I am very grateful to the students of Yuanda Founder for their rewards, and since March 1st, the two shifts have been resumed, and they have broken out from time to time, thanks to the support of my brothers and sisters

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There was nothing else in the jade box, only a pitch-black dagger about fifteen centimeters long and two centimeters wide lying there quietly.

The moment the jade box was opened, Mo Feng, whose complexion had changed suddenly, couldn't help but take two steps back, looking at the black dagger in the box with frightened eyes, as if looking at a demon.

It's not that Mo Feng is making a fuss, the reason why Mo Feng secretly took this jade box as his own is because when he first saw this dagger through the box, this pitch-black dagger showed the same orange light spot as the old ghost on the energy perception map in his mind, since it could threaten him, it was definitely not an ordinary thing.

But just now, when Mo Feng opened the jade box and saw this black dagger, the orange on the energy perception map in Mo Feng's mind instantly turned bright red, this red color like blood made the muscles of Mo Feng's whole body tense up suddenly, and under the instinctive reaction, his body involuntarily moved back two steps.

After a while, seeing that there was nothing unusual about the black dagger, Mo Feng, who was a little calm, cautiously leaned forward and slowly stretched out his hand to the black dagger in the box.

The black dagger was very light, neither gold nor iron, it didn't seem to be made of any metal that Mo Feng knew, not only did it not feel cold when held in his hand, but there was a trace of hot feeling from the hilt of the sword into Mo Feng's palm.

The seventeen or eighteen-centimeter-long dagger is only eight or nine centimeters at most after removing the remaining part of the hilt, plus the dagger is only two centimeters wide and narrow, it is difficult to say whether such a length and width can stab people to death, not to mention that the entire sword body is very blunt, as if it has never opened the blade at all, Mo Feng looked left and right and saw that in the end, he still didn't see where the danger of this dagger was.

In order not to miss anything. Mo Feng even took the black dagger and slashed it on the table, and after a busy work, the traces left by the black dagger on the table were not even as deep as a fruit knife.

Could it be a divine soldier sealed by the gods? Mo Feng, who had studied for a long time and was still puzzled, began to ponder the fantasy aspect of Xianxia again.

Let's study it slowly in the future! Half an hour later, the disheartened Mo Feng casually threw the black dagger space ring into his hand, and decided to sleep first before talking, and then have the opportunity to study it slowly in the future.

In the blink of an eye, I left the Li family to see Feng Shui, and a week has passed. Something happened to Ning Xiaotian's family, and the next day before he woke up, he hurriedly took a plane back to catch up.

Without Ning Xiaotian's noise, Mo Feng was also idle, going to work in the hospital during the consultation time, and at other times, he either rummaged through the boxes of ancient books left by his grandfather at home, or accompanied Ling Xuexian to visit the shopping mall, and his life was also leisurely.

"I've been waiting for a long time, I've finally waited for today, and I've dreamed for a long time and finally realized my dream" Because I was studying an ancient recipe the night before, I studied until more than two o'clock in the morning, and Mo Feng, who was sleeping soundly at this time, was suddenly woken up by the ringtone of the mobile phone next to the pillow.

The call was made by Xu Shaofeng. A tricky patient came to the hospital and asked Mo Feng to come over for a consultation.

The respiratory medicine ward admitted a patient from the outpatient clinic yesterday, and there was no problem with CT and other imaging examinations, but after using the medicine overnight, the patient's condition did not improve, and it seemed to have become more serious. He didn't even hesitate and directly called Mo Feng, the treasure of the town.

The patient's name is Song Dajun, the owner of Hongyuan Construction Company. To put it bluntly, Hongyuan Construction Company is just a subcontracting company, and their business is a small enterprise that takes a piece of the pie from large real estate companies such as You'an or Shengtang. The company has more than 60 employees, specializing in light work similar to hydropower renovation and secondary structure.

Song Dajun, who is 40 years old this year, felt pain in his eyeballs three days ago, as well as pain in his chest and back, and at first thought that it was because he had not rested well after playing mahjong all night recently. So I didn't care.

Until yesterday, the symptoms suddenly worsened, the eyeballs seemed to fall off, and the front and back of the chest were like sticks, and I didn't even dare to breathe hard, and I began to cough non-stop. Only then did he come to the hospital for treatment, and the outpatient clinic saw that Song Dajun was in pain and was about to contwitch, so he was directly admitted to the hospital.

After listening to Cao Yunliang, director of the Department of Respiratory Medicine, reported on the patient's identity and condition, Mo Feng couldn't help but be stunned, isn't this Hongyuan Construction Company the same company that had a conflict with him a week ago, it's really a narrow road!

After Cao Yunliang finished reporting his condition and saw that no one was supplementing, Mo Feng looked at several doctors in the department, and said with a smile: "There is no problem with biochemistry and imaging, and the medication is also decent, let's go to the ward and have a look!" ”

Under the leadership of Cao Yunliang, Mo Feng and his entourage came to the 518 ward where Song Dajun lived.

The 518 ward is a suite, the outside is the living room, the inside is the ward, and there is also a separate bathroom, such a ward is a high-standard ward, and I really dare not live in it without a little value.

At this time, there was a bewitching woman with heavy makeup and three men dressed in black sitting on the sofa in the living room, seeing Mo Feng and others coming in, the bewitching woman suddenly stood up from the sofa and shouted to Cao Yunliang, who was walking in the front: "I said that your hospital will not treat the disease, my husband was fine when he came in yesterday, and now he can't even get out of bed, I warn you, if you don't cure my husband today, your hospital will not open!" ”

Seeing this, Cao Yunliang forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said to the bewitching woman with a sincere face: "This patient's family, as a doctor, I understand your feelings, and please don't get excited, it is our duty to save lives and help the wounded, but, it's just that Mr. Song's illness is really a little special."

"Especially you are numb, old thing, it is clear that your medical skills are not good enough to find an excuse to shirk." Before Cao Yunliang's words fell, with a scolding sound, a bald man in black stood up suddenly, stepped forward and grabbed Cao Yunliang's placket, "Old immortal, if my boss's illness doesn't get better today, see if I don't smash your hospital!" ”

Cao Yunliang has been practicing medicine for half his life, where has he dealt with hooligans, and he was suddenly frightened to the point that his old face turned pale, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak, he knew that these people were all social ruffians, and they did everything, and I heard that a few days ago, they beat up the migrant workers who collected debts in broad daylight.

Seeing that Cao Yunliang was scared like this, the bald man's face suddenly showed a touch of pride, and he felt that the opportunity to show up had come.

"You smash it!" Just as he was thinking about performing in front of the bewitching woman again, as a cold voice sounded in his ears, the bald man only felt a tightening of his right shoulder, and a slender palm suddenly pressed on his shoulder. (To be continued.) )