Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Night of Murder

As soon as the words fell, the hand of the doctor on duty suddenly stopped, his eyes shot out, and the medical record book in his hand flew towards Zhuo Wenjun, Zhuo Wenjun just dodged his head sideways, the fist of the doctor on duty had already hit her shoulder, Zhuo Wenjun was like a kite with a broken string, falling backwards, Zhao Zhiming was shocked, he didn't expect the strength of this doctor on duty to be so great, and the well-trained Zhuo Wenjun was actually punched away by him.

Zhao Zhiming quickly took out the pistol, and before he raised it, the doctor on duty had already rushed over like an arrow, the scalpel in his hand looked white and scary, Zhao Zhiming had no chance to open the safety of the pistol, the scalpel had arrived in front of him, he could only retreat backwards, just a few steps but found that he had reached the wall, Zhao Zhiming could only throw the gun at the head of the doctor on duty again, and at the same time used a short moment to kick his right leg against the wall, with the help of the force of the wall, and struggled to pounce on the doctor on duty.

The doctor on duty turned his head sideways to the pistol, Zhao Zhiming had already pounced, tightly clasped the hand of the doctor on duty holding the scalpel, the doctor on duty did not change his face, and suddenly flicked the light scalpel with his tail finger, and held the scalpel accurately in his mouth, and slashed towards Zhao Zhiming's neck, Zhao Zhiming didn't expect the doctor on duty to have this trick, so he could only let go and retreat, the doctor on duty picked up the scalpel and shook it hard, the scalpel slashed away with the light, but it was not shot at Zhao Zhiming, but Zhuo Wenjun who got up and took out the gun, Zhuo Wenjun only cared about pulling out the gun, Didn't see the flying scalpel at all.

Zhao Zhiming shouted: "Wenjun, be careful!" ”

Zhuo Wenjun just raised her head, the scalpel was almost to her chest, she could only try her best to deviate to the side, the scalpel stabbed into her right shoulder holding the gun, straight into the hilt, Zhuo Wenjun "Ah! With a thud, the pistol fell, his face turned pale, and the pain was obviously unbearable.

Zhao Zhiming saw that Zhuo Wenjun was injured, and burst out with unbelievable strength and rushed towards the doctor on duty, alternating his fists towards the doctor on duty, the doctor on duty snorted lightly, stabilized his body, did not dodge or dodge, and simply held Zhao Zhiming's fist, Zhao Zhiming was slightly stunned, and when he was wondering why the doctor on duty did not dodge, the fist of the doctor on duty had already drilled out and hit Zhao Zhiming's stomach.

Zhao Zhiming's stomach tumbled, a stream of hot blood surged up his throat, Zhao Zhiming endured the pain, turned his fist into a palm, and slashed at the arm of the doctor on duty, the doctor on duty suddenly let go, and then hit Zhao Zhiming's chest with his head, Zhao Zhiming took a few steps on his hind legs, the doctor on duty kicked in the air, and kicked Zhao Zhiming's shoulder, Zhao Zhiming stood unsteadily, fell backwards to Zhuo Wenjun's side, and wanted to struggle up and fight again, but he couldn't hold the blood in his chest, and spit it out, he was exhausted.

The doctor on duty smiled, stepped forward to pick up the two guns on the ground, unloaded the bullets, held them in his hands and played with them, and said coldly to Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun: "Originally, I originally wanted to quietly twist Niu Ben's throat, so that you are good, and I am good; You just found me, and you want to go against me, so you can only follow Niu Ben to hell and talk to the judge below. ”

Zhuo Wenjun raised his pale face and said hatefully: "If you kill Niu Ben and us, our Prosecutor General Xia will also solve the case, and we will not let you go if we are ghosts." ”

The doctor on duty was obviously in a good mood and said, "Little girl, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's hurry, for the sake of your good figure, Lao Tzu really wanted to be one with you and spend a good night together; I don't want Niu Ben to die, but I also want you to watch Niu Ben die in pain, I will stuff all your bullets into Zhao Zhiming's mouth to see if your expressions are still so arrogant. ”

Zhao Zhiming and Zhuo Wenjun's faces became extremely ugly, this killer is too cruel, and now they know that they are good, they are simply sitting in the well and watching the sky, self-aggrandizement, and they can't even compare to half of this killer.

The doctor on duty smiled and walked towards Niu Ben, who was lying on the hospital bed unconscious, and the bullets in his hand rustled, which not only added a touch of weirdness to this ward, but also made Zhuo Wenjun and Zhao Zhiming's hearts suffer serious torture.

The hand of the doctor on duty slowly stretched out to Niu Ben's mouth, and looked back at Zhuo Wenjun and Zhao Zhiming who were full of pain, suddenly, he saw an extremely shocked look on the faces of Zhuo Wenjun and Zhao Zhiming, Zhuo Wenjun and Zhao Zhiming stared at him as if they had seen a ghost, the doctor on duty was stunned, turned his head, and found that a handsome young man was sitting at the head of the bed without knowing when he was in trouble, holding a small silver needle in his hand, and quietly placed it a few inches below the hand of the doctor on duty. As long as the hand of the doctor on duty reaches a few more inches to Niu Ben's mouth, the needle of the syringe will pierce the hand of the doctor on duty.

The doctor on duty quickly withdrew his hand, looked at the young man who came out of nowhere, and said, "Boy, when did you come here?" Who are you? I advise you not to meddle in your affairs. ”

Lin Haoxuan smiled charmingly, the whole ward was a little more brilliant, touched his chin, and said, "I've been in this room all the time, it's just that you are fighting so badly, it's inconvenient to disturb you." ”

The doctor on duty obviously wouldn't believe Lin Haoxuan's nonsense, but he was a little shocked by Lin Haoxuan's silent appearance in the ward, and secretly thought in his heart, could it be that this young man is a master? Immediately, the doctor on duty shook his head again, at such an age, what kind of master can he be? Today's young people will scream if they suffer a little, and can they still bear the hardships of martial arts?

The doctor on duty glanced at Lin Haoxuan a few times, although he was handsome and tall, his body was not strong, and his eyes were only peaceful and calm, without the essence of a martial arts practitioner flickering, and his temples were not bulging, so the doctor on duty completely let go of his heart and said coldly: "Boy, there is a way in heaven for you not to go, there is no door to hell, it doesn't matter how you get into the ward, the important thing is that you should not appear at this time, because everyone who appears at this time will die." ”