Soon, a team of security guards came out of the office building of Hang Seng Hospital.

There were not many of them, about a dozen or so. Everyone's mental state is very full. They soon came to the aunts who were queuing.

Under everyone's watchful eye, this team of security guards helped the aunts put everything in order. Then, they whispered something.

The environment of the hospital is noisy, especially with so many people in line. Curious people don't know exactly what he's talking about. It's just that soon those aunts began to evacuate one after another.

The whole team of security guards carried the things that the aunts had put down, and slowly followed them, looking more like children who had been visited by their parents.

At this time, the traffic restrictions were lifted at the entrance of the hospital.

The security guards on duty in the security room rushed out quickly. They quickly moved barricades and partitions aside. Then, they clasped their hands into fists behind their backs like a team waiting for the leader to review it.

Countless people turned their gaze to the gate. They knew that the leaders of the courtyard must have come, otherwise there would not be such a big battle.

At this time, the security guards who were originally escorting the aunts quickly put things aside. They then quickly cut off the road in front of them, creating a special passageway.

Uncle Jixiang walked out of the office building in high spirits. He was followed by a dozen paramedics. They had all sorts of improvised equipment in their hands. The group went straight to the gate.

Soon, a Buick GL8 business sedan slowly drove in. All eyes were on the car. Almost everyone wants to see who will be the first to come down!

Hula!

The door is open!

The paramedics behind Uncle Jixiang placed a simple bracket at the car door.

Then, two stout men with large shoulders and wide bodies got out of the car. The two men were dressed in black silk shirts, and a dagger loomed from their waists. The two of them quickly came out of the car, guarding in two directions, vigilantly looking at everything in sight.

Then, several more men in the same costume came down. They were almost as tall as the two men.

After the men came down, a wheelchair was slowly pushed out.

A young man sat in a wheelchair. The man's face was slightly yellow, and he didn't look like much blood, which was extremely unhealthy. Behind the man, a man in a white shirt held on to the handle of a wheelchair.

The man's face was pale, and the whiteness was frighteningly white. His face was completely covered by his long hair, leaving two blood-red eyes to glance around from time to time.

When the wheels of the wheelchair hit the ground, the man in the wheelchair and the man pushing the wheelchair behind him were exposed. At this time, people saw that the man pushing the wheelchair still had a sword tied to his back.

The sword was long, wrapped in canvas, and reflected the man's white shirt, giving everyone in the hospital a narrow atmosphere.

"Here we are, kid!"

Uncle Ji Xiang looked at the man in the wheelchair and felt very uncomfortable. From the first day he met this young man, he had been very happy with him.

Over the years, he has witnessed the scenery of the child in front of him and seen the child's efforts. He may not even know that one day he will see the child in front of him as if he were his own child.

"Uncle Jixiang, I'm here to trouble your old man again!"

The young man smiled a little strangely. When he laughed, the skin on his face had some irregular shapes. These shapes give his smile an eerie state, and even look a little scary.

However, Uncle Jixiang didn't have any worries.

"Good boy, let's go. Uncle, push you in!"

Uncle Ji Xiang walked to the back of the wheelchair. At this time, the young man had already raised his hand and patted the arm of the man in white shirt behind him. Uncle Ji Xiang took the wheelchair and nodded gently at the man.

The man in the white shirt instantly returned to the car, and a wheelchair exited from the car. The person in this wheelchair is equally familiar to Uncle Jixiang.

"Child, suffer!"

Uncle Ji Xiang looked at the man who was pushed in front of him, and the kind smile on his face appeared again.

"Don't be bitter, Uncle Jixiang!"

The young man had the same smile on his face. He has a big smile and looks healthy. It seems that the teenager in the wheelchair was not injured, but simply paralyzed.

"Let's go, kid!"

Uncle Jixiang pushed the wheelchair forward. As he walked, tears rolled in his eyes. He secretly sighed in his heart that he was too old and too easy to sigh. Otherwise, how could he simply take such a few steps, and he burst into tears.

Along the way, the eyes of countless people followed their footsteps and kept moving forward, but magically no one made any sound.

In Hang Seng Hospital, no one will question the characters who arrived when the special passage was opened. People may not know who they are, but they do know that they must be people who are important to Hang Seng Hospital.

When Uncle Ji Xiang and the wheelchair teenagers all disappeared into the office building in the distance, countless voices appeared in the treatment compound of Hang Seng Hospital.

Human beings are curious animals.

They began to argue about their perceptions, but eventually when a voice came, everyone chose to fall silent.

"That person is Jiang Wu, the boy who let everyone drink together when they got married!"

Quiet, the whole hospital instantly became a lot quieter.

People know about the teenager, but they don't know the story about him. It wasn't until the terrifying catastrophe in Jiangcheng came that people gradually heard about an organization called Murano.

And it was then that people learned that the leader of the organization called Murano was the waste-looking teenager.

It turned out that the waste boy organized his brother to stand in front of people when they needed protection the most.

A lot of people don't know what to say anymore. They sighed tacitly in their hearts, and then continued with their own things.

The village has declined, and the Lijing Group has also closed down. The once beautiful boy now came to the hospital again.

Jiang Cheng seems to have become lifeless under their decay.

How to save the current Jiangcheng?

Who will save the future of Jiangcheng?

How to continue life in Jiangcheng?

People sighed secretly, thinking about how to guide their juniors in the future!

It was getting late, and with the painstaking meditation of countless people, he integrated into Jiangcheng's dreamland.

On the street, shops also closed early. Business was not very good during this time, it seems that people's consumption outlook has changed, or the owners of these stores are not in the mood to do business at all.

The streets are no longer as lively and bustling as they used to be, and instead they are deserted, making people feel the indifference of the night all the time.

"What do you say Jiang Cheng is doing now?"

"Jiang Cheng is sick!"

"How can a city be sick?"

"The people who care about this city are sick!"

"That's really sick!"

Bored people sit on their balconies and raise their glasses to the dark night sky. Their voices traveled far and wide, throughout this connection, throughout Jiangcheng, and to the dawn that was about to come.