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- Continue to change the magazine, without saying a word, and empty the gun again.
At first, some people laughed at John for overestimating his abilities. But as John shot again and again without changing his expression, those mocking voices gradually weakened.
A total of 8 magazines were replaced.
The results on the screen were jaw-dropping.
20 bullets, 12 bullets with ten rings, 7 bullets with ten rings, and 1 bullet with nine rings.
When John wanted to continue changing the magazine, he was stopped by Li Yali: "Don't continue, your hand will be injured."
John obeyed and put down the gun.
¡°Don¡¯t give up, keep going.¡± A gray-haired man wearing a white fur cloak and carrying an oxygen bottle appeared under the crowd.
"" John was puzzled. The man didn't seem to be speaking English.
"Oh, I didn't make it clear? Or do you not understand Chinese? I think you look like a Chinese? Don't you?" The man's eyes were very long and big, and the muscles on his face were all tangled.
When he walked up to him, John realized that the other person was one and a half times his size: "No, I can understand." As soon as the words came out, John realized that it was even more comfortable than speaking English. John has always been speaking English from the moment he opened his eyes, but now he was suddenly exposed to Chinese, as if he was supposed to speak Chinese in the first place, so his consciousness was stunned.
"Okay, I see you have made rapid progress just now. Do you want to practice more?"
Although the white-haired man has silver hair, he does not look old. Instead, his muscles can burst out with strength at any time and his skin is firm.
"I'll accompany you." John felt keenly that the other party would not give up. Although his words were not intense, there was no hint of coercion in them. John felt that he was extremely nervous now and would get out of control if he was not careful, so he answered carefully.
"Okay." The man laughed again and again: "But dead targets are boring, let's use something alive." The man waved behind him.
The younger brother who was originally following behind picked up a few people who were tied together and then let them go. Needless to say, the person who was released ran towards the open space.
John did not hesitate and picked up the gun
After 20 rounds of bullets were fired, all those who escaped fell down.
Li Yali suddenly felt that John was a little strange. Suddenly I am not sure whether what I have done this year is right or wrong.
¡°Okay, okay, okay, come over and help me?¡± the white-haired man invited.
"No, I'm a doctor." John dropped the gun.
"Doctor?" The white-haired man smiled: "Doctors also kill people?"
"If I don't kill them, you will kill me." John had already seen that if he had hesitated just now, he would not be able to stay here and talk.
"Okay, doctor? Then tell me, what's wrong with me?" the white-haired man asked with a smile.
"Master Peng." Li Yali also thought it was ridiculous.
"Shut up." Mr. Peng didn't think Li Yali was a thing at all.
John said nothing.
The shooting range was quiet.
Master Peng stretched out his hand, and soon a follower handed him a pipe.
John saw that the pipe was very big and contained a lot of tobacco.
Master Peng took a few sips and asked, "Do you know what the disease is? If you don't know, you can go there by yourself without me telling you." Master Peng pointed outside and said.
¡°There is no cure for lung cancer.¡± John said in a cold voice.
"Oh?" Mr. Peng was a little surprised: "Why?"
"Your face is purple, your lips are black, and you smoke too much. Then I guessed it." John said honestly.
"There is no cure? What do you say?" Mr. Peng became interested.
"Well, if you can operate an operation, your chest will not be scarred." John had already noticed the other person's bare chest, which was very smooth.
"Okay, can you be saved? If I can be saved, I'll let you live, and I'll give you whatever you want." There was hope in Mr. Peng's words.
"No." Before John could finish his words, a gun was pointed at his head: "But, I can extend your life."
"How to extend it?" Master Peng signaled his men not to shoot yet.
"How long do you want to extend it?" John asked.
"Nonsense, of course the longer the better." Mr. Peng was unkind.
"It depends on the specific situation." John was extremely nervous. These words were all made by him casually. Fortunately, he was an expressionless person and was not easily seen through.
"Okay, come with me." Master Peng said.
"I am a doctor, you should come to my hospital. I want everything you haveinspection report. "John just wanted to get out.
"Huh? You are really brave." Mr. Peng was so excited that bubbles were popping in the oxygen tank.
"Well, it's up to you." John is really a dead pig who is not afraid of opening a bucket.
"Joseph, take them back." After looking at each other for a few seconds, Master Peng said to the person behind him.
When he came out of the shooting range, Li Yali was still very nervous. Although Joseph sent by Peng Ye followed him in a car, Li Yali finally regained his freedom of speech.
"Has your memory recovered?"
John was stunned by the question, but quickly replied: "No."
""
Li Yali originally wanted to explain, but seeing John¡¯s lack of interest, he let it go.
After returning to the hospital, not long after, Mr. Peng condescended to come.
"This is my examination." Mr. Peng disliked John's small hospital very much.
After observing it for a while, John said: "The problem is more responsible than I thought. You have metastasized to the entire lung, so other hospitals will not perform surgery on you."
"You mean you can do it?" Mr. Peng's huge body made the chair in the clinic creak.
"Why did it take so long today? I was here first. You can't jump in line." The door of the outpatient room was kicked open, and a man smelling of alcohol shouted at John.
"It's done." Mr. Peng said decisively.
"No." John stopped him.
"You order me?" Mr. Peng's narrow eyes narrowed, feeling very oppressive.
"You can't kill patients in my hospital." John didn't give in.
Mr. Peng paused for a moment, then waved.
Mr. Peng¡¯s men took the drunk man out. Then there was a gunshot.
People, kill them.
"I'm not in your hospital, so it doesn't matter if I kill people, right?" Mr. Peng played a clever trick and was very proud of it.
"" John didn't speak, and just continued to look through the test results. After a moment, he said: "Your cancer has metastasized, but it is limited to the chest. I have a method. Are you willing to try it?"
"Tell me about it?" Mr. Peng seemed to be talking about other people's affairs.
"Combined heart-lung transplantation."
"Combined heart-lung transplant?"
¡°That¡¯s right, just replace your heart and lungs.¡± John said after putting down the test results.
"Where's the danger?" Master Peng asked.
"Eighty percent will die on the operating table. Twenty percent will die after the operation." John replied.
"It's not a dead end, what else are you going to do?" Master Peng smiled.
"If you don't do it, you will die 100%. If you do it, a miracle may happen. It's your choice. I'll let you do it." John didn't know why he proposed this surgical plan. And the plan seemed to pop into my mind naturally.
"You want me to bet? Make arrangements for the funeral to go to the operating table? What if you tamper with the operating table? It could have been cured, but you deliberately said it couldn't be cured?" Mr. Peng didn't believe that John, a shabby doctor in a shabby hospital, could Cure his illness.
"Don't worry about this, I am a doctor. Now that I am on the operating table, I will do my best." John has a moral code that he abides by.
""
Mr. Peng puffed away at his pipe. When the entire clinic turned into a foggy garden, Mr. Peng slapped his hand on the table: "Okay, I've been gambling all my life, so I might as well gamble again. If a miracle happens, how long can I live?"
"Ten years."
"Okay, you will work with me to create a miracle. If I can't get off the operating table, you will die with me. So your chance of survival can also be described as a miracle." Master Peng dragged John into the water.
"Prepare for a week and provide me with some things." John wrote a list on the paper and handed it to Master Peng: "And arrange for me an operating room with tens of millions of laminar flow."
"Okay, one week." Master Peng and John agreed and went out.
It comes in a hurry and leaves in a hurry.
¡°But John knew that Master Peng would not evacuate all the people, and there must be someone watching the poor hospital at the door.
When John was the only one left in the clinic, John's hands began to shake. Because of the recoil of the gun or because of the killing? John couldn't tell the difference either. Raising his hands and placing them in front of his eyes, John seemed to smell the blood on his hands.
"Are you okay?" Li Yali saw John in a daze as soon as he entered the door. There is not even a single patient left in the hospital. In order for John to concentrate, Master Peng drove everyone away, leaving only 6 younger brothers to watch.??Them.
"" John had no reaction to Li Yali's words.
"What is the success rate of the surgery?"
"Zero." When the surgery was mentioned, John finally reacted.
"It's all my fault for dragging you into this, I will arrange for you to leave." Li Yali said his plan.
"No."
"What?" Hearing John's refusal, Li Yali thought he heard wrongly.
"I said no."
"Why?" Li Yali was very anxious now. The person who entrusted John to him did not say to kill him.
John retracted his hand and sighed: "I am a doctor, and I have no way to refuse the patients I already have."
"Even if it means death?" Li Yali was certain that if Master Peng died, John would not be alive. Master Peng's men will definitely beat John to death.
"Even if it means death." John said firmly: "Soldiers want to die on the battlefield, so the best place for me is the operating table. It is a worthy death. Besides, I may not die. There is always a one-in-a-thousand chance."
At this moment, Li Yali suddenly remembered what the man said to him. He is a Chinese doctor. He is a doctor with a fraternal and tolerant heart. His life can save the lives of many people. He is a person born for medicine. Although John has lost his memory now, he has not lost all the qualities the man mentioned.
"Have you recovered your memory?" Li Yali confirmed again.
"No, it was still blank before. What? Are you afraid that I will remember you?" John tried.
"No." Li Yali covered up his panic: "You will know later that these are all for your own good." After saying that, Li Yali was about to escape from the outpatient room.
When Li Yali left the door, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Why did you shoot those people without hesitation at that time?"
¡°The Lower East Side is smaller than you think, and I just happen to know those people.¡±
John¡¯s voice seemed to come from a distant place, erratic.
"I know." Of course Li Yali knew that those people had some damn reasons, and the most important thing was that they were not John's patients. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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