Walking north along Seymour Road, there is a Spring Breeze Hotel not far from Taiping Garden, which is actually a love hotel for wild mandarin ducks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Dong Jintao, who was unbearable, had already thrown his vigilance of underground work out of the clouds, and followed the secret prostitute named "Ah Lian" to open a room in the Chunfeng Hotel.

The room was small, with only a bed, a table, and a chair, and there was a musty smell in the air. As soon as he entered the house, Dong Jintao first checked around, and after confirming that there was no problem in the house, he opened the curtains and peeked out.

"Ah Lian," who had filled her belly, also came to her senses at this moment -- in the war-torn years, it was becoming more and more difficult to do their business: all the foreigners could run, and the rich people had slipped away, the Japanese never gave money to prostitutes, and the gangsters had to collect protection money after they had finished prostituting -- she had not received any customers for several days, so she was hungry for a day. And today this fat man looks rich, at least a small boss of a gang, and if he can't get it right, he is a big fish engaged in smuggling, and she decides to do everything in her power to hang him - to get herself a long-term meal ticket, a long-term meal ticket that even prostitutes in those years dreamed of!

"Don't be so nervous, it's safe here. Your wife won't be able to find it! Ah Lian affectionately hugged Dong Jintao from behind.

Dong Jintao broke her hand, turned around and hugged her shoulders, and looked at her again: the small appearance is okay, although she is a little haggard, but her posture is passable, especially her chest is straight and her buttocks are big, and the feeling on the bed is naturally not bad. Although the appearance of "Ah Lian" cannot be compared with the She Man poem that he will never forget after only seeing one time, the coquettish energy on "Ah Lian" is enough to make him excited.

Ah Lian was thinking about using her first trick of picking up customers, "charming temptation", but Dong Jintao couldn't wait to pounce. Three times five divided by two, the clothes of the two have all been sacrificed. Then Dong Jintao used his tongue and teeth on Ah Lian's neck, shoulders and chest, which made Ah Lian feel pain.

There is no foreplay, and there are no other preparatory activities. Ah Lian didn't even have time to guide him, Dong Jintao had already started very roughly. His movements are a little clumsy, but absolutely violent.

What is this prostitution? It's just violence!

"Ah......h Tap ...... You're hurting me! Ah Lian begged softly.

She just realized she had guessed wrong. This person's wife is definitely not in Shanghai, or this person doesn't have a wife at all. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so, and his movements wouldn't be so rusty, as if he hadn't touched a woman for more than ten years.

Dong Jintao sneered "hehe", without the slightest intention of stopping, as if he had endless energy, and continued to do his own thing frantically wave after wave.

"This bed is small and hard, how can it compare to the big bed I sleep in at home!" Dong Jintao thought to himself, "It would be good if I got this woman back to work." After all, he hadn't thrown away the last bit of vigilance from his underground work, "No, it's too unsafe to do this." ”

"It's really stronger than foreigners!" Ah Lian admired, and then she stretched out her voice and moaned—this was not the professional bed cry of a prostitute, she was really satisfied.

This night, the guy on night duty downstairs was upset by the noise of the bed upstairs and didn't sleep well all night.

He scolded in Shanghai dialect: "It's really three, it's enough to do it all night!" Fortunately, there are no other customers in the store today, otherwise wouldn't it be a ruckus?! ”

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At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the "Operation" light in front of the operating room of Gabriel's Hospital was finally extinguished.

Captain Yoshino, who had been waiting for twelve hours, could not stop the rolling drowsiness and had fallen asleep on the bench at the door.

As soon as the door of the operating room opened, several doctors and nurses with tired faces pushed She Manshi out.

Captain Yoshino was awakened by the sound of the cart and jumped to his feet. In the dim light, he only vaguely saw the white sheet on She Manshi's head: "She's still dead!" An inexplicable sadness quickly welled up in his heart.

Gurion with a serious expression happened to come to him and wanted to say something, but he grabbed his placket: "What kind of doctor are you?" Why can't you save her? His hideous expression surprised the other party. However, Gurion soon calmed down, will the doctor still not see the family members of the patients who are making trouble? There was a subtle scorn in his blue eyes:

"She's alive!" His voice was quiet, but confident.

Yoshino rubbed his eyes vigorously, only to realize that he saw that it was She Manshi's feet covered with white sheets, and her head was at the other end of the bed, although it was also white, but it was not covered with white sheets.

"The level of ophthalmology in our hospital is very high, you can come and see it when you have time. Gratuitous! Dr. Häagen-Dazs, who was tall and lanky, seized the opportunity to mock Yoshino.

Yoshino let out a sigh of relief, not caring about the other party's sarcasm, nor realizing that this was the second time he had mistaken She Manshi for death today.

He eagerly approached She's sideways, only to see her head turned sideways - because She Manshi had cerebrospinal fluid otorrhoea, and the doctor performed a sequential drainage for her and inserted a drain in her left ear. Snow-white bandages wrapped in thick gauze wrapped around her head, revealing only a small slit in her eyes, nostrils, and mouth. Yoshino could vaguely see that her talking eyes were still closed—just in an instant, Li Shiqun had ruined that beautiful woman to what she was now! Yoshino's heart ached and he was extremely angry.

What he didn't know was that underneath the white sheets, She Manshi's body was covered with plasters, splints and bandages, and various tubes inserted.

"Sent to the intensive care unit for 72 hours of observation!" Dr. Gurion said to the nurse.

"Doctor, when will she wake up?" Yoshino asked anxiously.

"Wake up?" Gurion shook his gray-haired head, "She was badly wounded, although we stitched up all her wounds, connected all her broken bones, and stopped all the internal bleeding. But her brain was hit badly, and that's where the real thing really hurts! The probability of her surviving will not exceed 20%. Even if she doesn't die, she could be in a long-term coma from severe brain damage – that is, in a vegetative state. Even if she doesn't become a vegetative person, she will be left with sequelae such as amnesia, aphasia, epilepsy, etc......"

Yoshino was almost frozen by his cold words! He asked in a trembling voice, "What about ...... So when will she wake up...... Talk to me? ”

Dr. Gurion rolled his eyes in an incomprehensible manner: "If you're lucky...... There's a 1 in 100 chance that you'll be able to have a simple conversation with her after two months! ”

Dr. Gurion said that there was a 1 percent chance of good luck, and that Yoshino could have a simple conversation with Sheman two months later was of course nonsense.