"Take care of you, hurry up and get down to business, what's wrong with her?" Zhang Xian was also drunk when he met a doctor like Tang Ze, and his skills were really admirable.

"The lower leg was fractured, and the operation was fixed with a steel plate, depending on her recovery, there should be no major problem with walking normally, but it is very likely that she has been injured."

"What do you mean to be able to tell?" Zhang Xian asked in wonder, there is quite a posture that if you don't make it clear, I will beat you flat.

"Literally, even if the leg bones are connected, the possibility of lameness is very large, and you can't do any difficult movements in the future." Tang Ze no longer sold Guanzi, and said happily: "There are still many wounds on her body, but they are not too strict, the doctors and nurses are giving her the final treatment, and when the anesthetic wakes up, she will come out." ”

Zhang Xian fell silent when he heard this, and he only heard the first half of Tang Ze's words. The news that Chu Qiao could no longer walk normally was like a soft mass stuffed into his body, unable to swallow it, unable to spit it out, and uncomfortable in his heart.

"Is there really no way?" As if something had drained him of his strength, his voice sounded weak.

"It's not completely probable," when he said this, Tang Ze couldn't tell how much was comfort and how much was fact, "I said, it also depends on her recovery situation, everyone's physique is different, so there are good and bad things when you recover, and I'm talking about a worse situation." After speaking, his hand patted Zhang Xian's shoulder, and the two brothers seemed to comfort him, "Don't worry, buddy, try to give you back a Chu Qiao who can jump and jump." ”

Chu Qiao? Zhang Xian was stunned. She told Tang Ze that her name was Chu Qiao, was she deliberately hiding her identity?

At this moment, the door of the operating room opened, and Zhang Xian and Tang Ze hurriedly took a few steps back to make way for the passage.

Chu Qiao had already woken up, the effect of the anesthetic needle had not completely dissipated, she looked weak, due to excessive blood loss, her lips showed a pale blood loss, and the whole person gave people a sense of dying fragility.

Zhang Xian ran over and held her cold little hand, he was a little nervous when he held her hand for the first time.

"How are you feeling right now?" His tone sounded more nervous than he was in his heart.

Chu Qiao moved his lips weakly, and a few indistinct words came out, and Zhang Xian couldn't hear them clearly.

The doctor replied: "She will not be in danger of her life for the time being, but she is very weak after the operation, so don't disturb her, let her rest well." ”

"Okay, okay." Zhang Xian hurriedly straightened his waist, and the doctor and nurse pushed Chu Qiao back to the ward. This is Chu Qiao's second hospitalization in a month, and his injuries are more serious and tragic than the first hospitalization.

The news that Mo Yao bloodied the Mexican gangsters overnight and wiped out more than 300 people quickly spread in the road, and Tang Ze came to visit this palace-level figure who could set off a bloody storm wherever he went.

"Why?" Tang Ze asked, the last time we met, we said that there was a deal to do, but this time even people's nests were served, and the speed at which your old man turned his face and didn't recognize people was really faster than turning a book.

"What, why?" Mo Yao's eyes were as black as ink, like two cold lamps on the city gate at midnight, and he was casually playing with the kung fu teacup in his hand, which Chu Qiao didn't know where to buy it a few days ago, and the small teacup was very exquisite.