Supreme Medicinal God

Wu Gang explained with a wry smile: "Don't talk nonsense, old Zhao, when do I say that people are dead, if people are gone, they are gone, they are gone, they are gone."

Old Zhao couldn’t understand it anymore, he bit his lip and corrected, "Big Brother, when the guest left, you said that you left, and you said no, you are testing my IQ. Well, don’t play me like this anymore. Now the fuel cost is high, I have a brake, and I will lose the first ten dollars. Brother, we are all in business, it’s not easy, you don’t have to be happy with me, I’ll go find you to drink someday. ."

The big man's honest face also had doubts that he couldn't understand. He explained with a wry smile: "Old Zhao, we have known each other for several years. You still don't know that I am a man. I really didn't play with you. Some customers are drunk. It’s time to take a car. It’s just that the guest is still there in the first second, and the guest is gone in the second.

Old Zhao felt that he was hurt and was completely confused. He sighed: "Gang brother, if you leave, go away, don't say no, these two words mean completely different, goodbye Gang ."

Old Zhao hung up the phone and dropped Wu Gang in the cold wind.

Ye Feng was awakened by Xiaobai's cry and slowly opened her sleepy eyes to see that the bright sunlight was coming in through the window and shone on her body, warm and warm.

Xiaobai held an empty food bowl and laid it in front of Ye Feng's bed. He held his dog's head high and shook its tail. It seemed to say that shit shit could get up and he had to prepare breakfast for the dog master.

"Did you eat at least two pounds of lamb last night, and now you are hungry again? It seems that I really should give you to those two guys last night. I remember there is dog food in the kitchen, it should be your specialty I bought it for you. I heard it was mixed with broken bones. There are dozens of pieces in a box. It’s unreasonable. Dogs eat better than people."

Ye Feng passed the living room with a small white food bowl, and heard deafening snoring from the guest room. Through the unclosed door, he saw Jiang Baizi's fat white meat.

The little knight lay quietly under Jiang Fatty's bed. When Ye Feng and Xiaobai appeared, they ran out happily.

Looking at Jiang Fatzi's untidy sleeping position, a huge grunt, Ye Feng shook his head, a little sympathetic to the little knight.

"Little knight, your master grunted so loudly, how did you sleep last night?"

The little knight whimpered helplessly, no way, who made him my master.

"Xiao Bai, learn to be a loyal dog, not always ask me to eat."

"Wang Wang, shit shit, don't be wordy, I'm a beast, not a domestic pet."

A burst of beautiful music rang from under Jiang Fatzi's bed. It seemed that someone called him, presumably Ronaldinho.

Jiang Fatzi was really drunk last night, and the phone ringing was noisy again. He still slept like a dead pig.

The ringtone of the phone was interrupted and rang again. It seemed that the person on the other end of the phone was anxious, eager to find Jiang Fatty, and still very persistent.

Ye Feng whistled at the little knight. The little knight excelled spiritually and ran quickly. He picked up Jiang's cell phone and gave it to Ye Feng.

It was an unfamiliar phone number or a familiar contact in Jiang Fatzi's phone book. Ye Feng pressed the listen button.

It was a young man's voice: "Is Brother Jiang?"

"Fat ginger is still sleeping, who are you?"

The man’s voice seemed to be relatively low: “Can you call him to wake him up and tell him that Gang brother was injured in the morning by a leg and the bar was smashed. The person is now lying in the intensive care unit.”

Locally, the small white food bowl fell to the ground, and Ye Feng asked in surprise: "Is the brother you just said, is Wu Gang playing basketball?"

"Yeah, you know Brother Gang too, alas, it's too bad."

"What happened, can you tell me something? Who are you from Brother Gang?"

The young man told Ye Feng briefly.

"I'm Xiao Wen, Gang's chef. I went to work late yesterday and just got off work in the morning. I was going home, but a group of guys in black leather came in the bar, led by the brother who asked us for protection. Each of them took a steel pipe and smashed it when they rushed in. Gang brother hit them, but there were too many people, Gang brother was stunned and the bar was smashed. I sent Gang brother to the hospital, the doctor said He has a broken leg and several broken ribs."

Ye Feng understood that, in order to retaliate against Wu Gang, Biao smashed the giant bar and interrupted Wu Gang's leg. He only felt a rush of anger.

He continued to ask, "Xiaowen, which hospital are you in?"

"Yudu First People's Hospital."

Ye Feng had been to that hospital, but Lu Dayou was shot and sent to that hospital. It was the Yudu medical facility, and the doctor was the best equipped.

Ye Feng first poured all the dog food into the food tray, and touched the little white head: "Looking for me at home and optimistic about the sleeping fat man, I go out and do something."

Xiaobai understood Ye Feng's words and cried a few times. Go ahead and do it. Just give me the dog food.

Ye Feng's wrist shook, Feijian shone, and appeared in the palm of his hand.

Silently reading the sword tactics, the flying sword expanded many times, suspended under Ye Feng’s feet, the dazzling white light wrapped Ye Feng one by one and wrapped it up like a white light silkworm.

Whoosh, the flying sword shines brightly and cuts through the sky. When the sword light disappears, Ye Feng has landed on the roof of the hospital.

From the elevator, go straight down the roof to the intensive care unit.

A young man with a tired face and a touch of sadness was sitting in the corridor. The young man looked more handsome. He was looking down at the mobile phone and did not notice Ye Feng. Even if he saw it, he thought Ye Feng was a family member of a patient and would not I thought it was the person who just talked to myself.

Ye Feng approached Xiaowen and asked with a smile: "Are you Xiaowen?"

Last night, Xiaowen had been busy in the kitchen. He didn't notice Ye Feng. He only knew Jiang Feng. He only occasionally saw Ye Feng's side, a little vague impression, but couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Xiaowen put away his cell phone and looked at Ye Feng suspiciously. Although he was a boy, his voice sounded like his name Xiaowen, a little girlish.

"I am Xiaowen, who are you?"

Ye Feng and Yan Yue said: "My name is Ye Feng, and I was drinking with Fatty Jiang and your boss last night. It was also me who answered your phone just now."

Xiaowen was pleasantly surprised: "Oh, it's you. You just said that the fat man is sleeping, you only answered my phone. Is Jiang Fatzi living near the hospital?"

Ye Feng thought for a while, and the villa area came here at least a few tens of miles, then shook his head and smiled awkwardly: "No, he doesn't live nearby, is it far from here?"

Xiaowen didn't want to understand why he was still talking on the phone just now, and he came to his face in the blink of an eye. Is it true that Ye Feng had heard that the boss was seriously injured and came to the hospital early.

(End of this chapter)