Twelve o'clock in the evening.

Inside the hospital.

The chief surgeon walked out, and Zheng Mucai, who was sitting on the bench, stood up directly and asked, "How is my son?"

"It's very heavy, hemopneumothorax, four diversion tubes were inserted to clean up the hemoperitoneum......" The doctor frowned and was about to explain.

"Huh!"

Zheng Mucai glanced up and down at the doctor, and saw that he was white and pure, probably about thirty years old, so he asked, "What school did you graduate from and what job title?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

"Let me ask you which school you graduated from!" Zheng Mucai repeated again.

"China Medical University, the current attending physician, what's wrong?" the doctor replied proudly.

"You're going to be transferred. Zheng Mucai directly lost interest in talking, and when he turned around, he shouted at the entourage: "Guanglong, call Fangcun People's Hospital, and ask the vice president to free up his hand and operate on my son!"

When the doctor heard this, he was stunned.

"Damn, four pipes were inserted at once!" Zheng Mucai gritted his teeth and strode out of the door.

"Hulala!"

More than a dozen personnel accompanied him and followed Zheng Mucai out of the main entrance of the hospital.

"Smack!"

Zheng Mucai stood on the steps, took out the phone, dialed a number directly, and said succinctly: "...... I've thought about it, and I can basically do it. I'll hand it to you, and you can do it yourself!"

……

At the same time, inside the hotel.

"Bear with it!" Lin Jun wore disposable disinfectant gloves bought from the pharmacy in both hands, and then took tweezers and sandwiched disinfectant cotton pads to poke through Fan Yong's wound. I stabbed it three times in a row, and the blood gushed out along the flesh skin, which was sterilized.

"......!" Fan Yong held a cigarette butt in his mouth, and his body was lying on the chair with convulsions.

"If you prick the bone, it's just a small opening, don't sew it, there is a scar!" Lin Jun wrapped gauze around Fan Yong's waist, and then threw away the gloves and said.

Fan Yong stopped for nearly half a minute, and then felt that the disinfectant was absorbed by the wound, and the pain had turned into numbness, so he bit the cigarette holder and asked again: "Brother, Xiaojun ......!"

"If you don't get him out, I'm not leaving. Lin Jun knew what Fan Yong was thinking about, so he replied very simply.

"Damn, it's all about He Dalei! Brother, we have no enmity with Zheng Mucai, no, hand him over! Fuck, this should be his pot, Xiaojun and I can run away without him, even if we do it." Fan Yong gritted his teeth and scolded, but there were more elements of angry words.

“…… What to deliver. Lin Jun frowned and replied.

"Brother, whose business is it, who JB stands up! Is there something wrong with this? I'll put my words here, if I make a mess today, I won't shrink into someone else's ......!" Fan Yong frowned and wanted to speak.

"Bang dang!"

The door was pushed open, Zhang Xiaole walked in with anti-inflammatory drugs and water in his hand, and walked in with He Dalei, followed by the first lyricist of the Internet black and Wang Ji.

After everyone entered the house, they were very embarrassed, and He Dalei looked at Fan Yong's eyes, obviously evading.

"Xiao Yong, are you okay?" Zhang Xiaole asked.

“…… It's okay, brother. Fan Yong glanced at He Dalei, and then because of Zhang Xiaole's face, he didn't speak again.

"Yes. Zhang Xiaole nodded, then looked at Lin Jun and asked, "Is there a letter over there?"

"No, I don't. Lin Jun waved his hand.

"Tick Bell!"

As soon as the voice ended, the phone rang.

"Hey, Brother Cai?" Lin Jun picked up the phone and walked to the window.

"It's useless for my mother to mess with me, my son is hospitalized and hasn't woken up yet, what do you think?" Zheng Mucai asked simply and rudely.

“…… Talking with money, okay?" Lin Jun frowned and asked.

"How much do you think it's okay?" replied, touching his head.

"Except for the unfinished ones, I'll post two hundred more, don't touch my brother. Lin Jun thought for a moment and opened his mouth to say.

"You are like this, I will give you 400! You pull your son out, I will stab him seven times, do you think it will work?" Zheng Mucai replied crisply.

"Then what do you mean?" Lin Jun heard that Zheng Mucai didn't answer at all, and his heart suddenly became bottomless.

“…… I don't lack money, whoever moves the knife, you let him come out, let's put the words on the table and talk, what should be done, just do it. Zheng Mucai responded, and then added: "Tomorrow at six o'clock in the evening, I will wait for you at Fangcun Teahouse, whether you come or not, you can do it!"

After speaking, Zheng Mucai hung up the phone.

Lin Jun stood at the window and rubbed his forehead irritably.

"What did he say?" asked Zhang Xiaole.

Lin Jun glanced at He Dalei, and then said, "It's okay, I'll think of another way!"

"Someone?" Zhang Xiaole asked.

“…… It's not good to stab someone, you have to stab someone's son,!" Lin Jun was very upset, stood at the window and paused for a few seconds, and then said to Xiaole: "I'll go out and make a call." ”

Zhang Xiaole didn't say anything more, just lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and said after being silent for a long time: "Da Lei, you come with me, let's go next door!"

……

In front of the hotel.

Lin Jun stopped a taxi, then sat down, and dialed Fang Yuan's mobile phone with the phone.

"What's going on over there?" Fang Yuan had already heard about what was going on here, so he picked it up quickly.

"People don't talk about it, what can they do?" Lin Jun sighed and continued: "It's too far away, our friends at home, they can't catch up with ...... here!"

"Then what do you mean by calling me?" Fang Yuan asked directly.

"Can they get in touch?" Lin Jun thought for a moment and asked quickly.

“…… Yes. ”

"Don't tell Uncle Tian, it's really not good, then you can only light up the team. Lin Jun looked out the window irritably and scolded: "What a inch!"

"Xiao Le wasn't with you?" Fang Yuan asked.

"I'm out on my own. Lin Jun groaned, lowered his head and said, "You can't guess, I'm ...... here!"

……

The other end.

Zhang Xiaole called He Dalei to the next room, and the two sat on the bed, both with their heads down.

“…… Do you know what Jun'er wanted to talk about in the house just now?" Zhang Xiaole asked softly.

He Dalei clasped the coagulated blood shell on his face, his legs and stomach trembled, but he didn't say anything.

“…… He and I are brothers, that's why he didn't open his mouth, do you understand?" Zhang Xiaole asked again.

"Brother, what do you mean?" He Dalei asked with a trembling voice.

"Tomorrow night, you and I will go to Zheng Mucai together!" Zhang Xiaole suddenly raised his head, looked at He Dalei and asked.

“…… Brother, I'm your brother!" He Dalei directly grabbed Zhang Xiaole's arm and responded with a glare.