The old man coughed violently for a while, and then gradually calmed down, and then waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

"I'm sick, and the doctor won't let me drink, but I'm seventy-three, half of my feet are in the ground, and I'm afraid of a bird. ”

"Besides, I like this one in the first place, if I don't drink alcohol, I might as well be killed by a bullet on the battlefield. The old man said nonchalantly.

Then he wanted to take the wine glass in Yang Chen's hand and continue drinking.

Yang Chen frowned, and finally handed the wine glass to the old man.

After pouring it hard, the old man's face became a little flushed, and there was some nostalgia in his eyes.

This kind of wine tastes like a fire in the stomach, which is really pleasant.

Refreshing!

"Old man, what kind of illness are you, tell Brother Chen, Brother Chen knows medical skills, and he can bring the dead back to life. Zhang Zihao pointed at Yang Chen and said.

Zhang Zihao has never seen Yang Chen use medical skills, but they are all people in this circle, and the news is still relatively well-informed.

Yang Chen saved Liu Ruoyan's old father from breathing, and Zhang Zihao still heard about it.

"Sick, old man, this is not a disease, to be precise, it is an injury, right?" Yang Chen said.

The old man was obviously a little surprised, and glanced at Yang Chen: "Young man, good eyesight, that's right, I'm actually injured." ”

"Gunshot wounds. ”

"Damn, when I was younger, on the battlefield, a bullet hit here. The old man pointed to the location of his lungs.

"Broke the lobe of the lung, and the bullet remained inside. ”

"Although it didn't kill me, it also made me branded with such a problem, and now I have become like this bird, I can't even drink wine, and I'm annoyed to death. ”

"Isn't there any treatment?" Yang Chen frowned and asked, "Just take out the bullet, right?"

"You must know that in those days, medical skills were not as developed as in modern times, and places like lungs were not thick on the thighs and buttocks, so they couldn't be taken out. ”

"Although medical skills have developed now, but my age has also come up, and my health is not good, and doctors dare not perform surgery, for fear that I will not be able to get off the operating table. The old man said with a wry smile.

That's true.

The old man in his seventies can't compare his physical fitness with young people, and many surgeries can be endured by young people, but not by old people.

The identity of this old man is obviously extraordinary, and those doctors are not absolutely sure and do not dare to operate at all.

"But it doesn't matter, it's just that sometimes it hurts badly, according to the doctor, the bullets are fucking rusty, maybe infected, and I don't have much time to live when I touch the old guy. The old man laughed.

was obviously talking about something sad, but the old man's tone was frank, without the slightest worry or sorrow.

For this kind of old man, life and death have long been downplayed.

Yang Chen shook his head: "It's better for the old man to quit smoking and drinking, and he can live a few more years." ”

"You can't smoke or drink, what's the point of living?" the old man glared at him and said angrily.

"The old man ran out secretly, right?" Yang Chen smiled bitterly.

The old man's face turned red, and he didn't know if it was because of the drinking, or if he was a little embarrassed.

"Haha, let you tell me right, those rabbit cubs in the house didn't let Lao Tzu drink, so I secretly ran out to drink, and later was discovered, and hid my wine, fortunately the old man also secretly hid a bottle. "The old man was dancing and looked proud.

He looked like a child.

"Well, if you want to drink in the future, it's not impossible, I can cure this disease. Yang Chen said.

This is Yang Chen taking the initiative to say that he can solve the problem, which is quite rare, and he is usually invited by others.

But this old man's identity is not ordinary, and Yang Chen also respects this kind of person.

The old man looked at Yang Chen with some suspicion: "Young man, don't brag, my injury, I haven't seen any doctor for so many years, and I don't know how many big hands in China have been found, and I am not sure." ”

"Old man, don't believe it, Brother Chen's medical skills are all over the sky, someone has been out of breath for a few minutes before, and the vice president of the central hospital in the city can't handle it, Brother Chen was stunned and pulled back from the front of the ghost gate, since Brother Chen said it, there is absolutely no problem. Zhang Zihao patted his chest next to him and said.

The old man's face changed, and he immediately slapped the table: "It's a day, Lao Tzu will be out of the way, anyway, he is so old, and he won't lose ...... Turn around and bother the young man, you ......."

While he was talking, the shopkeeper's daughter came over with a plate of baked goods.

At this moment, a very arrogant voice suddenly came from the side: "Hey, little girl, let us go." ”

The little sister hesitated: "You're doing it, this is the guest at this table." ”

When I looked back, I saw seven or eight people sitting near a large round table over there.

The little thug who spoke, when he heard that this little sister dared to refuse, was immediately furious, stood up suddenly, raised his hand and slapped it in the face of this little sister.

"Grass and mud horses, don't you understand people's words, let you put it here, just put it here, didn't you see that Brother Scar is here, you are looking for death?"

The little sister was slapped in the face, her face suddenly swollen, and her finger marks were bright red.

There was a subconscious scream in his mouth, his body staggered, and the tray in his hand fell directly to the ground.

Brother Scar?

Yang Chen was slightly stunned...... Subconsciously glanced over there.

turned out to be a man with a rickety figure, thief eyebrows, rat eyes, roe head and mouse eyes, and a scar on his face.

Didn't this guy be sent to the yamen yesterday, when did he run out, it's a bit of a doorway.

In public, molesting a woman, although it is not a particularly serious crime, at least it requires public security detention for a period of time.

I didn't expect this product to come out so quickly.

Yang Chen frowned slightly, and before he could speak, the old man next to him had a hot temper, and stood up as soon as he slapped the table.

"A bunch of bastards, garbage, what kind of ability is it to beat women, do you still have a royal law?"

"Dead old man, what do you care?" The little gangster didn't have the slightest respect for the old man, and rolled his eyes: "Here, Brother Scar is the king's law, what's the matter, not convinced?"

"Old thing, are you in such a hurry to report to the Netherworld?"

The mouth is not clean and scolding, quite vicious.

"Old thing, just mind your own business, don't try to meddle in everything. ”

"Or is it that I have lived too long, and I am tired of living crookedly. ”

The words of a few people, the angry old man trembled.

Even the faces of Zhang Zihao and Yang Chen next to him were gloomy.

And the shopkeeper also saw the conflict here, and when he found Scar, his face changed even more, and he hurriedly ran over and nodded: "It turned out to be Brother Scar, this girl, don't be sensible, don't worry about a little girl, hey, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you apologize to Brother Scar?"

The shopkeeper squeezed his eyebrows at his daughter and asked her daughter to apologize quickly.

The little girl was already frightened, her face was bloodless, her body was trembling, and then she lowered her head and whispered out a few words.

"Damn, I haven't eaten, won't you be louder, who can hear me?" shouted a thug.

As for the guy with Scar, a pair of eyes swept over the little girl's body with lust, not hiding the obscenity and dirtiness in his eyes.

This guy is not a good thing in the first place, he has a very dirty personality, although he is a bastard, but he likes to do that kind of shameless thing in the car.

The little girl in front of her, who looked good, naturally wouldn't let it go, kicked the little brother at random, and Scar stretched out her claws at the little girl.

"Hey, how do you speak, really, Wenya understands, be elegant, everyone and the little girl have apologized, how can we not be relentless, so let's do it, little girl, accompany my brother and I have a good drink for two drinks, forget it, how about it?" Scar grinned.

The shopkeeper's face was full of bitterness, knowing that this bastard was eyeing his daughter.

Although he was very scared, he still endured that fear: "Brother Scar, you raise your noble hand, this is my daughter, still studying, can't drink, so let's do it, Brother Scar, all your things today are mine, I treat ......"

As he spoke, he wanted to stand in front of his daughter.

However, before he could finish speaking, the scar's face suddenly changed, and a slap was thrown directly on the face of the shopkeeper, and the corner of the shopkeeper's mouth was bleeding.

"Fuck, get out of the way, Lao Tzu is convinced that she sees her...... If you dare to make a thorn again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu smashed your stall?"