Xiao Yang called, and the doctors and nurses shouted in unison: "I want to listen." ”

"Giggle...... Xiaobai, this is the cry of the masses. Xiao Yang said with a smile.

The white hand has long thought of the rhetoric, "Comrades, this is the situation. Her name is Wei Li, she is the president of the District Construction Bank, a distant relative of mine, and she is my cousin in terms of seniority. When she heard that I was injured, she came to see me and made sure to stay and take care of me. I can't help it, so, that's why I caused your misunderstanding. ”

Xiao Yang asked again, "Do you believe it?" ”

"I don't believe it." Again, the word of the people.

The white hand can only smile bitterly, "Beautiful comrades, I am poor in donkey skills, how crooked you want, just think hard." ”

Xiao Yang said: "Please rest assured, Boss Bai, it's nothing serious, we just want to ask a few questions." ”

"When you ask, I know everything, and I have everything to say."

The head nurse asked, "Boss Bai, do you have a girlfriend?" ”

Bai Shou said: "This question, Doctor Xiao knows best. ”

Xiao Yang told Chen Lan's story, and now he is white, of course, he is single.

A nurse asked, "Boss Bai, do you want to find a girlfriend?" ”

"Yes, especially yes."

Another nurse asked, "Boss Bai, can you tell me about your criteria for finding a girlfriend?" ”

"Yes. 1. Shanghai hukou. Second, beautiful and lovely. 3. High school and above education. 4. 1.60m and above 1.60m. Fifth, the character should be good. Sixth, be filial to my mother. Seventh, be able to tolerate one of my big problems. ”

Two nurses asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Stretch out your left hand and spread out your left palm for everyone to see.

There is a white spot on the palm.

Bai Shou told the origin and experience of the white spot on his hand, as well as the story of the blind date later, etc., etc., etc.

"Do you understand? Do you still want to ask? I'm a disaster, and it's okay to be friends with me. If you want to enter my life, you must have a revolutionary spirit that is not afraid of difficulties and death. ”

As soon as the story of the white hand was revealed, the nurses were silent.

Whoever marries a white-handed person is unlucky, and who is willing to be unlucky.

The onlookers of the white hands were doused with a scoop of cold water.

Next, in addition to work, the nurses rarely bother the white hands again.

The white hand is happy and quiet.

But it's quiet during the day, but it's not quiet at night.

Wei Li came for several nights in a row, and it was still a two-step process, tossing white hands in the first half of the night, and letting white hands talk to her in the second half of the night.

White-handed became a night shifter, and I didn't have to sleep at night, so I had to catch up on sleep in the morning, and I played a yin and yang reversal, and time and space were confused.

His white hands were as tired as a grandson.

Because the afternoon is also busy, the company's people, friends and peers, as well as suppliers, as well as Party A's people, and district leaders...... There was an endless stream of people who came to visit, and they all had to be received in vain.

Before dinner that day, Willy called, her mother was sick, she was going to her mother's, and she had no time to take care of him these days.

White hands are like amnesty.

The heart said aunt, I thank you for taking care of me, if you don't take care of you, I will thank God and thank you.

Baishou called Xiao Yang and asked her to help buy dinner, and asked for half a sleeping pill.

Prepare for a beautiful night's sleep with white hands, and adjust the messy jet lag back.

Half a sleeping pill is actually not very useful.

slept until the second half of the night, and his white hands were awakened by urine.

When I went to the toilet and went back to bed, I just fell asleep and felt that something was wrong with my white hands.

The door was quietly pushed open, and then quietly shut, and a figure floated over to the bedside.

The white hand was not afraid, nor nervous, because the figure did not look like it was trying to hurt him.

The figure slowly lifted the quilt and climbed onto the hospital bed.

The white hand squinted and pretended to be asleep, not making any resistance.

About half an hour later, the figure got out of bed and left......

For three days in a row, something like this happened in a row.

Nothing happened in vain.

Fourth night.

The white hand went to bed early again, but when he slept until midnight, he woke up on time, and pretended to be asleep as always.

Honestly, the white hand is looking forward to the figure coming again.

That, every time it's crazy.

It's a good pleasure to be white-handed.

About one o'clock in the middle of the night, the door creaked softly.

The squeak was faint, but the white hand was sharp and could be heard clearly.

With a glance of his eyes, the expectation of white hands appeared, and the figure, wearing a white coat, flashed in.

White Hand smiled secretly, closed his eyes, and remained motionless, waiting for that enjoyment to begin.

But......

No, no, there is something that seems wrong.

The white hand thought for two or three seconds, and it was only two or three seconds.

Bang.

The crisp sound breaks the silence of the night.

Phew, phew.

Two more times.

Gunshots, yes, gunshots.

Shot in white hands.

The white hand's reaction was still a little slower, and when he realized that the figure that appeared tonight was not the same figure that had appeared three nights before, he was already in danger.

Thanks to the fact that the attacker was not an expert, he was still two meters away from the hospital bed, and he pulled the board machine in tension.

The first shot hit the white hand in the right thigh.

If this first shot is fired closely, aiming at the head of the white hand, the white hand will definitely die.

A white hand is a white hand, and a burst of spiciness on his legs made him calm in an instant.

And the white hand that calmed down was very terrifying, not only a fox, but also a vicious wolf.

Both the second and third shots hit the bed.

But the white hand was no longer on the bed, and he rolled over and fell to the floor.

Running away and counterattacking, there is definitely only one option now, and that is to fight back.

Or die in the counterattack, or survive in the counterattack.

The shoulder injury on the white hand has not yet healed, and the left hand is still unable to exert strength.

But he also has a right hand, and for a white hand, one right hand is enough.

There were two watermelons on the floor, and when my white hand and body hit the ground, I thought of these two watermelons.

These two watermelons are the weapons of the white hand.

By the time it landed, the first watermelon had already been thrown.

Two shots.

Bullets flew, one hitting the bedside table, the other grazing the scalp of the white hand, blood bursting out.

Pick up the second watermelon with one hand in your white hand.

The first watermelon just dangles and disrupts the other party.

The second watermelon is the weapon of counterattack.

The watermelon is like a landmine, and it pounces on the attacker with great speed.

With a snap, the watermelon hit the attacker in the face.

The watermelon is torn apart, and it really looks like an exploding landmine.

The attacker was caught off guard and immediately fell backwards.

In this way, he no longer had any chance.

The white hand let out a long howl.

With a long whistle, the white hand and right hand supported the edge of the bed, and his body flew into the air, smashing into the attacker on the other side of the bed.

The white-handed style of play, never the rules, never the reason, once the real fight, it is all poisonous tricks and ruthless moves.

The latter came first, and before the attacker could fall, the legs of the white hand had already smashed firmly into his body.

There were two clicks in quick succession.

There was a click, and the white hand kicked the attacker in the jaw with his left foot, and the jaw was shattered instantly.