The night passed quickly.

Birdsong sounded outside the window.

Liu Jianming opened his eyes and woke up.

Lay on her bedside all night, her spine aching.

He stood up and checked her condition, and found that everything was normal for the time being. But other than that, there was no sign of awakening.

As the saying goes, it is up to people to succeed, and he has done everything he has to do, and in the end, it depends on her whether she can get through this difficulty.

The door opened, and two nurses walked in with a cart. "I'm sorry sir, please stay away for a while, we have to do a routine check for her."

"Okay." Liu Jianming walked out as he said and closed the door by the way.

After going out, he first went to the bathroom and washed his face under the faucet to sober himself up a little.

When he raised his head, he found that he looked haggard in the mirror, and his appearance seemed to be changing imperceptibly, and it seemed to be a little of Andy's outline.

No, I won't really grow into Andy in the end, right? He touched his cheek with his hand, looked at himself carefully in the mirror, and found that in fact, it was just a place like Andy, and the overall appearance was still Mr. Chen.

No matter what, Liu Jianming thought to himself, whether the appearance is Mr. Chen or Andy, it doesn't matter, no matter whose appearance is important, it is himself.

Besides, if you grow into a handsome man, you won't be worse than Teacher Chen.

After tidying up, he looked in the mirror again, then walked out of the bathroom, walked through the hallway, walked out of the hospital lobby and walked out of the road, found a random breakfast shop and sat in.

"Boss, a cage of soup dumplings, a spicy soup." Liu Jianming took out a chopstick and shouted outside.

"Hey, okay!"

There was an answer from outside.

After a while, the steaming snow-white soup dumplings and a large bowl of sticky Hu spicy soup were brought to the table in front of him. "Slow down."

"Boss, one or two raw fried!"

"Okay."

After the boss went to greet the next table of guests, Liu Jianming began to deal with his own meal.

As the saying goes, people are iron and rice is steel, although the current situation is not very ideal, but it is far from reaching the point where you don't think about it, and how can you have the energy to meet more severe challenges if you don't eat or drink?

After eating, he paid the money, walked out of the door of the breakfast shop, stood on the side of the road, took out his mobile phone and called his old brother Sima Haotian.

"Hey, old horse, it's me. It's okay, it's okay. What can I do. I know, you can rest assured. I can take care of myself. ”

"No, no. No need for Ziwei to help. What the? Last night's shootout in the open sea, a boatload of people died, and the old guy's eldest son also died? Is there such a big deal? ”

"I don't know, I didn't do it, how can I have that much ability...... Old horse, don't wronged me, where do I dare to hide it from you...... Heck, don't worry, I'll tell you sooner or later if you can let you know. ”

"Alright, alright, so be it. Don't ask me anything else, in short, I'll do it for you. When the time comes, you can just come with Ziwei to get people. Okay, okay. That's it. ”

After hanging up the phone and putting away the phone, Liu Jianming went straight back to the hospital and returned to the intensive care ward to accompany Mena.

As soon as I opened the door, a few glances were cast inside—

There are many eight-faced Buddhas in so many eyes, there are Shaman, there are Shama, and there are two followers wearing masks and sunglasses who can't see clearly.

"Close the door." The eight-faced Buddha said that he sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his daughter's hand, and there was no joy or sorrow on his face.

Liu Jianming knew that this was the most terrifying expression of the eighth master.

With a clatter, he closed the door.

"Come here." The eighth master said.

Liu Jianming walked over with a hard head.

Except for Mena, who closed her eyes tightly on the bed, none of the wards had a friendly gaze.

"Say, what's going on?" The eighth master asked.

It seems that there is an invisible pressure pressing over, and I am a little out of breath.

Liu Jianming said: "I am still investigating the specific situation...... Last night, when we were trading, someone ate black, and the eldest brother was unfortunately killed, and Mena touched her head, and the tumor in her head ruptured......"

"Then why are you okay?" The eight-faced Buddha asked.

Liu Jianming opened his mouth and was about to say something.

But the eight-faced Buddha preemptively said, "Are you good? Awesome? Run away if you want? Are you greedy for life and afraid of death? Or do you have 10,000 reasons of your own? ”

"......" Liu Jianming stopped talking, he knew that it was useless to say anything at this time.

"Do you have a gun?" The eight-faced Buddha said as he looked at the attendant with sunglasses and a mask on the left.

The attendant shook his head.

"Do you have a gun?" He turned his gaze to the attendant on his right, who was also dressed in the same attire and asked.

The attendant shook his head as well.

"Do you have a gun?" He finally set his eyes on the faces of his two sons, Shaman and Shama.

Shaman shook his head, but Shama nodded.

"Give me the gun." The eight-faced Buddha said.

Shama hesitated, then took out an M1911 pistol from his arms, walked up to his father, held it in his hand but did not hand it over immediately, but asked, "Dad, what do you want a gun for?" He glanced at Liu Jianming, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Give it to me, and I promise not to shoot him with a single shot." The eight-faced Buddha swore an oath, and then stretched out his wrinkled hand to grab the gun.

Shama immediately retracted his gun. "Dad, this is the hospital, you can't do this. He's a probationary inspector of the NB (Narcotics Bureau), and if you kill him here, we're going to get into big trouble. ”

Sha Man also advised, "The third sister is still in the hospital......"

"Give it to me!" The eight-faced Buddha looks like a stubborn old man who is mentally ill, "I order you, give me the gun." ”

Shama didn't dare to give him the gun anymore.

"Bring it!" The eight-faced Buddha rushed directly to grab the gun.

Suddenly—

"No...... Don't ......" two faint female voices sounded in the room.

Liu Jianming pricked up his ears and listened twice, and the sound was gone, when he thought that he was hallucinating, he suddenly found that Mena on the bed had convulsions, and the electrocardiogram fluctuations on the bedside instrument were beating sharply, and he immediately shouted, "Call the doctor." ”

The eight-faced Buddha immediately stopped fighting with his son. Everyone looked at each other, and almost simultaneously noticed the anomaly of Menna on the bed.

Suddenly, everyone rushed out to call the doctor, and the nurse called the nurse, and a crisis was resolved in chaos.

……

The red light in the operating room went out again.

The doctor walked out of it with a tired face, followed by several nurses.

Several people who were fidgeting outside surrounded them together.

"Doctor, how's it going?"

"Doctor, is she alright?"

"Doctor ......"

"Oops, don't argue, don't argue." The doctor complained, "How can you do this? Have you considered the patient's feelings? ”

He said, "You are making a lot of noise in the hospital room, and I really doubt that you are her family." ”