This scene ended like this, and the special operations police officers didn't ask who the credit was, but just took the brothers in the car and left, leaving them to the police to deal with.

The so-called rushing to come, rushing to go, with a few lives, killing, is their means.

I have to say that there are more than a dozen containers in the warehouse, which are all loaded with various famous cars and sports cars, although the plates on them have been removed, but they can see at a glance. These are all small cars that were stolen this month, only this time, the robbed Ferrari has satellite positioning inside, plus the police have been paying attention to it, and they are all in one catch.

From the analysis of their modus operandi, it should be a cross-city and cross-provincial car, and the stolen cars are all transported to foreign countries for sale, and in addition to the cars, there are also many smuggled things.

Lin Xiafan's car, without scratches, is still so beautiful, after signing a few words, Lin Xiafan asked a police flower to help him drive back to the mountain village.

Because of Lin Xiafan's method of saving their colleagues, these police officers had a good impression of Lin Xiafan and personally helped Lin Xiafan drive back to the mountain village, while Lin Xiafan drove the Maserati away.

Originally, Lin Xiafan wanted to be with Ling Meng, but seeing that she was busy now, she was not free tonight, and she needed to follow up on the matter here. So Lin Xia sailed and drove his own sports car back to the mountain village!

In the hospital, three police officers were taken into the operating room, and if the doctors hadn't seen the bullet on the device with their own eyes, they really wouldn't have believed that the officers had just been shot.

Because of their so-called wounds, no, it should be said that there are no wounds, and under the ointment is a white and tender skin, and there is no wound at all except blood.

"Too, it's amazing, these herbal ointments are simply holy relics, you are so lucky, after a while, I will take out the bullet and then help you paste it, with these things, I believe that tomorrow you will be alive." The surgeon looked at the warhead displayed by the instrument and said. I thought to myself: "Fortunately, they brought a little back, and after a while, they will operate on the hand and study it carefully, this is a medicine for trauma, a great discovery in the century." ”

"Doctor, I feel the bullet stuck in the bone, will it be that when I take it out?" he said, feeling a bulge on his calf.

"Probably not, you can't walk limp now, so it should be fine to take it out, didn't the miracle doctor tell you?" said the doctor wearing a mask, holding a surgical knife in his hand.

"Divine doctor, that's a little hairy head, only about twenty-three years old. He said.

“......”

The operation was successful, with a knife down, and then a pair of forceps, to remove the bullets inside, and then these ointments with blood were applied to the wound. The bleeding was stopped immediately, and the wound was slowly closed, and there was no need for stitches at all, so that a few attending doctors were observing and making records.

"It's, it's so magical. Several doctors also cursed.

"Sir, how is it, do you feel anything uncomfortable?" the doctor asked the officer, who was lying on the operating table.

"I felt the wound itchy and cold. "The injured police officer, said to the doctor how he felt.

"This is normal, you can rest first, and I'll give your other colleague surgery." The doctor nodded.

"Oh!"

The dean, the deputy dean, all appeared, but instead of coming to see the wounded officers, they came to see these miraculous ointments. They want to know how these things came about, and if they had such things, the success rate of surgery would increase by more than 180 percent in the future.

"Let me ask you, is the other party a twenty-three-year-old who looks like he is twenty-three years old, one meter seven tall, medium-sized, and popular-looking......

"Yes, yes, that's what he gave me. The police officer who was lying on the top heard the words of the deputy dean, and kept nodding his head and said.

"It seems that you are really lucky to meet him!" said Deng Lao TCM stroked his mustache.

"Who is he?" The dean felt that his old colleague had many secrets hidden from him, especially when he followed up with several patients and found that the patients were no longer looking for him, so he was discharged from the hospital and secretly investigated. found that his old colleague took them out for a day or two, and when he came back, he packed up his things and left the hospital.

"He's a little fairy doctor, don't you want to ask, why I took those bosses out, I just took them to find this little fairy doctor, what heart disease, what serious stroke, what cancer, what vegetative person.

After taking the Chinese medicine prescribed by him, he can recover from any disease, but the fee is high, 10 million yuan per person. I like it, though, haha. Young man, you have a good rest, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning!" Deng Lao Chinese Medicine thought of Lin Xiafan's methods, smiled, and patted the injured police officer on the shoulder.

"......" the officer was speechless.

However, the dean was asking about this matter, and asked Deng Lao to take him to the so-called little immortal doctor to see if he could be dragged into the hospital to serve the people.

Serving the people? Deng Lao still owes him to think of it, didn't he just say that people will receive 10 million yuan at a time when they see a doctor, okay, don't talk about that. Let's just say that he brews wine, earning hundreds of millions of yuan every day, and he is also following him these days to make a little extra money.

Moreover, Deng Lao also knows Lin Xiafan, Lin Xiafan is absolutely kind to a small farmer, and he will not show his face to the hospital. Because he is now engaged in large-scale development in the countryside, and he is still building villas, but he is really happy to think that he and Lin Xiafan will be neighbors in the future, and if there is nothing to do in the future, he can run through the door.

"Old book, don't think about that, he won't come to the hospital to work, and we can also match the medicine in his hand, but there are one or two flavored medicines, which are not recorded in the Chinese medicine dictionary. I don't know where he got it, but we can bring patients to their homes, as long as we have the money. Deng Lao said to the dean of the book.

"Alas, why do young people nowadays just don't think about society, money, he's really a bullshit, money is a bastard. Dean Lao Shu scolded when he heard Deng Tou's words, scolding the young people today for lacking the concept of the country.

"Do you think that our generation, who has worked for the country all his life, and his monthly salary is so many thousand yuan, he can't keep up with the society at all, if it weren't for the state to allocate a house, I wouldn't be able to afford to live in a house. Deng Lao said that he thought of working for the country for decades.

In the seventies and eighties, 1,000 yuan a month was a high income, but under the period of social development and inflation, an income of 7,000 or 8,000 yuan was simply not enough for living expenses.

What's more, Lin Xiafan is just a small farmer, what he thinks in his heart is to farm, make money, live a good life, and get rid of small farmers.

Speaking of contributing to the society, now Lin Xiafan is to contribute to the society, grow so many delicious melons and vegetables, provide them to the residents to eat, brew delicious purple gas, and sell them to the rich.

It won't be long before some drugs for liver cancer and lung cancer will be on the market, as well as some chemical-free cosmetics on the market, etc., all of which contribute to society.

(Life is not easy, I have to go to the construction site early this morning to move bricks, just came back, and will be updated immediately, ask for rewards here, ask for recommendations, I hope I can get rid of the fate of moving bricks, and be a great god author or something.) Thank you, thank you for your support!)