"Uncle Feng... I..."

The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and a very old man sat in a wheelchair, with a few sparse and pale white hairs hanging down from the top of his head, and a dripping on his bony arms, and four people dressed in black stood next to him, whose faces were too dark to see.

And Zhao Cripple, who has always been known for his ruthlessness, knelt on the ground. "Uncle Feng, this time it was an accident, I didn't expect that the goods would be ruined."

With a loud bang, a man in black threw out an axe, and Zhao Cripple picked it up and gritted his teeth and cut off two fingers.

The man known as Uncle Feng spoke, his voice as if he was a formless ghost. "I don't like accidents, so let Ah Tie help you this time."

"Don't be reckless, I know you're in good shape, but 400cc is going to faint for anyone."

Zhang Han rolled up the sleeves of his arms, revealing his strong muscles, clenched his fists, and the blood vessels immediately exploded, and he put them in front of Chen Qian.

"If you want to smoke it, you will smoke it, and you can't kill anyone."

"You also have medical knowledge, okay, I don't know if the stress response after blood loss will be very serious."

Zhang Han didn't explain, picked up the black special needle for blood drawing, touched the blood vessel, and pierced it very lightly with a front stab, and clenched his fist hard, and the blood immediately flowed into the plasma bag.

"What a madman, unreasonable!"

In the blink of an eye, two bags of plasma were fed by Zhang Han's blood, but he did not show symptoms such as fainting. I took a cotton swab, disposed of the needle hole, and lowered my sleeve.

"I'm hungry..."

This sentence made Chen Qian laugh, and the flower branches who were still smiling seriously just now trembled, and at this moment, a person wearing black clothes and a baseball cap came to the two of them and knelt on one knee.

"Your Excellency, Chairman."

Zhang Han looked out the window, as if he had expected someone to come, and was not as surprised as Chen Qian.

"Well, you're the deacon here?"

Glenn stood up from the ground, and he didn't dare to straighten his waist with respect, and said, "Yes, someone just reported that I saw the text of our organization here, and it can only be used by people at the level of the chairman. ”

"Where's the stuff?"

Glenn took out a glass bottle from behind his back, which contained a dark black liquid, and handed it to Zhang Han with both hands.

"You can go."

"Yes, Chairman."

Zhang Han took the glass bottle and prepared to go to Xu Shanshan, Chen Qian came back to her senses and walked quickly, chased after Zhang Han and asked:

"Who was that? Tell me what it has to do with what you wrote! ”

"Have you ever heard of the Medical Society of Death?"

Chen Qian thought about it and remembered the story she had heard in the medical school before, saying that the Death Medicine Society is a very old, worldwide closed trade union, but most of the people in it have some insatiable pursuit of medicine, and the means are also very extreme, and Dmikhov of the former Soviet Union is rumored to be a member of the association, and because of this, they are not only extreme, but also none of them are mediocre, let alone the chairman of the trade union.

"Demikhov joined after the two-headed dog incident, and he applied several times before but was rejected, probably because he wanted to join the club."

"Is the Death Medicine Society real?" Chen Qian walked quickly to Zhang Han, for fear of hearing any word wrongly, and Zhang Han just understated it, Chen Qian asked again:

"Is that man? He just called you chairman, could it be you..."Zhang Han smiled and didn't answer, and suddenly Xu Shanshan ran out of the ward with the child in his arms and shouted for help.