Masaki sighed slightly, "I've dealt with the matter almost, I also invited an expert to treat him on Fancheng's side, don't worry about this matter," he didn't want to tell his parents the details, on the one hand, he didn't want them to worry about it, and on the other hand, he didn't want his parents to see too much darkness. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This happened to Lao Fan's family, how can we act as if nothing happened, you will take me and your mother to the hospital to see them in the afternoon, what an unforeseen situation!" Zheng Xueping sighed and sighed.

After a short rest, Zhengji took his parents to the People's Hospital where Fan Cheng was, and the couple went to Fan Jianguo's ward, while Zhengji went to Fan Cheng's ward alone.

In the room, there is not only Fan Cheng, there is also a doctor holding a silver needle, carrying needles on the body of Fan Cheng in the upper body, the room is filled with the fragrance of mugwort, it is the doctor Li who said that he was good at acupuncture.

"Mr. Zheng, you're here," Dr. Li focused on the needle, not noticing that Zhengji entered the room softly, the silver needle pierced three inches into Fan Cheng's body, and the needle tail trembled slightly under Dr. Li's gentle touch.

Zhengji didn't bother, he stood quietly in place, looking at Fan Cheng on the hospital bed.

"Mr. Zheng, are you here?" The little nurse who came to deliver the medicine at the door saw the man standing in the room, her eyes lit up, and she said in surprise, Dr. Li, who was doing acupuncture at the bedside, also noticed Zhengji.

"Well, Dr. Li, what's the situation?" asked Masaki with a nodding and concern.

"The patient's body function has improved under everyone's treatment these days, but if you want to wake up, you can't be sure," Dr. Li said with a shake of his head.

"Thank you for your hard work," Zhengji's expression remained unchanged, perhaps because he had experienced too much disappointment, and he had gradually become accustomed to it, he took out a red envelope from his pocket and said: "It's been hard for you these days, this is my little heart, and I hope to accept it."

"How can this work? Mr. Zheng, we were invited by Mr. Song, and the food and accommodation have been arranged very properly, this time we are here purely to help, don't mention the red envelope again, we are all this age, it is the doctor's duty to treat diseases and save people, Mr. Zheng should not snub us," Dr. Li's face was straight, and he directly waved his hand to refuse Zhengji, just kidding, the Song family's invitation, how could they accept Zhengji's red envelope.

Masaki thought about it and stopped insisting, nodded and said: "It's me who is abrupt, and I ask Dr. Li to forgive me, if you and the other doctors need anything, please just tell me, I will do my part if I can meet it."

After visiting Fan Cheng, Masaki drove the car alone, walking on the road in the suburbs, he felt very heavy in his heart, so he came out to relax, the wheels were spinning, driving aimlessly, and he didn't notice that a red muck truck behind him was following him unhurriedly.

The car drove and gradually drove out of the city, the muck car accelerated violently, surpassed the political discipline, and drove forward, and suddenly slammed the steering wheel at an intersection, and crossed the road that political discipline must pass, and stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and it was galloping towards the political discipline's Hummer.

The Hummer slowly stopped, the political discipline in the car, his eyes were deep and looking at the muck truck galloping in front of him, the expression on his face did not change at all, as if everything was so light and light, and in the muck car opposite, there was a man in a suit and leather shoes who were incompatible with this car, the high music echoed in the cab, his face flashed with a crazy look, and his eyes were full of murderous look at the Hummer that stopped opposite, laughing, as if he saw his muck truck crushing the other party into a meatloaf in the next second。

Zhengji watched quietly, the writing wheel eyes of the three hooks slowly rotated, and in his sight, the face of the man in the windshield of the opposite car was delicately revealed in his eyes, it was Wang Junwu who walked away in the hospital in embarrassment that day.

The muck truck galloped, getting closer and closer to Masaki's Humvee, driving faster and faster, Masaki could even feel the vibration of the opposite road, and the other party's straight driving direction, obviously, was coming at him, but all this could not make Masaki's face appear a trace of fear, on the contrary, the corners of his mouth slowly pulled out a beautiful arc, but in his hand, I don't know when, a silver pistol appeared! It was the desert eagle that was given to him in the shooting range!

"Hahaha! Kill you! Kill you! Revenge the eldest brother!Revenge Gang'er!" Wang Junwu in the muck car laughed like crazy, stepping on the accelerator under his feet to the end, in the past few days, after he learned about Wu Tian, the new hatred and old hatred have long been in his heart! Suddenly, a trace of incomprehension appeared in his eyes, and the door of the Humvee car dozens of meters away suddenly opened, and the figure of Masaki appeared next to the door, but it was not the escape he expected, but he stood there and looked at himself motionlessly, without any sense of panic.

The surprise in Wang Junwu's eyes flashed, and it was replaced by even more crazy, "It's better if you don't run! Save me trouble!" However, in the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore, as far as his eyes could see, Zhengji slowly raised his arm, and in his hand, he was holding a handful of silver glittering objects! Then the next second, he heard a deafening sound, followed by a "bang" With a bang, the left tire went flat, the front of the car tilted, the steering wheel suddenly reversed to the other side, and the muck truck flipped on its side like a drunk strong man, making a piercing and sharp sound on the ground.

Masaki was expressionless holding the desert eagle with the muzzle of the gun emitting green smoke, quietly watching the muck truck roll over on its side, and the muck truck that was sliding quickly in the eyes of others was like a snail in his eyes, sliding towards his right, missing the Hummer by a millimeter, slowly stopping the slide and standing still on the side of the road.

"Whew, whew", in the tattered cab, Wang Junwu's face was full of blood and gasping, he was lying in the cockpit in shock, the glass ballast was scattered, some were inserted in his arm, some cut his cheek, he wanted to climb out, tried to pump his legs, but found that a burst of pain came from the heart, and he tried to open his eyes and look at his feet, but found that his calf was deeply stuck under the rudder of the cab, as if it had been deformed, and the pain of drilling his heart came to his heart.

"Bang la," the sound of the glass ballast being kicked apart came, and then a figure blocked the glass on the side of the front of the muck truck, Wang Junwu squinted his eyes, his lips opened slightly, and he just wanted to cry out for help, and then he heard the voice he didn't want to hear.

"It was probably this kind of car that made Uncle Fan lose a leg", Zhengji's cold voice sounded outside the car.

Wang Junwu felt a chill in his heart, and tried to raise his head, but because of the angle, he couldn't see Zhengji's face, and could only see a pair of black leather shoes, reflecting his blood-covered cheeks.

"You! You actually have a gun!" Wang Junwu remembered the silver object in Zhengji's hand at the moment when the lightning flint just now, a hoarse voice came out, his chest gasped, every time he gasped, he felt a sore rib, don't think about it, the ribs must be broken.

"Gun, do you mean this?" accompanied by Masaki's voice, a silver-white pistol reached through the car window, and the muzzle of the black hole pointed at his face closely.

Wang Junwu's face turned pale suddenly, not only did the other party not hide it, but put it in front of his eyes openly, I'm afraid there is only one reason for this! Zheng Ji wants to kill people and kill people! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a spirit, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble, although he had done a lot of things that hurt heaven and reason, but when the shadow of death really came to him, the fear was more intense than anyone else's.

"You, what do you want to do?!" Wang Junwu said in a trembling voice.

"What do you say?" Zhengji's voice couldn't hear emotion, but the hand holding the pistol moved forward slightly, and the cold muzzle of the gun stuck to Wang Junwu's face, making him feel cold!

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I have money, I'll give you money! Give you as much as you want!" Wang Junwu felt that he was about to collapse, trembling and pleading, his head kept tilting back, trying in vain to get out of the range of the gun.

"Bang!" Wang Junwu trembled suddenly, his eyes were dull, but the imaginary pain did not come, it turned out that it was the political discipline outside the car who screamed mischievously, but Wang Junwu was scared.

"The father and son of the Wu family have already paid the due price for their mistakes, and you, now Fan Jianguo's legs, what are you going to use to pay back?" After a while, after Wang Junwu's mood calmed down, Zhengji's voice came from outside the car again.

"I? It's not me! I didn't do it! It was an accident! I really didn't do it!" After Wang Junwu heard this, he shook his head vigorously, he remembered what he had done to him in the ward that day, if he really admitted it, I am afraid that today will really be hanging.

"Is it just an accident?" Zhengji's voice sounded without fluctuation, but inexplicably made Wang Junwu feel a chill.

"Accident! It's really an accident!" Wang Junwu's eyes flashed a hint of cunning, this time as long as he deceived Zhengji, there was a chance to take revenge!

"Then, today's incident can only be just an accident", Zhengji nodded, footsteps sounded, and in Wang Junwu's surprised eyes, the figure gradually disappeared.

"Whew!" Hearing Zhengji's footsteps getting farther and farther away, Wang Junwu, who thought he was leaving, let out a long breath, frowned, and covered his deformed leg with a "hiss", and then the pain came to his heart more clearly, "Dog's day, this time it's planted, let's wait for Lao Tzu in the future", Wang Junwu used scolding to divert his attention, fumbled in his jacket pocket, took out a box of cigarettes, and was about to open it.