With a sharp look in his eyes, Huang Lao opened his mouth, and finally hesitated for a long time, and said in a slurred voice: "Bleeding surname stroke......

Even if there was a guess in his heart, after Huang Lao's words came out, Ran Qing's body still couldn't stop trembling. Even at this moment, if it weren't for Zhang Yang next to him, Ran Qing almost fainted to the ground.

Shaking his buzzing head, Ran Qing laughed miserably, and asked calmly, "Is there a danger to life?" ”

"This ......", he glanced at Ran Qing with a rather embarrassed expression, and Huang Lao's tone suddenly hesitated. At this moment, the young doctor next to him raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his tone was quite rigorous, but it was obviously mixed with a hint of indifference, and interjected: "With the patient's situation, even if I take the knife, the best possibility is to save my surname." But brain death is inevitable. ”

After the young doctor's words came out of his mouth, Ran Boxiong's face turned obviously cold. But looking at the young doctor's cold and arrogant nerd face, in the end, Ran Boxiong only sighed helplessly.

The body couldn't help but shake, and Ran Qing fell directly backwards. Sensing this situation, Zhang Yang quickly hugged Ran Qing in his arms. At the same time, looking at Ran Qing's little face that was white and white at that moment, Zhang Yang's heart couldn't help but be filled with a feeling of blockage.

Gritting his teeth, he hesitated slightly, glanced at Ran Boxiong with his eyes, then stared at Huang Lao, and said coldly: "Let me try." ”

"Just you?" , Zhang Yang's words just came out, and at this time, several people next to him suddenly looked at Zhang Yang in surprise. And just now, after the young doctor glanced at Zhang Yang, he subconsciously glanced at his mouth, and said with disdain: "Do you have a medical practitioner qualification?" Have you had surgery? ”

"Huh! I think you're still in school, aren't you? This is human life, not a tool for you to make girls happy! Probably the surname is the same, and the young doctor's rhetoric did not leave Zhang Yang with any affection.

If it were someone else, Zhang Yang really didn't necessarily want to take care of this idle matter. If you don't reveal your secrets, you will be ashamed. Hearing the young doctor's sarcasm, Zhang Yang's face turned cold, and his tone became a little impulsive: "I don't have any bullshit qualifications. I don't have surgery either. But don't forget, in addition to your Western medicine, there is also a profession of Chinese medicine. ”

"Chinese medicine? Scold. With a glance at the corner of his mouth, the young doctor suddenly sneered: "Can Chinese medicine be an emergency?" ”

Originally, it was just a casual excuse, but at this time, seeing the young doctor's unbeaten expression, Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed, and his tone was full of mockery: "The dog thing that forgets the sect of the number of books is talking about people like you." The business left by the ancestors for thousands of years has become an unpopular existence when it comes to you? What does it mean that TCM cannot be used for emergency treatment? Without the ancestors, you can stand here now. ”

"You ......", probably didn't expect Zhang Yang to say such vulgar sarcastic words, and the young doctor's face was difficult to look at. But before the young doctor could finish speaking, Huang Lao pulled the young doctor violently: "Hao Ren! Shut up. ”

Huang Lao, who was still kind and kind just now, had a slightly wrinkled face at this time, and he had an indescribable expression on his face. Glancing at Zhang Yang a little indifferently, Huang Lao said in an unkind tone: "Young man, you ......"

"Let him try!" , Ran Boxiong suddenly waved his hand, interrupting Huang Lao's words.

looked at Ran Boxiong subconsciously, and when he came into contact with Ran Boxiong's gaze towards him, Zhang Yang couldn't help but froze for a moment. Although he couldn't figure out why Ran Boxiong would agree to him, after a pause, Zhang Yang calmed Ran Qing with a shocked face a little, and walked directly towards the ward.

Looking at Zhang Yang's back walking towards the ward, Ran Boxiong, who looked quite calm at this time, was already in turmoil in his heart.

It's him? It had to be him!

Even when Ran Qing saw Zhang Yang for the first time, he would have some guesses about Zhang Yang's identity, let alone Ran Boxiong?

Thinking back then, when he participated in the external counterattack with his former old friends and brothers, the scene of blood and fire was mixed, and at this time, Ran Boxiong's already cold heart couldn't help but feel a little trance.

The light passed and the past was long gone.

Today's Ran Boxiong is no longer the pure soldier. Even if Ran Boxiong at this time looks like a soldier, it is better to say that he is more like a politician.

It is said that there are two dirtiest existences in the world. One is in women, and the other is in politics. And the latter is even more filthy and filthy than the former.

Decades of contamination have already changed Ran Boxiong's heart.

Although the past has gone far away, that memorable past is inevitably imprinted in Ran Boxiong's heart.

The former friend, brother, and the appearance of the year still occasionally appear in Ran Boxiong's dreams from time to time. It's just that Ran Boxiong once admired that person. Now, however, there is a deep fear and a rejection that comes from different positions. A good dream has also turned into a grinding nightmare.

It was also for this reason that the moment he saw Zhang Yang, Ran Boxiong guessed Zhang Yang's identity. Moreover, unlike Ran Qing's speculation, Ran Boxiong knows more, so he is more sure of Zhang Yang's identity.

More than ten years ago, the eldest son and grandson of that family were taken captive. This is in the upper echelons of the country, not under the pressure of an earthquake. Although this matter has been sealed in the dust for many years, thinking of it, Ran Boxiong can't help but be shocked inexplicably.

The moment he saw Zhang Yang, Ran Boxiong had the idea of taking this opportunity to throw himself over there. However, this thought only arose for a moment, and it was thrown out of the clouds by Ran Boxiong.

It's not that Ran Boxiong doesn't want to, but he doesn't dare!

This is a factional competition, a war without gunpowder, but you are fighting to the death. Even if Ran Boxiong was willing to take refuge in the past, he would definitely not accept it.

Because it's a concept, a traditional difference.

It's like the faint estrangement between the red family and the grassroots eunuchs. The war with that side is even more irreconcilable, and even more insoluble.

For the existence of grassroots origins, the red family may be able to integrate and accept. But for that side, Ran Boxiong knew that even if he was born in a red family and took refuge in the past, people would definitely not accept it. Even, because of his background in a red family, he will refuse there!

Gate valve, as deep as the sea......

The existence of the city gate valve has existed in the world since ancient times. They lie in the wilderness and hide in the court. Holding the general trend and holding the resources, generation after generation, it affects the replacement of various dynasties.

Even, even Taizu won the artifact back then, and there was no lack of support behind the gate valve.

It's a very unbelievable thing, if it weren't for the department controlled by Ran Boxiong, this kind of secrecy would probably only be known when it comes to the ranks of a few predators.

The gate valve is like a sharp weapon, attacking like a hammer, and cutting like a blade. But it can not only overcome obstacles, but also lurk the danger of cutting yourself.

Taizu was far-sighted, borrowed the power of the gate valve, grasped the general trend, competed in the world, and after winning the throne, he set up a general policy after the founding of the People's Republic of China to virtually weaken the influence of the gate valve.

But the heart is endless, but there is an end to life. Taizu died, and the gate valve gradually got rid of the oppression.

Twenty years ago, the incident of usurping power by the Israeli army sounded the alarm bell of all red blood.

Since ancient times, the gate valve of the city court will never directly participate in the competition for artifacts. Even, more like a merchant, buying and selling the succession of dynasties.

But this customary surname from ancient times was broken twenty years ago. And the person who broke it was the grandfather of the person who walked towards the ward in front of him. Similarly, he is also a member of the Eight Great City Gate Valves. Thinking of this, Ran Boxiong's heart couldn't calm down for a long time at this time.

Could it be that the legend is true? And, is it really going to be fulfilled?

Because he was in charge of a special department, Ran Boxiong knew a sensational legend.

More than 2,000 years ago, the First Emperor swept through the Six Kingdoms, pacified the world, and established the foundation of the imperial court. Although he knew that there was no eternal dynasty, the first emperor's heart was higher than the sky, and he wanted to build an immortal dynasty, and then he was tyrannical and overwhelmed all hidden dangers.

But in the end, the First Emperor still did not fulfill his dream. But even so, the First Emperor continued his unfinished dream in an alternative way.

That is to slaughter the gate valve of the world's court, change the name of their bloodline, replace it, hide in it, stand in Nestle, lurking in the hope that the time will come, so that they can win the surname bloodline, and finally be able to achieve the great cause of immortality.

Qin is in charge of the world, an artifact, and only wins the surname.

And Ran Boxiong speculated from those secret stories that the eight major market gate valves that have been inherited since ancient times are actually separated from the surname Win!

One win, eight surnames.

For! It is said that one day, at the right time, it will be true and truly win the world again.

Ran Boxiong didn't know that it was because the direction set by Taizu had too much influence on the eight major city gates, forcing them to take a step in advance? Or is it that the eight major city gates have sensed that the time has come, so they want to put the country in chaos.

In the usurpation of power by the Israeli army, Ran Boxiong knew more than outsiders. So Ran Boxiong knows that it's just a signal, a process! It's just to disrupt and disperse the stability of the country, as well as the policy set by Taizu, in the hope that the times will be chaotic!

Only chaos can get that so-called opportunity!

And Ran Boxiong, who was born in a red family, absolutely can't tolerate this!

This is a war without gunpowder, a competition between red blood and the city gate.

Victory! It will eradicate the hidden danger of the gate valve in the city, so that the life of this country can be truly revived and strong. Still defeated! End the life of this country and replace it with another beginning. It's all in this silent game.

Different origins, each its own master. This is what Ran Qing doesn't know. This is also the reason why Ran Boxiong, who parted ways with his former brother.

It is also for this reason that the moment he saw Zhang Yang, all kinds of thoughts started in Ran Boxiong's heart.

Let Zhang Yang try. In fact, whether it is successful or not, for Ran Boxiong, he really doesn't care much. Even, if he is cured, in Ran Boxiong's opinion, it is not a 'good thing'.

The blood is already cold. For the sake of this war, for the continuation of the red blood, don't say that a woman, his wife, everything, even his own life, Ran Boxiong can give up.

Maybe it's a sick sense of belonging, but for Ran Boxiong himself, it's not necessarily wrong.

Looking at the back of Zhang Yang walking into the ward, Ran Boxiong's eyes fluctuated slightly, silently walked into the distance, took out a mobile phone, and called out a phone number that was quietly buried in the depths of his memory......

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