"Uncle, who came just now?" Zhang Zihao was a little confused, and he didn't know who those people were just now.

Zhang Song said: "I don't know either, but did you hear them say, it was Mayor Pei of Songjiang City." ”

"Then the mayor of Songjiang City will see what I am doing." Zhang Zihao hasn't come back yet.

Zhang Song patted his head, and then remembered what Zhang Junwu ordered yesterday, and didn't tell Zhang Zihao, thanks to the fact that when Mayor Pei came over just now, he saw that Zhang Zihao was seriously injured, and he didn't ask for details, otherwise it would have leaked, although Zhang Song was fine, but Zhang Junwu and the leaders behind him would definitely not end well.

Zhang Song told Zhang Zihao what Zhang Junwu explained yesterday, and Zhang Zihao nodded: "I know, uncle, I won't talk nonsense, but I really give me a bonus of 300,000 yuan, a lot of money!" ”

At the end, Zhang Zihao's eyes lit up, obviously knowing that he had another 300,000 bonus, he was very excited.

"Okay, don't get excited, as long as you don't talk nonsense, there is a bonus of 300,000 yuan, and not a single point is indispensable to you." Zhang Song hurriedly comforted Zhang Zihao, afraid that he would be too excited and pull the wound.

"I know, but, uncle, can you give me back that knife of mine?" Zhang Zihao asked Zhang Song.

"What knife?" Zhang Song was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

Zhang Zihao said hesitantly: "It's the knife that fought with the gangsters, it was the saber I bought in Songjiang, I like it a lot." ”

Zhang Song shook his head: "Okay, don't think about it, if you don't come back, it is estimated that it will be used as evidence by the police, by the way, what are you doing with a knife if you have nothing to do?" ”

Zhang Zihao said: "I've liked knives and guns since I was a child, uncle, you don't know it." ”

"Okay, when you're ready, I'll buy you a few good knives, and let you have enough fun when the time comes." Zhang Song said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you, uncle." Zhang Zihao happily thanked Zhang Song.

Song Jia, who was next to her, said: "No, what kind of knife to buy, what if you hurt someone?" ”

Zhang Song said perfunctorily: "Okay, I know, I'm just talking." After speaking, Zhang Song gave Zhang Zihao a look, and Zhang Zihao immediately understood.

Zhang Zihao said: "Auntie, I'm joking with my uncle, don't take it seriously." ”

Song Jia nodded and didn't say anything more.

Actually, usually Zhang Zihao wants to say that he likes to play with knives, Zhang Song will definitely not agree, but now that such a thing has happened, if Zhang Zihao did not bring a knife to defend himself at that time, the result may be different, so Zhang Song does not object to him playing with knives now, as long as he does not hurt others.

Although the knife is a murder weapon, but who has to hold it, Zhang Song believes that even if Zhang Zihao has a knife in his hand, he will not do anything to hurt others.

Half an hour later, Zhang Junwu came over, he and Zhang Song came to the door of the hospital, Zhang Junwu said: "Ma Baojun didn't come to the rescue, he died last night, but Ma Xiao is fine, in fact, it is redundant to rescue him, anyway, he will eat bullets in the future." ”

Zhang Song asked, "Fifth brother, did you talk to Ma Xiao?" ”

Zhang Junwu said: "After speaking, although Ma Xiao knew that Ma Baojun was dead, he was still very cooperative, after all, he didn't want his other son to even have a place to live." ”

Zhang Song was relieved, as long as Ma Xiao didn't have a problem, and Zhang Song believed that since Ma Xiao agreed, he would not retract his confession, anyway, he was a person who was going to die, and he left an inheritance for his only son, why not.

At noon, Chen Zhiyang and Lin Jiayi also came over, and they called Zhang Song and asked Zhang Song to pick them up at the entrance of the hospital.

"Why are you here?" Seeing them standing at the door of the hospital, Zhang Song was a little surprised, Zhang Song seemed to have never told them about it.

Chen Zhiyang said: "It was Jiayi who listened to Song Jia in the morning, by the way, how is Zhang Zihao, this kid?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay now." As he walked towards the ward, Zhang Song said.

Entering the ward, Zhang Zihao and Song Jia were watching TV, and when they saw Chen Zhiyang coming in, Zhang Zihao said, "Uncle Chen, why are you here?" ”

Chen Zhiyang said with a smile: "Come and see you, how is it?" ”

Zhang Zihao said: "It's nothing, it's just a little boring to lie here." ”

Chen Zhiyang said: "Bear with it for a few days, it will be good to remove the stitches in a few days, the most important thing now is to recuperate." ”

Zhang Zihao nodded: "Got it, Uncle Chen." ”

Sitting on a chair, Zhang Song asked Chen Zhiyang: "How is the business of the hot pot restaurant in the past few days?" ”

"It's okay, yesterday's operating income was more than 130,000, which was better than when it was eleven." When it comes to the business of hot pot restaurants, Chen Zhiyang is a little excited.

Zhang Song nodded: "As long as the business is good." ”

After sitting for a while, Chen Zhiyang and Lin Jiayi left.

Two days later, Zhang Bai also went home, and now Zhang Zihao's health has improved a lot, plus the sheep farm at home has just started to prepare, Zhang Bai has a lot of things to do, so he discussed it with Zhang Song and Peng Huiqin, and decided to let Peng Huiqin stay in Songjiang to take care of Zhang Zihao, and he went home to be busy with the sheep farm.

Zhang Song booked a train ticket for Zhang Bai a day in advance, and sent him to the train station the next day, and only after Zhang Bai entered the train station did Zhang Song drive back to the hospital.

After another five days, the wound on Zhang Zihao's body could be removed, Song Jia was a little scared and didn't dare to look at it, so she ran to the outside of the ward, although Peng Huiqin was also a little scared, but her son's wound was removed, she still insisted on watching in the ward, Zhang Song and Zhang Zihao were useless to persuade her.

Zhang Zihao had a total of seven wounds on his body, three on his abdomen, two on his chest, and two wounds on his arms.

These wounds, the most of them were stitched with more than a dozen stitches, and the least was stitched with five or six stitches, although the doctor's suturing skills were good, but they still left seven hideous scars on Zhang Zihao's body.

Seeing the scars on her son's body, Peng Huiqin left tears in distress, and Zhang Zihao kept comforting her beside her.

Zhang Song looked at the scars on Zhang Zihao's body, and his heart was quite uncomfortable, and at the same time, he could imagine the pain of Zhang Zihao's injury, and Zhang Song felt that his body was also a little painful, which made him feel empathetic.

"The healing effect is very good, it seems that the patient's body is quite healthy, and he will be fine in a few days, don't let the wound get water these days." After the stitches were removed, the doctor ordered.

Zhang Song nodded: "Got it, thank you, doctor, we can be discharged from the hospital today, right?" ”

"Yes, but I will come to the hospital in a few days to review the wound." The doctor commanded again.

"Yes, thank you, doctor."

After the doctor left, Zhang Zihao got dressed, Zhang Song first completed the discharge procedures for him, and then took Zhang Zihao home.

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