that you can still lie in bed."

When ye Ziheng heard it, he was speechless in an instant. He turned his mouth and was too lazy to say anything.

On a tall building not far away from the hospital, a figure in black robe stood there and looked at it for a while. After a while, it disappeared.

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