Rebirth:Urban Warlord

"How did you know about your dad's injury? He went home."

As soon as Lee Kuan Yew mentioned this matter, his expression suddenly became a little dim: "no, I knew it when I talked to my mother. As a son, I can't sit still when I hear this. Even if my father doesn't recognize me, I have to avenge him."

Ye Huang nodded and said, "father and son, where do you have an overnight feud? Things have passed for such a long time. You should go back."

Lee Kuan Yew said with a wry smile: "if only it was so simple. My father said when I would go back home after I stopped mixing with the black. But I am at this level. What can I do if I don't mix black? I serve vegetables in the market. My self-esteem does not allow me to do so."

Ye Huang sighed and said, "I know how to be the boss. Forget about it. Anyway, you are on the road. Be careful."

"Well, that's nature."

"By the way, my phone number is 135 Li Linfu, Li Linfu * *, you remember to call me when you are free."

"OK, no problem. My phone number is 148 Li Linfu

After chatting for a long time, they told each other some interesting things about their lives. Finally, ye Huang packed three or four kinds of cold dishes, two kinds of hot dishes, and a hot sliced noodles in the roadside restaurant and rushed home.

When he got home, ye Huang found his mother was still sleeping. He was relieved. He went out. It would have been three hours at least. When he came home, he was still wondering whether his mother was sitting on the bed, enduring the hunger of his stomach and looking forward to his son's return.

Now found his mother sweet sleep, ye Huang walked to the kitchen, and then put the cold and hot dishes on several plates, and then put the noodles into the bowl.

Put on the table in turn, this just went to the bedroom to call Su Yu.

Originally, ye Huang was also considering whether to wake up his mother. After all, she was very tired. It was good to have a good rest.

However, after thinking for five or six minutes, ye Huang finally decided to wake her up. After all, she could still go to bed after dinner. However, if the food was cold, it would not taste good. It must be heated again, otherwise it might damage her stomach.

After weighing up, he went to the bedroom.

"Ma, Ma, get up to eat." Ye Huang's voice is very light. Looking at his mother's expression after sleeping, he felt a little distressed.

Maybe it's because of her father. Su Yu's eyebrows are light and her face is full of melancholy in her sleep.

After calling three times in succession, Su Yu finally woke up, rubbed her eyes and said, "son, the rice is back."

Ye Huang gently helped his mother up and said, "well, it's all on the table. Go eat and sleep after eating."

Su Yu nodded, put on her shoes, and walked to the living room with the help of her son. She sat down first, and then ye Huang sat down beside her.

"You can eat it, son."

Ye Huang said with a smile, "Mom, I've eaten it. You can eat it. I'll look at you."

It may be because her son is so absorbed in watching that Su Yu eats very slowly and moves very gently. Ye Huang looks at her mother's white hair on her temples, and her nose is slightly sour. This is her mother. She has gradually entered her old age, but she is not at home, but works in Yanjing.

Ah.

This sigh rippled endless waves in the heart lake of Ye Huang.

After Su Yu finished his meal, ye Huang put all the empty dishes in the sink and watched his mother fall asleep again in bed. Then he pushed the door out.

He's going to the hospital to see his father.

When he returned to the ward, he could not bear the smell of the room. He went to the nurse's desk and said to the nurse that he would transfer his father to the intensive care unit. As for money, when he was a robber in his life, he had a lot of money on hand, and now he directly advanced 40000 yuan a month.

As long as the hospital has money to earn, of course, ye Junfeng was transferred to the intensive care unit.

Ye Huang looked at his father's dispirited look on the hospital bed, as well as the bandage bound head. His heart was filled with mixed feelings. He was heartbroken when he thought of his father's illness.

Su Yu told him that ye Junfeng was hit in the head in a fight. Not only was the external skin broken, but also some internal blood vessels ruptured, which led to intracranial hemorrhage, and then a congestion mass, which led to the loss of consciousness.

This situation is very difficult, and doctors in Puhai people's hospital are not optimistic.

After all, the brain is by far the least profound study of human beings, which is full of mysteries, so the cure rate of brain diseases is very low.

It can be said that the success rate of brain surgery is less than 10%, and most of them are below 10%.

Unfortunately, cerebral congestion and cerebral hemorrhage are less than 10% or even less than 5%.

At present, no one dares to say that this kind of operation is sure to succeed.

Looking at his father on the hospital bed, ye Huang clenched his fist. He used to take out cigarettes from his pocket and take out a lighter from his trouser pocket.Although it's the action of the surname, why do I do it so unfamiliar.

Ye Huang could not help but play a big question mark in his mind.

This time, his eyes were empty for only a second, and then he woke up in an instant.

In the real world, the blue light in hundreds of millions of blood vessels all over his body flickered disorderly for a second, and then all returned to normal.

The computer uses rules to block and block the memory recovery of Ye Huang. He is more proficient in this aspect.

Ye Huang stood at the entrance of the corridor of the intensive care unit, gently puffed a cigarette, and felt that he had relaxed a little. His father's condition was serious, but he did not leave now. If he did not leave, it represented a good possibility. People would encounter all kinds of disasters in his life. It would be sad if he lived in resentment and regret every day.

So no matter when, we should see hope.

The emperor saw hope, and he hoped his father would regain his consciousness.

When ye Huang was in a daze, a strange and familiar voice came from his side.

"Who let you smoke here? I don't know that smoking is not allowed in hospitals."

It was a clear and beautiful voice. Ye Huang looked up slowly. She was wearing black high-heeled shoes on her feet and black silk stockings on her legs. She wrapped her slender and strong legs and sent out a kind of attractive charm. Then she looked up and saw that she was wearing a short skirt, which was neither long nor short. It was four or five centimeters high from the knee.

The short skirt is a check between black and white. Then looking up, the girl wears a white Y-shirt inside and a black leather jacket on the outside.

The white T-shirt is very attractive against the full and full chest, which makes Ye Huang's eyelids jump. He is looking at his face, his eyebrows, pink lips, and long hair on his shoulders. His eyes are full of anger.

But why does this person look so familiar.

The girl's look at Ye Huang gradually changed from anger to surprise.

"You are the emperor Ye."

"Shahona."