In the operating room, it was still Dr. Liu and the old doctor, who were helpless when they stood in front of the operating table, looking at the drip bottle that was no longer dripping, and was stunned for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yao Qian was dead, like two days ago, but they didn't leave the operating room to announce her death, as if waiting for a miracle that day.

Miracles will happen, will the cold, bloodless dead wake up? Maybe.

The moment Feng Jing pushed the door and walked in, Dr. Liu and the old doctor turned their heads in unison, but no one stepped forward to stop them, but tacitly took off their gloves and masks together, and let the two nurses who stepped forward to stop them go out first.

Feng Jing nodded to them slightly, as if thanking.

He walked towards the operating table, looked at the pale face on the operating table, couldn't help but feel sad, and whispered when he stretched out his hand to Yao Qian's wrist: "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

I'm sorry again, as if he did something very undesirable again, but what did he do wrong?

Feng Jing straightened Yao Qian's body and was about to inject her true qi, but found that the two doctors were still standing not far away, and they did not go out with the nurse.

Feng Jing turned his head and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?" ”

The two doctors looked at each other, did not say much, and withdrew with deep regret, unable to witness the miracle.

About twenty minutes later, Yao Yihong had already come downstairs, hugging his sobbing wife, stroking her back, and comforting that it was okay.

The two doctors had no other patients to rescue, so they leisurely stayed outside the door of the operating room with Yao Yihong, waiting for a miracle to appear. At this time, the two doctors glanced at each other, nodded in mutual understanding, pushed open the door of the operating room, and walked in.

In the operating room, Feng Jing sat behind Yao Qian and leaned back around her. The two doctors stepped forward to take a look, and saw that Yao Qian was bloody, and the tacit eyes of the two looked at each other again and smiled.

"My daughter is fine, my daughter is fine, it's great......" Xie Huiting in Yao Yihong's arms wiped her eyes, looked back at her husband beside her, and showed an ugly smile.

However, Yao Yihong was not moved, his sharp gaze passed through the gap between the two doctors in front of him, and fell on Feng Jing's face, whose face was a little pale, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his face was solemn. It was a long time before he seemed to be unresponsive, caressing his wife's back and grinning at her.

Feng Jing and Yao Qian are a man and a woman, but they are placed in the same ward and in a triple room, and Yao Yihong's privileges are fully reflected in this overcrowded inpatient department.

The rain outside the window gradually stopped, and the sky cleared after the rain, maybe that's it, and the stars began to blink.

Xie Huiting's gaze was retracted from the window, falling on her pitiful face, and she couldn't help but feel sad, and reached out to caress Yao Qian's soft hair.

With a squeak, the door of the ward was pushed open, but Xie Huiting didn't look back, she said leisurely: "You have to go and get busy beforehand, I'll stay here." ”

"You go back to the hotel and go to sleep, it's almost there, it's okay, the doctor said you'll wake up." Yao Yihong stepped forward and looked at Yao Qian, who was lying quietly on the hospital bed, and said.

"Did we do something wrong?" Xie Huiting remembered the scene of Yao Qian crying in the hotel, and looked back at Yao Yihong, who did not have too much expression.

"Huiting, you're thinking too much."

Yao Yihong bent down, picked up his wife, whose eyes began to moisten, and then she turned around and walked out.

"What are you going to do with that kid?"

Xie Huiting turned her head and looked at Feng Jing, who was unattended by no one on the side, she understood very well that her husband was going to break up with himself, and then what he was going to do to Feng Jing.

"Go back and get some sleep, don't worry about things here, I'll call the nurse if there's something." Yao Yihong turned the topic away and said, he didn't want his wife to get involved and encounter any accidents.

Xie Huiting turned her head back, nodded slightly to her husband, didn't say anything more, and walked out the door. She is a smart woman, what can be asked and what cannot be asked, she understands very well, presumably Yao Qian's intelligence has inherited a lot from her mother.

Yao Yihong sent Xie Huiting away, and as soon as he left the door, he nodded to the strong man in the suit next to the door, signaling him to be neat for a while. As soon as the two walked into the elevator, the man in the suit at the door said action to the headset on his ear, and after speaking, he glanced at the accomplice not far from the corridor, and then walked to the end of the corridor together.

At the end of the corridor is a glass window, through which you can see the bustling corner of the East City...... But how much darkness and sin is hidden in this prosperity?

As soon as the monitor in the corridor interfered, the two young men waiting at the staircase saw that the nurse on duty at the workbench in the distance was not paying attention, and rushed out of the stairs and rushed into the ward. After a while, the young man carried Feng Jing back to the fire staircase.

Yao Yihong sent his wife out of the hospital and got into the car, then returned to the hospital, and when he came to the ward, only Yao Qian was left in the ward of the three.

He pushed open the door, took a deep breath, walked over to his daughter, sat down beside the hospital bed, took Yao Qian's hand, and stroked it gently.

……

A black Honda van pulled out of the side door of the hospital and headed west. The car turned out of the hospital and into the main road of Dongcheng, followed by a black SUV.

In this dark night, perhaps only the street lights can tell some kind of connection between the two cars.

Half an hour later, Feng Jing was carried up the mountain by two young men in gray T-shirts. came to a pine tree and put Feng Jing down.

The young man who carried Feng Jingyao sat down along the trunk of the tree, leaned on Feng Jing, don't look over his head to look at him, and couldn't help grinning, but he couldn't see his expression in this dark night.

Another young man glanced at the young man by the trunk of the tree through the night, but did not see his smile, and without saying a word, he took up his shovel and dug a hole in the somewhat silty soil.

After a while, the pit had been dug more than two feet deep, and the young man reached out and said, "It's okay." ”

The young man leaning against the trunk of the tree sighed, got up and said, "Little brother, you can't blame us for this! ”

The young man pulled out a pistol from his pocket, and in the dark night, no one could see how big the muzzle hole was, but it touched Feng Jing's right head.

Bang, a piece, resounded through the silent hill.

The sky was sunny after the rain, but no one could see anything, except for a few stars, and it was pitch black.

"Don't move, raise your hands."

In the darkness of the night, two black figures approached here, and if you look closely or wait for the black shadows to come, you will see two sniper rifles facing two strong young men.

The strong man who held the gun at Feng Jing's right head turned pale, his right hand couldn't help but tremble, the pistol had already fallen, obviously his arm had been shot, and droplets were dripping on the ground from time to time. Although he was in pain, he did not dare to move.

He was a soldier and knew very well, if he made a move, the trigger of the sniper rifle not far away would be pulled without hesitation, and then his head would burst out of blood, and there would be one more hole.

……

In front of Yao Qian's ward in the inpatient department of the hospital, Yao Yihong's head rested on the counter table next to the bed, his eyes closed, and he was asleep unconsciously.

Buzzing...... Belch......

The mobile phone in Yao Yihong's trouser pocket vibrate, and it didn't take long to wake up Yao Yihong, who was asleep. He looked up at Yao Qian, who looked like she was still asleep, his hand was withdrawn from her palm, reached into his trouser pocket, and pulled out his mobile phone, an unfamiliar call.

Looking at the number, Yao Yihong hesitated, whose call was it so late? This is his private number, could it be that something happened? He thought about it, got up and walked out of the ward, pressed the answer button, and said, "Hey! ”

"Chief Yao."

"Who?" Yao Yihong couldn't help but be startled, and took a step forward and said.

"You're such a nobleman, your phone number is hard to find."

"Who are you?" Yao Yihong listened to the pretended voice and asked that he wanted to confirm the identity of the other party as soon as possible, or he or the people around him would be in danger, this is the conclusion he has come to from his opponent over the years.

Yao Yihong's movement, the two strong men at the door and in the corridor were alert, and looked around to approach Yao Yihong.

"Don't be nervous, Chief Yao, I won't treat you like this, just ask you for a thank you."

"Thank you? Don't pretend to be mysterious, what do you say! ”

"Chief Yao, you are not authentic, I saved your daughter again just now, why don't you say thank you! It's so ungraceful, isn't it? ”

"Save my daughter again, are you from Wang Pingguo?"

"Hmm...... Whatever you call me am, I'm just here to ask for a thank you. ”

"I don't have any grudges with you, do I?"

"Uh...... Probably not, that's why I saved your daughter twice! ”

"Okay...... Then tell me how to save my daughter. ”

"I won't say much last time, just talk about your daughter's illness, I'm afraid no one in this world can cure it!"

"Oh, thank you for your concern, but don't worry, the doctor said she's fine, and she'll wake up tomorrow." Yao Yihong grinned and said with a sarcastic smile.

"The doctor said? It should be the standard, not the original. ”

Hearing this, Yao Yihong couldn't help but be surprised, he remembered what Feng Jing said, Zhang Wuji was hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm, and his internal qi was completely lost, and he needed Zhang Sanfeng to infuse him with true qi for many years. Oh, yes! It takes years of infusion of true qi to fight against it.

"What's wrong with my people?" Obviously, Yao Yihong heard the clue from his voice, and his subordinates who wanted to decide Feng Jing had already fallen into the hands of others.

"Hey...... It depends on Chief Yao's performance, it shouldn't be so difficult to say thank you, right? ”

"You ......" Yao Yihong was a little angry, but he couldn't let go of his face and thanked him, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Uh...... It seems that Chief Yao is difficult to be a favor, so okay......"

Bang bang...... Two gunshots rang out from the phone.

"You bastards."

Yao Yihong shouted, and the nurse on duty on the workbench not far away woke up from her stupor, turned her head to look this way.

"Chief Yao, my good words have already been said in front of you! So, at the east side door of the hospital, I'll give you a gift! Oh, by the way, it seems that your lady lives in Liri, and that place has not been safe lately! There's always a drag incident. ”

"You ......"

"Remember to sign for the gift, otherwise it will stink."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and there was a busy sound from inside.

Yao Yihong pulled the phone away from his ear, took it to him, and looked at the strange phone for a long time.