When there was a knock on the door of the living room, reporter Cai hurriedly ran out of the kitchen on the balcony. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

During the whole process, this workaholic woman showed great execution, trotted down, first served us a tea set, and then quickly came to the door, stretched out a hand, and slammed the door open.

Immediately afterwards, Reporter Cai bowed very respectfully to the people outside the door, and shouted in a polite tone: "Director Feng, you are here!"

Director Feng...... I immediately realized that this was not the forensic doctor who Cai Okra introduced in this "exorcism operation" and handled the corpse for us?

Following the title of reporter Cai, all of us here also stood up suddenly, and waited respectfully for the arrival of Director Feng one by one.

In the anticipation of everyone, a white-bearded old man walked in through the door.

This old "grandfather" looks about fifty years old, in good spirits, two white beards like rice cakes on his cheeks, giving people a sense of debauchery and uninhibited outside the frame, but he walks without dragging the mud and water, and the scenery is tighter.

Other than that, the old man impressed me the most. It is his pair of eyes, these eyes are not at all different from the average old man, or even ours, he does not have the sense of sluggishness that a person of that age should have, and on the contrary, the old man's eyes are black and bright, and they project an indescribable sharpness inside and out!

After the sharp grandfather swept our eyes over, he suddenly stopped at me.

Then, he leaked out a mouthful of white teeth that were also extremely inappropriate for his age, and smiled at me: "You are the owner of the hotel where the accident occurred, right? My name is Feng Dagang, and I am the director of the forensic office of the district court!"

The old man's eyes were sharp, like a knife stuck in my body, and when he opened his mouth, it was more like a bomb exploded in my ear.

People can see at a glance that I am the boss, which is enough to see the depth of the effort.

In the face of such a master, how dare I slack off, so I immediately stretched out my hand, grabbed the old gentleman's eagle-like arm and said, "Hello Director Feng, I am indeed the owner of the hotel......! How do you know I'm a restaurant owner?"

Hearing my question, the forensic doctor immediately smiled in response, and then gave me a rather speechless answer.

People actually said: "Isn't this simple? Small eyes, short hands come to wealth, you are generally the boss, the owner of the hotel who has been dissected by my hands...... If not fifty, there will be forty!

Director Feng's words instantly made me feel the urge to cry, but before I could cry, they frowned again, then let go of me and went straight to Zhao Haipeng.

Doctor Feng raised his eyebrows, walked into Zhao Haipeng's side, and then ignored it, and directly lifted Lao Zhao's right hand, looking up and down, back and forth, left and right, as if he had discovered some new world.

Just when all of us were puzzled, this Doctor Feng suddenly twisted his eyebrows, shook his head, and said to Zhao Haipeng: "This brother, have you ever been a soldier? You were injured in your right hand when you were a soldier? There are still bullets and other metal objects in your arm that have not been taken out?"

Doctor Feng's three questions made me and Lao Zhao completely dumbfounded, if I didn't know that he was a professional forensic doctor, I would have believed that this person could see through the eyes or have unique abilities such as unpredictable prophets.

And even if it is a forensic doctor, he can know so many things by looking at it, and he is too good to break some of them, such a skill...... It has to be how many people have been killed and how many corpses have been dissected before we can grasp it!

In response to this question, Zhao Haipeng's face showed the same dark color of surprise as mine, and it took him a long time before he nodded and replied to this Doctor Feng: "No...... That's right! I did have a wound in my right hand when I was a soldier! How do you know?"

After hearing this, Doctor Feng put down Zhao Haipeng's hand a little and told him: "Your sympathetic nerve is damaged, and you can't take out the bullet shrapnel, so your hand is starting to tremble! Tell your young man, I saw a lot of this disease during the self-defense and counterattack war in '79! You have to take out the things in your arm as soon as possible! Otherwise, you won't even be able to lift a chopstick in your hand after you are 40 years old!"

After listening to Doctor Feng's words, I, Cai Okra and Zhao Haipeng's faces were all covered at the same time, and I was stunned with indescribable surprise and horror.

Zhao Haipeng has an injury on his arm, which is something that Zhao Shuihe told me early in the morning. Later, because of this injury, I also replaced Zhao Haipeng in a fight and won the ancestral kitchen knife of the Hui family.

After that, Lao Zhao did not show any treatment due to injuries, and we naturally forgot about these problems.

And when this forensic doctor Feng mentioned it again, I and even Lao Zhao himself suddenly realized the seriousness of his wound.

And through Director Feng's mouth, I was stunned for the first time to know that the wound on Zhao Haipeng's hand turned out to be a gunshot wound, and he still can't take out bullets or shrapnel or other things.

Because of Dr. Feng's intentional or unintentional reminder, we focused our attention on Zhao Haipeng's old injury from our original expectations in an instant.

Can't wait, Cai Qiukui opened his mouth and asked Director Feng, "Director...... Is Lao Zhao's injury so serious? Can you take out the bullet for him? If you can, you can help more! I can't watch his hand fall away little by little!"

Looking at Cai Okra's eagerness, Director Feng shook his head helplessly and said, "I have taken the bullet and I am doing it, but it is for the dead man, this brother's illness...... I have to go to a regular hospital for treatment!"

Although Dr. Feng's words were harsh, they were to the point, so Cai Okra nodded helplessly after listening to it.

Unwillingly, Reporter Cai turned around and said to Zhao Haipeng: "Lao Zhao, don't worry, I know a lot of doctors, this injury ...... I'll take you to see it, you just can't do it with your hands...... And me, I'll be your right hand!"

Listening to Cai Okra's affectionate inner expression, we were all a little moved, not to mention Lao Zhao as a party.

However, in this regard, Lao Zhao still shook his head and said, "Don't ...... Worry about me!useless......

Speaking of this, Zhao Haipeng sighed and told us in detail: "My injuries were seen as early as when I was in the army, from the health team to the hospital, from the 884 hospital in the south to the 996 hospital in the north, all the doctors said ...... The bullet can't be taken out, and the hand that is taken out is useless. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Haipeng stretched out his hand, slightly brushed Cai Okra's face, and then said with a rare and unexpected affection: "Thank you...... But...... Not really!"

With Zhao Haipeng's words, my heart throbbed, and at the same time, I finally understood...... Why is Lao Zhao lukewarm to Reporter Cai!

He was afraid of affecting her!