Personalized Dragon Son-in-law

Watching the staff leave, Jiang Feng tidied up his clothes, put on his mask and walked around the sanatorium.

The sanatorium is a small single building. There are sanatorium staff in each building to take care of the patients 24 hours a day.

It is said that the owner of the sanatorium is not from Chuzhou, but he is very powerful, and the cost here is also high, a little scary. The daily cost is 50000 yuan, not including the cost of treatment, but the medical facilities here are not inferior to any hospital.

Taking advantage of no one, Jiang Feng sneaked into the South bamboo forest.

It can be said that this is the best place in the whole sanatorium. Of course, the daily consumption should be higher, but people living in the bamboo forest can enjoy the best care and treatment. It can be imagined that the identity of the people here is definitely not simple.

Just as Jiang Feng walked into the bamboo forest, he heard shouting and swearing and falling things.

"Xiao Zheng, I warn you, if you let those doctors give me needles endlessly, you'll get out of here."

Jiang Feng listens to his voice. He should be an old man of 60 or 70 years old. Although he refuses treatment, Jiang Feng can hear his reluctance from the old man's voice.

Jiang Feng walked along the path in the bamboo forest to the end of the bamboo forest.

What comes into view is a huge pond with many lotus flowers. You can also see groups of Koi swimming in it. On one side of the pond is the mountain wall of Tianmu Mountain. There is a stream left on the mountain and just flows into the pond.

In front of the pond is a three storey small building. The small building is small, but the shape is simple and full of charm, and the curse is also transmitted from the small building.

"Mr. Hua, I can't do this. Don't embarrass me. Just cooperate with the treatment, and we won't harm you."

"And your own body, you know best. If you don't actively treat it, your condition will easily deteriorate."

"How can you give up yourself? We younger generation all hope to see you recover and continue to lead us."

Jiang Feng knew that the person who spoke should be Xiao Zheng in the old man's mouth.

"Don't tell me that. I know my own situation best. Let me be like a white mouse here and let their people fight around. It's better to kill me and give me a good time."

Old Hua coughed fiercely after saying that, but Xiao Zheng was frightened.

"Mr. Hua, you can't go on like this. You haven't been treated for two days. If you don't let the doctor come again, how can I explain to the above? Just listen to my advice and don't get angry with those doctors. They also want to find a better treatment."

Xiao Zheng said anxiously.

"Don't mention those waste doctors. If they can cure me, will I still suffer here? It's all useless things. I let them go around all day. It's better to die. I don't have to feel so bad every day. "

"I have made up my mind. From today on, I will no longer receive any treatment and die here."

Hua Lao's tone is firm and can not be questioned by others.

"No, even if you disobey the order, I must let you receive treatment today. If you want to punish me, you have to wait for the treatment."

"I'll let you do it then."

Old Hua is the boss with staring eyes. Xiao Zheng has been with him for many years. Unexpectedly, he dares to disobey his orders today.

"It's against you. Are you going to rebel?"

"It's up to me or you. You dare to disobey my orders now."

"Do you think I'm old and useless, and now I can't control you."

Hua Lao's voice increased a little, and he was in a hurry. He vomited blood.

"Hua Lao, Hua Lao, how are you?"

"Call a doctor soon. What are you doing?"

Xiao Zheng gave orders to his men behind him.

At this time, Jiang Feng also happened to go to the door of the small building.

Several people looked at Jiang Feng's nurse's dress and had some doubts in their hearts.

Outsiders are not allowed to enter here at ordinary times. It is really abnormal for Jiang Feng to appear here.

Jiang Feng took out the needle bag from his arms.

"I'm a doctor here. Let me go in and treat the patient."

The situation is urgent. Few people can think about it. They can only invite Jiang Feng into the small building to treat Hua Lao.

Jiang Feng also saw the person he was looking for, but what Jiang Feng didn't expect was that the former God of war in the Chinese army, huazhongtian, now looks old. If Jiang Feng remembered correctly, huazhongtian should be only in his fifties this year, which is the age of old and strong.

But now huazhongtian looks like an ancient and rare old man. Where can we see the heroic posture that once dominated the battlefield? It seems that he has been tortured by disease in the years he disappeared.

Jiang Feng didn't expect that a generation of God of war should look like this now.

Jiang Feng has been longing for soldiers since childhood, but how can his career be accepted by the army.

Looking at huazhongtian now, Jiang Feng is also a little sad.

Huazhongtian sat on the couch, his hair had basically fallen off, his face had no luster, his bags under his eyes were swollen, his lips were purple, and he looked terminally ill.

"Doctor, you hurry to treat Hua Lao. Now Hua Lao's condition is getting more and more serious. You should think of a way quickly."

Xiao Zheng looked at Jiang Feng and said to him with some dissatisfaction.

Xiao Zheng understands the idea of huazhongtian very much. As a generation of God of war, huazhongtian is now faced with medicine and needles every day. Even if it is placed on an ordinary person, it will collapse over time, not to mention people like huazhongtian.

Huazhongtian was lying on the couch, his breath was drifting, he saw Jiang Feng coming in to treat himself, and he stood up from the couch.

Stretch out a shriveled hand and point to Jiangfeng.

"Get out of here. I won't accept your treatment. I'd rather be screened by a gun than pierced like a hedgehog by you."

Jiang Feng looked at the former God of war with some helplessness.

"Hua Lao, don't be angry. Your body can't tolerate your stubbornness. You'd better accept the doctor's treatment."

Xiao Zheng's persuasion was painstaking, and his men also persuaded one after another.

"Mr. Hua, just listen to brother Zheng. Don't torture yourself. You've been fighting with the disease for so many years. Do you really want to bow your head and admit defeat?"

"You all shut up. I've had enough of this life now. What's the difference between me and the dead? Don't persuade me to die here today. I'd rather accompany my dead subordinates than stay here."

Huazhongtian took a step forward, but he was weak. He even struggled to stand up, let alone walk.

He stumbled and fell to the ground.