【198 Diversion】

"Left ankle soft tissue injury, no fracture or bone crack, not too strict, pay attention to good, short-term about a month can be fully recovered, at most two months, according to the doctor's instructions to change the dressing regularly, do not exercise vigorously, use the left foot less, pay attention to recuperation."

After the nurse answered, Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief, "Wei'an, I'll go through the formalities and medicine, you can accompany this young lady here first......"

Before she finished her words, she saw the young lady on the bed jump down, pushing Yan Wei'an's wheelchair with one hand, and gesturing fiercely with the other, "No, in case you, the perpetrator, escape, I will follow you at any time!" “

Sigh.

"Well",

Xiao Yu let her push Wei An to follow, and also felt that this young lady was abnormal, as if she was similar to the Nangong family......

After the group left the ward.

Another patient in the ward came back, she stood in front of the door, looked in, stunned, and asked, "Where are my oranges, who ate my oranges?" ”

"No oranges."

The doctor who was in charge of this ward, who had just spoken to Miss Yan, came over, his face expressionless, and replied very calmly, "You remember wrong...... Here, from beginning to end, there is nothing. ”

"No...... Is it? ”

"It's normal for people with concussions to have memory confusion, and you don't have to worry about it."

The doctor recounted calmly and did not explain too much.

The patient looked at the doctor's expressionless but extremely convincing face, and finally scratched his head, oh, and lay back on the bed.

The doctor closed the door, walked to the corner, slowly removed the white coat, took out his mobile phone, and instructed the inside, "Follow Her Majesty cautiously and protect your safety." ”

"Yes, sir." A report came from that side, "Miss An Yi's location has been ascertained, in the real yàn room of the Tang family's D city, do you need to send someone to send you over now?" ”

The man's right hand paused lightly, he raised his head, looked at the sun hanging high, his eyes flowed slightly sadly, and said lightly: "Forget it, she never has lunch with me, before dinner, follow me to pick her up." ”

"Yes."

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The goshawk flew very fast, and in less than an hour's effort, it had already flown to the city where the buyer was, found a vacant lot on the outskirts, and landed a helicopter.

"Boss, I'll order someone to pick it up right away."

Goshawk said, picking up his phone.

When he picked up the number to dial, he paused, only to find that he and Yan Xiaoyu were discussing Yan Wei'an's positioning, and she gave her stuff to him in a panic and made the wrong call.

This Miss Yan seems to be really worried that the boss won't be able to go back at night, and she can't recognize things in a panic......

Goshawk shrugged her shoulders and used her mobile phone to dial the phone number of the local Nangong's subordinates, informing the young master that he had arrived and would come to answer it immediately.

The efficiency of the Nangong family is still extremely fast, and less than three minutes after the goshawk hung up the phone, three black sports cars appeared in front of the helicopter, and the one who came to greet them at the front was the Nangong cadre who was in charge of the transaction.

The sports car is parked.

Nangong Tou stepped off the plane, stepped forward with slender legs, and walked forward steadily, when the moment he was stationed, the car stopped, and the Nangong cadres took a column of people to bow neatly, and shouted to be in charge, well-trained.

Young Master Tou responded in a deep voice and ordered to report the situation.

The cadres did not dare to slack off, and quickly began to make detailed but not cumbersome reports on the situation of buyers, transaction differences, and changes in production lines......

Goshawk has been working as a driver for Nangong Tou since he was seven years old, but he has never been interested in new weapons or negotiating deals, he leaned back on the chair, bored fiddling with the game on his mobile phone, and somehow learned to be stupid and began to cut fruit......

Jingle bells!

The phone rang, the game was suddenly suspended, and it happened that he panicked, and the bomb tentacle before the pause, bang, exploded, and died completely!

Goshawk looked at the call from New York, immediately gritted his teeth angrily, and immediately hung up angrily, muttering to himself, "If I didn't cut a hundred points, would I be inferior to that leopard?" ”

Jingle bells, jingle bells, ringing again.

Angry-

The signal is cut directly, so that it is completely impossible to make and receive calls, and you can continue to cut fruit with peace of mind......

"Goshawk."

Young Master Tou in front of the car called in a low voice and ordered, "In three hours, gather at the top of the central building." ”

As soon as the goshawk heard this, he knew what was going on, and he had been a driver for so many years, and he could guess seven or eight points without having a good heart -- if it was on the top of a building, it was usually either a rush or an ambush or an explosion.

"Don't worry!" For the boss's instructions, Goshawk didn't dare to slack off, "No problem, make sure to pick it up on time." ”

Nangong responded calmly, and sat in the back seat of the sports car with the Nangong cadres.

When the sports car is about to move --

"Xiao Tou-!"

As if thinking of something, the goshawk lay in front of the plane window and shouted to Nangong Tou in the sports car, "Pay attention to safety!" ”

Nangong Tou did not reply.

The corners of the charming lips are outlined with a bit of curvature.

Calm.

Never ostentatious, but confident enough.

Goshawk looked at the distant sports car, shook his head, muttered to himself, and smiled, "This guy, from the age of seven to now, the smile before facing the task has not changed, how did he do it......"

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The plane is about to take off.

The military vehicle passed through the airport and sent the generals directly to the entrance of the plane, ready to board.

"Sir, in twenty minutes, the plane is about to take off."

The driver turned around and reported to the man who had been silent all the way back in his seat.

The man didn't reply, and when he heard the unreachable prompt on the screen again, he put down his hand, threw the black phone on his seat, pondered for a few seconds, and lowered his life, "Change course." ”