Yang Wendong was lying on the hospital bed at the moment, realizing what life is worse than death. Many parts of his body are wrapped in bandages, and the exposed skin looks extremely intrigued, and these parts are either scarred or pus-draining, so it can be said that there are few good skin and flesh on his body.

He has always been conceited and arrogant, and it is too late to regret it. Recalling the past again, is this retribution? Or do you say you are self-inflicted? has always thought that others took his money and should be owed to him.

People are about to die, and their words are good, not to mention that Yang Wendong is a person who has died once. For Luo Gui, who was about to pull himself on the verge of death, he made a move that his father couldn't understand in the past two days, not only did he not pursue the matter, but also beat five million to the other party's family.

Maybe he still has expectations for the recovery of his body, and the money should be regarded as atonement, and then Yang Wendong is like an old monk.

"Xiaodong, you haven't had anything in your stomach for a few days, mom feed you some porridge."

Mother Yang looked at her son distressedly on the side, and it should have been a good thing that her son's heart has changed greatly in the past few days. knew that his previous character must have been going to cause trouble, but he, as a mother, had always spoiled him.

Seeing her son look like this is tantamount to a hammer in her heart. is such a son, and now he is not only disfigured, but also faces lifelong disability.

Alas, what kind of sin has been created?

"Mom, you let me do it myself."

Yang Wendong stretched out his palm, which was tightly wrapped in bandages, and saw that only the thumb and index finger were left in the palm, and the remaining three fingers were melted together because of the incineration.

Mama Yang saw the same, sighed again, and turned the spoon to Yang Wendong's side.

"Bell-"

Yang Wendong's body is now weak, and he can't hold this spoon that even a three-year-old child can grasp with his thumb and index finger alone, and the word "waste" comes to mind.

"Ahh

Yang Wendong, who was originally quite calm, couldn't accept the blow of being a waste. swept the porcelain bowl and insulated lunch box in front of him to the ground, and then smashed the daily necessities on the bed with his hands and feet, and even hit the wall headlong.

"Doctor! Doctor!!! Seeing that she couldn't stop it, Mama Yang hurriedly asked the doctor to come over, and now in his case, the doctor can only give him a tranquilizer, otherwise the wound is likely to be life-threatening again.

Mother Yang hugged her son and shed tears silently, while saying comfortingly: "Son, don't worry. Mom will ask your dad to find the best plastic surgeon, and you will still be you in the future. ”

"Huh."

Yang Wendong, who was given a tranquilizer, no longer had the strength to make this anger, so he could only laugh a few times at himself. It's not that he didn't hear the doctor's diagnosis, saying that he would recover after a few more surgeries, and he knew that it would never be possible to restore the dashing face he had before.

Not to mention this finger, the fire burned to a ball before, and the best way to deal with it is to cut it off, and then he will be a rightfully disabled person, a waste.

……

In the car.

Cheng Wei and Chen Peiqi looked at each other, the former really couldn't stand the other party's impotence expression if he looked too much, so he asked: "I said ice cubes, what can't you say well in the store, but brought me to such a spacious luxury car, I am not such a casual person." ”

Chen Peiqi glared at him, and said even more coldly: "It seems that you have a way to cure Yang Wendong's injury?" ”

"Well, it depends on whether the other party is sincere or not." Cheng Weishi fiddled with his thumb and index finger, and told the other party that he had money to discuss.

Looking at Cheng Wei's expression, Chen Peiqi didn't know why her calm heart had the urge to go up and slap him twice. No, Cheng Wei is right, she has a request in front of her, and even if these two slaps are going to be pumped, they have to wait for this matter to end.

So he promised; "If you can really cure Yang Wendong, I can give you a million as your reward."

Who knew that Cheng Wei was not satisfied, and said with a big grin: "Then forget it, you can let me down here." ”

He can cook a few tables of meals for more than this reward, not to mention that he still goes to save people. In addition, Yang Wendong has found someone to make trouble in the store three or four times, and the two have already made a feud.

Originally, he thought that if the other party gave him a high enough salary, he could pull Yang Wendong along. After all, Yang Wendong has received a due lesson, and God has given him his life, so Cheng Weiquan should be doing a good deed.

However, this million remuneration is really low enough, according to Yang Wendong's current injury, it will take at least two or three high-quality potions to recover to his original state, in fact, it will be converted into two or three hundred spiritual values. According to the shipping price of the ingredients in the roast meat shop, it will be about 10,000 yuan.

But how can the ingredients be compared with the medicine, if the food is expensive, then you can buy it cheaply outside. You buy a cheap drug to try it, and you can't eat it anymore.

"I don't know what to do." Chen Peiqi whispered a comment to Cheng Wei.

Who knew that Cheng Wei's ears were very sharp, not only completely in his ears, but also pretending to be confused and asking, "What are you talking about?" ”

Entangled with such a guy will make her short life for at least three years. Peggy Chen's contribution of 1 million is already the highest limit, because this money is not her personal expenses, but belongs to the funds used for the development of the company. She is not the only shareholder of the company, and the money is naturally clearly divided.

However, she told Cheng Wei another piece of news, because Yang Maocai had no hope of seeking medical treatment, he didn't even let go of the You Fang Warlock during this time, and promised that as long as Yang Wendong could be restored to his original appearance, he would be rewarded with five million hands.

"Five million?"

It seems that Yang Maocai is heartbroken for this matter, and he will never let his son have a full body plastic surgery unless he has to. Although plastic surgery can more or less restore Yang Wendong's appearance, there are more sequelae of plastic surgery, especially Yang Wendong's current situation.

Five million Cheng Wei thinks it's still a bit less, but forget it. Who let himself be short of money..., no, who made himself kind-hearted, this time it should be a tearful sale.

After Cheng Wei stopped mischievous, the vehicle returned to calm again, and soon came to the Yang family's residence.

"Uncle Yang, I'm Chen Peiqi from Ruiyi Company, and now there is someone next to me who may be able to heal Ling Lang's external injury, do you have time to come out."

When she came to the Yang family's residence, Chen Peiqi did not visit directly by the door, but called Yang Maocai in advance. When the other party heard the news, he was a little excited even when he spoke, and within a few minutes, Yang Mao came to the door in an electric sightseeing car.

This person's first impression of Cheng Wei was the vicissitudes of life, with a medium stature, and his body bones did not skyrocket because of the rich days, on the contrary, he looked a little thin, and he seemed to be the director of a tens of billions of listed groups, not as beautiful as outsiders see.

"Peggy, what about the master you're talking about?"