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- "I won't let you get caught." In fact, Yang Zongbao didn't go there either, he was just squatting under the window.
¡°I caught you, you overestimated yourself.¡± In the blink of an eye, a stranger appeared in front of Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao looked at the stranger who appeared in front of him and said, "Long time no see."
"It won't take long, it will only take less than ten minutes. Please call Dr. Yang." The stranger waved his arm and said threateningly, with a tough attitude.
"That's it, okay thenhelp" Yang Zongbao stood up slowly and tentatively, and then shouted for help.
But how could a stranger call Yang Zongbao? A swordsman knocked Yang Zongbao unconscious.
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When Yang Zongbao woke up, he was so dizzy that it took him a long time to see his surroundings clearly. He probably angered the stranger when he was teasing him, so he was too harsh.
Looking around, the room is still a room and the bed is still a bed, but Yang Zongbao feels different from an ordinary hotel. After getting out of bed, I walked to the bedside and found that he was in the room on the fourth floor. Downstairs is a white courtyard with sporadic shade trees and fountains, and some elderly people are walking.
"Doctor Yang, the boss has invited you." The stranger seemed to have a sixth sense. He knew it as soon as Yang Zongbao woke up.
"But Yang Zongbao doesn't think that the other party has a sixth sense. For him, when something goes wrong, there must be a monster. I checked the room carefully because I suspected there was a camera.
¡°Humph¡¡± The stranger sneered, feeling amused by Yang Zongbao¡¯s appearance. Of course, he didn't need to install a camera. He was standing outside the door, and not a single movement in the room could escape his ears.
"Let's go." Sensing the stranger's ridicule, Yang Zongbao did nothing. He straightened his clothes and walked out of the room without caring.
After walking out of the room, I found that I didn¡¯t know where to go, so I could only stop and wait.
"Here, please" Although he looked down on Yang Zongbao in his heart, he still maintained his courtesy on the face.
Yang Zongbao followed the stranger. Instead of going downstairs, I went straight upstairs.
The further you go up, the fewer rooms there are and the fewer people there are.
Finally, the stranger took Yang Zongbao to the innermost room on the 6th floor.
"Go in." The stranger brought Yang Zongbao over and immediately stood aside, ignoring him.
Yang Zongbao looked around. Although the stranger didn't seem to care about him, he knew that he was definitely being noticed. As long as he ran away, a hawk catching a chicken would be staged. The stranger was no ordinary person, Yang Zongbao could feel this from the strength of his hands. There are two types of people who have kung fu. One kind can see it from the outside, and the enlarged muscles are strength; the other kind can't see it from the outside, but they have strong explosive power. Strange men fall into the latter category. Although the former type is bigger, it is basically the same as a normal person. The joints are still weak, and Yang Zongbao can still deal with it. However, the latter type is said to be dislocated even if the joints are trained to the extreme. Although I don¡¯t know how high this strange man¡¯s strength is, at least he¡¯s not muscular.
People had to lower their heads under the eaves, so Yang Zongbao opened the door.
In the room, an old man was facing Yang Zongbao.
"Hello." Yang Zongbao nodded and greeted politely.
"It's so hard to see you."
The old man spoke impolitely, but Yang Zongbao did not feel insulted, as if this was how the old man should speak.
"I'm sorry, because I don't know why you came to me, so"
"Stop talking, look at him." The old man stepped aside, revealing the boy on the bed behind him.
Yang Zongbao looked at the old man and walked over.
A boy about fourteen years old was sitting on the bed with a dull expression, facing out the window. Looking at this posture, Yang Zongbao knew that his legs and feet must be inconvenient.
"This is the medical record." The old man handed Yang Zongbao a medical record.
Yang Zongbao flipped through the pages casually: "No rehabilitation treatment?"
"He said he didn't feel anything." The old man explained beside him.
"Don't feel anything?" Yang Zongbao looked at the medical record carefully, then closed it without hesitation: "I'm not an expert in this field, please ask someone else."
"You refuse?" The old man was a little surprised.
"Yes, this is not my specialty. Besides, why do you have to find me? I think with your status as an old man, it is trivial to find a world-class doctor. Why did you waste so much effort to get me?"
"Do you know who I am?" Compared to Yang Zongbao's rejection, the old man was more concerned that Yang Zongbao knew his identity.
"I don't know, it's just that every word you say is like an order, let mePeople have to obey. So I think your status is definitely not low, and I can¡¯t guess anything else. "Yang Zongbao said honestly.
"To be honest, if you cure him, I can owe you a favor." The old man said.
"No, I can't cure this disease." Yang Zongbao still refused.
"You want to disobey me?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously, his patience almost lost. If it weren't for Monk Yang's strong recommendation, Yang Zongbao wouldn't even be qualified to appear in front of him. This is like a wealthy member of the Communist Party of China discussing a year's income with a beggar. It is not from the same world at all.
"I don't want to, I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do"
Yang Zongbao's refusal made the boy on the hospital bed react: "Why don't you treat me?"
The boy¡¯s voice was crisp, but a little hoarse. It was obvious that he hadn¡¯t spoken for a long time.
Yang Zongbao's eyes were attracted to the boy, and when he saw the thin chin, he frowned: "I see you're unhappy."
"You don't like me? Do you know who I am?"
It¡¯s this question again, Yang Zongbao seems to hear this topic all the time these days.
"I don't know, but you are only 14 years old. It is impossible for you to be qualified enough to recuperate here. It takes up such a large amount of resources and wastes medical conditions. And you resist treatment. You don't know the blessings in the midst of blessings. You want to face shame. ?"
"You" When the boy heard Yang Zongbao's scolding, his pale face turned red with excitement.
"What do you want to say? Are you paying to live here? Stop joking." Yang Zongbao sneered: "I don't want to treat you either. Look how your legs have shrunk." Yang Zongbao unexpectedly lifted the quilt. , revealing a pair of extremely atrophied legs.
The young man did not expect that Yang Zongbao could be so vicious and mercilessly expose his shortcomings to the public. He wanted to cover himself with the quilt in panic, but Yang Zongbao was faster than him and pulled the quilt to the ground.
The boy also fell off the bed because he snatched the quilt.
"Are you okay?" The strange man heard the movement in the room and rushed in. But was stopped by the old man. The old man shook his head at the man, and the man withdrew again. But the look he looked at Yang Zongbao before going out was not very friendly.
The young man sat on the ground, supporting the ground with his hands, lowering his head, his slender shoulders trembling, and his legs exposed to the air
"Do you want to die now?" Yang Zongbao squatted in front of the young man and asked.
Suddenly the young man raised his head, stared at Yang Zongbao and said, "You are using the provocation method and you want me to cooperate with the treatment?"
"Hehehehehehe"
Yang Zongbao smiled: "Why should I treat you?"
"I don't know, for money or for my grandpa to give you status." The young man's eyes were unexpectedly sharp.
"Money? I don't need it. I have more money than I can spend in my life, maybe more than your grandfather has. As for status? What status can you give me? I really don't know what I can ask for? And you are wrong too. One thing."
"What's the matter?" the young man asked.
¡°I don¡¯t want to treat you.¡± After Yang Zongbao said this, he stood up and prepared to walk out of the ward.
"Why?" the boy asked with his eyes.
"Because he is a waste." Yang Zongbao answered matter-of-factly.
The young man stayed on the ground, beating the ground hard with his fists. After a while, blood was seen on the fist.
The old man just watched from the side and did not step forward to help.
"You are really a waste now."
"Humph" The young man stubbornly refused to admit his mistake: "I am not good at treatment. I don't feel anything."
The old man also left the young man behind and left alone.
After leaving the room, he found Yang Zongbao still at the door: "You really have the heart to do that kind of thing to a child. But thanks to you, the child seems to be a little loose"
"Old man, you didn't mean it. What I just said is true, and I won't treat him." Yang Zongbao said with an innocent look.
"Then why are you still here?" The old man was also frightened by Yang Zongbao.
"Because he won't let me leave." Yang Zongbao pointed at the strange man and said.
"Humph" The strange man seemed very unhappy with Yang Zongbao now, and glanced at him, not wanting to look at him again.
"How do you want to treat him?" The old man was very calm.
"Let him beg me to treat him." Yang Zongbao showed no mercy at all this time.
"Please, I'm afraid it's impossible." The old man also felt that Yang Zongbao's request was a bit reluctant.
¡°If a patient has no will to recover, why should I save him?¡±
"Roger, take Dr. Yang down to rest." The old man looked at Yang Zongbao for a long time and suddenly said to the strange man.
"Yes." The man didn't disobey at all.
Yang Zongbao was taken back to the room on the fourth floor where he first woke up.
"have a good rest."
After saying this, the man left.
Yang Zongbao knew that the other party was dissatisfied with him, but he didn't explain how to eat. Was he going to starve to death?
I took a shower in the room, found a nightgown in the closet, barely covered my body, and started to go out to look for food.
¡°It¡¯s pretty much what Yang Zongbao imagined, this is a sanatorium. There are armed police guarding the door, which means that not ordinary people can come in to recuperate.
After wandering around for a long time, Yang Zongbao followed the smell and found the canteen.
The canteen is a buffet style with dishes for you to choose from. Yang Zongbao was a poor man with short ambitions. When he was brought here, he didn¡¯t have a penny in his pocket, so he could only say to the man in white clothes standing by: "Comrade, can I get credit?"
"It's free here." The staff in white clothes said with some contempt.
"Really?" Yang Zongbao completely ignored the eyes of others, picked up the plate, and began to add food and rice to himself.
It seems that after exercising for a long time, Yang Zongbao felt very hungry. He piled a plate full of food, occupied a side of the table, and started to feast.
At first, Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t attract anyone¡¯s attention in the cafeteria. But as Yang Zongbao ate, he gradually attracted everyone's attention. The reason is that Yang Zongbao eats not an ordinary amount, but a lot. There was a mountain of crabs in front of me, and I also had fried rice, vegetables and other things
"Doctor Yang, you really know how to eat." The old man touched Yang Zongbao's face. Yang Zongbao noticed that the cafeteria seemed much quieter than before. No, it's not much quieter, but it can be described as complete silence.
"Well, no money is needed here, just take care of yourself." Yang Zongbao didn't stop talking.
"Oh." The old man also started eating. But compared to Yang Zongbao, he was just eating cat food. - 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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