"I thought it was some kind of powerful person, who dared to hurt my brother, it turned out to be you!"

Hearing this, Nie Yu turned his head to follow the sound, only to see a woman of about twenty-five or six grades, stepping on lotus steps, came to him.

Despite her excellent looks and sexy figure, her face was as pale as paper.

And her voice is weak, giving people a feeling of sickness and weakness.

Although it is only a look, the five senses of a person correspond to the five internal organs of the body.

Nie Yu saw that the woman had a congenital deficiency disease, because of this disease, and caused a series of illnesses, causing her legs to be long and short.

Although the woman deliberately covered it up, it could still be seen that her walking posture was quite strange.

This is exactly the scale in the woman's heart, and no one dares to touch it.

"It's pretty looking, but it's a little lame." Nie Yu said.

These words stabbed the woman in the chest like a sharp dagger.

The woman's face was pale, and her pink fists clenched and made a crunching sound.

Seeing that the woman was about to run wild, suddenly the door of the ward was pushed open again.

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and an anxious look on his face walked briskly into the ward.

Behind the middle-aged man was an old man.

The old man is about seventy years old, and the wrinkles on his face are like axes and chisels, which are shocking.

A pair of seemingly cloudy eyes, but when he saw Kang Youliang, who was lying in the ward and would die at any time, he became bright, as if he had seen a rare treasure.

"Old Zhao, do you think my son can still be saved?"

The middle-aged man asked with a nervous expression, his lips trembling.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Lao.

Zhao Lao didn't answer, he slowly came to Kang Youliang and skillfully checked Kang Youliang's physical condition.

"Dad, who is he! After checking for so long, he can't do it! The woman couldn't help but question.

The middle-aged man glared at the woman fiercely, lowered his voice, and said sharply: "Shut up, there is no disease that Zhao Lao can't cure in this world!" ”

Zhao Lao, whose full name is Zhao Desheng, not only won the highest achievement award in the medical field, but also shocked the entire medical community with his original Zhao's anesthesia powder.

Under the expectant gaze of the middle-aged man, Zhao Lao finally spoke: "The patient is unconscious, and occasionally has epileptic symptoms. ”

"Mr. Zhao, do you have any way?" The middle-aged man asked urgently.

Without waiting for Zhao Lao to speak, Kang Youliang, who was originally unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was crazy, and his hands were frantically tearing at each other's arms, as if his arms had been bitten by thousands of ants.

This crazy move made everyone stunned in place for an instant.

"What are you still doing in a daze, hold him down!"

Zhao Lao was the first to come back to his senses and shouted urgently.

The strong man couldn't care about Nie Yu and Jiang Shihan, and led someone to hold Kang Youliang's hands and feet.

"What's wrong with my son? How did he suddenly become like this? The beautiful woman looked at the dozens of scars on Kang Youliang's arms, oozing blood, her eyes were red and swollen, and she shouted in a lost voice.

"If you want to live, you must amputate your arms, otherwise when the virus spreads from your arms to your internal organs and brain, even if you go down to the earth, you won't be able to save it!" Zhao Desheng frowned and said with a serious expression.

Amputate both arms!

These four words were like a hammer, slamming heavily on the hearts of the Kang family, making it difficult for them to accept.