Saved? This is Zhao Huchen's first reaction, all the way to the end, I thought I was going to follow this black and gloomy trajectory like ink to the end, Zhao Huchen really didn't expect that fate This girl turned back and smiled at him at the turning point at the last moment, the sun is shining, and the spring flowers are blooming? These are all nonsense, and Zhao Huchen's only feeling at this moment is fear, deep fear.

was caught during the day and tortured for more than ten hours, just a minute or two later, this worthless but very important life will be explained to Zhang Tingtao, and if you are afraid of it for the rest of your life, it will be fake.

The man who was difficult to carry a star with a fierce aura from his eyes to his speech did not look at Zhao Huchen much, waved his hand, and asked the people outside to come in to deal with the matter, several soldiers carried Zhao Huchen and sent him directly downstairs, where there was already an ambulance waiting.

Zhao Huchen couldn't participate in the next thing, all in all, when he went downstairs, there were not many soldiers standing densely outside the entire small building, most of them were loaded with guns, several military vehicles were parked behind the crowd, and some cars with flashing alarm lights were parked on one side, the solemn arrogance on the faces of the group of soldiers made Zhao Huchen, who saw this battle for the first time, very surprised, but his brain was dizzy, and he also knew that something big must have happened in the garrison area, combined with what the man said to Zhang Tingtao before, Zhao Huchen also seemed to have figured out a little taste.

On the rickety ambulance, several emergency doctors who didn't say a word quickly put on an oxygen mask for him, and then he was anesthetized and did the basic cleaning of the wound, Zhao Huchen only felt that the red and blue lights on the roof of the ambulance continued to shine in from the window, shaking his eyes, and the portrait in front of him became more and more blurred, and the sound heard in his ears also changed from clear at the beginning to blurred and finally gradually disappeared invisible.

"The blood pressure is too low, the heart rate is too low, and the patient's consciousness has entered a state of shock." The moment Zhao Huchen closed his eyes, the instrument connected to his body emitted a piercing alarm, and the emergency doctor sitting next to him glanced at the instrument and said.

"Inject epinephrine, dose 0.3, take a blood sample from the patient for immediate testing, and notify the hospital to prepare the operating room for emergency immediately." Another foreign doctor opened Zhao Huchen's eyelids, checked Zhao Huchen's pupils with a medical flashlight, and frowned.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, for these doctors, Zhao Huchen is just one of the countless critically ill patients they have endured, it is good to survive, if they really can't save them, they won't be too sad, after all, they are used to death, and they are numb now.

When he arrived at the hospital, there were already the best doctors in the entire PLA hospital waiting by the side, and the operating room had been prepared, and Zhao Huchen was sent directly to the operating room after getting out of the ambulance.

Yang Ting and Mohe are also in the hospital, in fact, Yang Ting has already gotten the news the moment Zhao Huchen came out of the hospital, Yang Ting, who was specially guarding here with Mohe, was deeply relieved when he saw Zhao Huchen being surrounded by a group of doctors in white coats and getting off the ambulance, Yang Ting stepped forward and saw Zhao Huchen's face lying on the snow-white hospital bed like paper gold, and the slight mist in the oxygen mask and the very slightly undulating chest confirmed that Zhao Huchen was indeed alive.

It's just that Zhao Huchen at this time is really embarrassed, and he even has to describe it as miserable.

The blood on his body wet the snow-white sheets, and the position on his chest was even more scarlet, and the entire hospital bed was as if it was originally blood-red, and even the huge oxygen pillow that stored oxygen was scarlet.

Looking at Zhao Huchen, who was so angry that he almost had only half a life left, Yang Ting's face was so ugly and ugly.

followed the hospital bed and hurriedly went upstairs, followed until the outside of the operating room, and saw Zhao Huchen enter the operating room, and the operating light on the door of the operating room also lit up, Yang Ting, who had not said a word from beginning to end, sat on the side, also without saying a word.

Mohe did not sit down, but stood at the door of the operating room, looking up at the red light that symbolized the operation in progress, and did not move.

Yang Ting touched a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, originally just very politely planned to ask Mohe if he wanted it, but when he raised his head, he saw Mohe's solid back that was almost like a pillar on the desolate earth, to be honest, if there was no similar temper, the two men would not be able to get to the point of heart-to-heart, in Yang Ting's opinion, Mohe and Zhao Huchen at this time are a little the same imagination, the back is not very tall and burly, but it is like a strong bamboo that has been bred in the deep mountains and old forests for more than ten years, There is no sturdiness of the sycamore and there is no unshakable pine and cypress, but this tenacity is enough to resist the wind and water that the first two can't bear.

Yang Ting has always believed that there is great blessing after the catastrophe, the so-called ups and downs of life are like the tide, there are ups and downs, there is no eternal high tide, the same truth, no matter how steep the mountain is, there are ups and downs, let alone being a man? Yang Ting's valued Zhao Huchen does not lack the black belly that a child in the city should have, what makes him care is that he also has the most lacking stability and tenacity of a child in the city, and now people are too impetuous to withstand polishing and failure, especially those who have climbed to a certain height, and they are used to being thrown down by someone at the top of the mountain, which is going to die. Originally, Yang Ting was also worried, worried that Zhao Huchen was missing polish, but although this incident tonight made him feel caught off guard and angry, it was not without benefits, the key was something he saw in Mohe, the surname Ren.

If Zhao Huchen, the strong bamboo that came out of the deep mountains and old forests, carried it through this period, no one could stop the ensuing growth, but if this hurdle could not be passed, not to mention Yang Ting, even the gods would not be able to save him.

"Come and sit down with me, I have a few words to say to you." Yang Ting lit a cigarette, but found that the lighter lying in his palm was the cheap goods that Zhao Huchen used to exchange for his zippo dollar.

Although smoking is not allowed in the hospital, there are really few cigarettes that he Yang has lit that dare not be long-sighted.

Mohe's body moved, and after hesitating for a while, he slowly walked to Yang Ting's side and sat down.

Yang Ting turned his head to look, fortunately, that handsome face did not make Yang Ting disgusted with crying and cat urine at first sight, but a calm face and undisguised gloom.

"It can be said that Huchen has picked up a life today." Yang Ting threw a cigarette to Mohe and said lightly.

Of course, whether he can hold this life in his hands or not, now no one else is of use, it depends on his own ability. That kid always bragged to me about how he played a game of killing with those really man-eating animals in the mountains, and today I want to see if that kid is as awesome as he said he was. Yang Ting also felt that a series of things that happened in a row made his heart panic, and now there is such a guy as Mohe, who is not qualified but is also a gourd, as an audience, and he can also let him speak.

"I know, you must be holding a breath in your stomach, don't talk about you, my heart is not happy, today I will give you the words first, the Zhang family will definitely have to deal with it, and do not delay or compromise, just tonight, the Zhang family dared to put his palm on my Yang Ting's face, this slap was loud, if I don't return it, then am I still a gentleman? Do you think that's the reason? The two of them spoke and listened to each other, although outsiders seemed weird and boring, but Yang Ting was quite happy to say it.

Mohe wanted to speak and stopped, and finally smoked with his head bored.

Yang Ting saw Mohe's performance in his eyes, smiled slightly, spit out a puff of smoke, and said, "What do you want to say?" Just say it. ”

"If I were him, I'd rather get revenge myself." Mo Daodao, constantly looking at Yang Ting with his afterglow while talking, he and Yang Ting are not familiar, and they haven't even met a few times and haven't said anything, but they have collected a lot of accounts for those who are more or less stained with meat, and they can naturally know from the mouths of those people what the name of Mingzhu Yang Ting is like thunder, and the previous understanding of Yang Ting can only be said to make those who have some relatives in the political axe department or at home open a small company at best, and the small citizens who are so popular in this city are secretive, and then go deeper, It was only during the time he followed Zhao Huchen that he knew that Yang Ting regarded Zhao Huchen as most of his son.

With such a powerful and mysterious preconceived notion existing, Mohe certainly can't let go of his words.

"I know what you mean." Yang Ting didn't show the dissatisfied look that Mohe imagined, he actually had a little sincere appreciation, nodded, saw that the cigarette in Mohe's hand burned to the buttocks, and handed him another one, this time Mohe took it carefully, and continued the fire, Yang Ting said: "The Zhang family is a hedgehog now, whoever gets close will prick whom, others are full of blood, he himself may not be better, but a Zhang family who is determined to fight with you to the end may not care about these things, the current situation is very clear, it is estimated that it is almost time for the Zhang family to receive the news from the garrison area, So the Zhang family and we are really the same as fire and water, one mountain is still not tolerant of two tigers, how can this small pearl accommodate the two gangs of people who have completely torn their faces? Let Huchen get it back by himself, of course I believe he can do it, otherwise I wouldn't be so attentive to him, but the question is how long is this time? In my eyes, Zhao Huchen is not a hunting dog with a narrow vision in one place or two places after all, but a Siberian tiger with a vast territory. I will do the affairs of the Zhang family, but I will not do it all, pull out the thorns on the hedgehog's body, and then let Huchen get angry himself, do you think this is a way to do both? ”

Mohe thought for a long time, but Yang Ting didn't speak again, and waited until the second cigarette was almost at the end before Mohe said seriously: "I know, you are really good to him." ”

(To be continued)