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- "You can't do this, I will expose you." The bearded man grabbed Yang Zongbao and refused to let him go.
"Wang Di killed two people." Yang Zongbao looked back at the bearded man and said indifferently. People are like this, and everyone's moral concepts will loosen when their own interests are not involved.
"He may have important clues." The bearded man could only find reasons he could think of.
"I don't want him to waste time on him. Even if he does get some clues, it won't save him. Do you believe the words of a person who can kill innocent people indiscriminately? Besides, even if you can learn one or two Do you dare to investigate the clues?" Yang Zongbao asked the bearded man.
"Huh, I'll go by myself." The bearded man shook off Yang Zongbao's hand and ran back to the operating room. But the operating room was empty. The smiling fat man and Wang Di were gone.
Furious, the bearded man felt that he had been fooled and frantically looked for Yang Zongbao.
At this time, Yang Zongbao returned to the operating room where Qin Zijiang operated.
The operation has ended, leaving only a messy scene: blood-stained surgical drapes scattered everywhere, infusion tubes everywhere, and the PVC material floor is wet All of this means that an operation has just ended here. .
There was no death report. Yang Zongbao took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "Qin Fanqing can die."
"No" The bearded man finally came over and snatched Yang Zongbao's cell phone, but was disappointed to find that the cell phone was out of battery. Looking back at Yang Zongbao, he found that the circuit board of the cell phone was in his hand: "Let Qin Fanqing go."
"We agreed that we can only choose one. You have also made a choice, do you want to regret it?" Yang Zongbao tortured the bearded man like a devil in hell.
"But" The bearded man still wanted to defend.
"Your boss Qin is fine." Yang Zongbao lifted and loosened the bearded fingers one by one.
"Are you the god of death or a doctor? Can you decide other people's lives at will like this?" Only now did Big Beard realize that he didn't understand Yang Zongbao at all. He felt that he had no so-called human emotions at all and handled everything very rationally and coldly. cold.
"I only save patients." Yang Zongbao didn't want to waste words with the bearded man, so he turned around and left.
¡°If I tell your story, will you kill me?¡± The bearded man called from behind Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t look back, he just made a gesture.
"Shit" The bearded man punched the wall hard, feeling an unspeakable sense of frustration.
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After a tiring day, Yang Zongbao returned to the small yard near sunrise.
¡°You haven¡¯t slept yet?¡± As soon as Yang Zongbao entered the yard, he found a lonely figure of a boy in a wheelchair.
"No" The young man was finally able to relax. Jiang Song couldn't sleep a wink all night because Yang Zongbao didn't come back.
"Go in and sleep." Yang Zongbao pushed the wheelchair towards the dormitory.
"Uncle Luo came to see me today" After the boy entered the dormitory, he first moved his upper body to the bed, and then put his legs up. With a few simple movements, the clothes on the boy's back were soaked with sweat.
"What do you think?" Yang Zongbao was not surprised that someone could find him here.
"I, I think" Jiang Song hesitated.
"I know, you make your own decision. If you want to leave, I won't stop you. But your grandfather asked me to take care of you before he died. But if you leave voluntarily, I will not be disobeying the teacher's instructions."
"I know, but"
"Okay, I'll let the Japanese ghost prepare everything for you." Jiang Song didn't refute immediately, and Yang Zongbao knew the young man's true thoughts.
Jiang Song covered his head with a quilt and fell on the bed, feeling aggrieved. He didn't want to go back, but if he didn't go back, he would never have the chance to find out the truth behind his parents' murder. Others thought he was young and didn't understand anything, but just a few words could give him his own understanding of the whole thing, that is, his parents were murdered. Children's minds are the purest, and their guesses are often closest to the essence.
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t know what Jiang Song was hiding in his heart, but when he saw the quilt fluttering, he knew the boy was crying.
"It's your decision, why are you crying?" Yang Zongbao had no choice but to speak, otherwise the child might cry continuously for a period of time, and he wouldn't even think about resting.
"You just want to get rid of me and send me away." Jiang Song became unreasonable.
Yang Zongbao¡¯s head hurts, he is indeed a woman and a villain, and it is difficult to take care of him. It won't work to reason with your children: "You decide for yourself."
"that is because¡" Jiang Song suddenly stopped.
"Because you want revenge?" Yang Zongbao laughed at Jiang Song's self-righteousness.
"How did you know?" Jiang Song thought he had concealed it perfectly, but he didn't expect that Yang Zongbao would find out.
"I support what you want to do." Yang Zongbao said innocently, "So I won't stop your decision."
"You just think I'm a burden and want to get rid of me" Jiang Song suddenly became excited, lifted the quilt, sat up, and stared at Yang Zongbao with red eyes.
"" Yang Zongbao adjusted his sitting posture and looked at Jiang Song comfortably.
Seeing that Yang Zongbao did not comfort him, Jiang Song could only cry aggrievedly.
When the sun shines through the window onto Yang Zongbao¡¯s toes, Jiang Song¡¯s voice is almost hoarse.
Yang Zongbao poured him a glass of water.
Jiang Song took it with all his strength as if he was angry, and drank it all in one gulp.
"You can really cry." Yang Zongbao smiled a little, Jiang Song had a lot of talents.
"Are you laughing at me?" Jiang Song wiped his red and swollen eyes and cried for several hours, causing his sight to be somewhat obscured by his thick eyelids.
"Roger will pick you up later." Yang Zongbao didn't forget to drop a bombshell at this time.
"You" Jiang Song's tears were about to fall again: "Do you really want me to leave?"
"No. I have a lot of family members, and you are not too much. But if you follow me, you will be useless. Although your legs and feet are better now, you are still far from being able to walk freely, and it is impossible for me to take you with me." You want revenge, this is a good idea. I am not the kind of person who advocates repaying evil with kindness. You need pressure to grow up as a man. So I respect your idea and go to Roger. There. Your grandfather's students will find you soon, and you will grow up quickly. Or do you need me to take the knife?" Yang Zongbao asked.
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"I'm here to pick up Jiang Song." Roger was stopped by the Japanese ghost at the entrance of the courtyard.
"Why didn't I know?" Rigui had long disliked the bearded man, so he stopped him and refused to let him in.
"This is what your boss agreed to." Roger stepped onto the steps of the courtyard.
"I'm sorry, I didn't receive the notice." Seeing this, the Japanese ghost also kicked Roger on the ankle. Roger reacted quickly and retracted his foot: "You want to show off your move?"
"I have long disliked you." The Japanese ghost was not polite and waved his fist with his only arm.
Roger was not afraid, took a few steps back, rode left and right, and waited
When Yang Zongbao pushed Jiang Song out who was ready, he saw two men attacking each other.
"Luo" Jiang Songgang wanted to shout, but Yang Zongbao stopped him.
"Let's take a look first. What can we see?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Uncle Ghost is a bit" Jiang Song hesitated.
"What are some?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"It's a bit despicable." Jiang Song blushed.
"Yes, the Japanese ghost's methods are indeed a bit underhanded. But look at which of them has more money now?" Yang Zongbao said this but knew in his heart that the Japanese ghost would not be able to hold on for long. The Japanese ghost has no foundation in martial arts but has a lot of experience in escaping from death, so every move is precise and fatal. Roger, on the other hand, is strong in martial arts, but does not have as much actual combat experience as the Japanese ghost. It's like comparing a little hooligan to a martial arts master. A grandmaster may be fooled by a hooligan for a short time, but that's just because he hasn't found a way. Although the gap between the Japanese ghost and Roger is not as obvious as that between the gangster and the master, it is essentially the same. Now that the Japanese ghosts have not suffered a loss, Yang Zongbao does not intend to stop
"Okay." Yang Zongbao finally stopped shouting when the ghost was gone.
"You said you were here to pick up Jiang Song." This was the first time Yang Zongbao had seen Roger look so embarrassed.
"I said, take it away." Yang Zongbao let go of the handle of the wheelchair and took a few steps back.
"Humph." Roger stepped forward and took over the wheelchair.
"Wait" Yang Zongbao stopped Jiang Song and handed him a phone number: "Any time."
"Whenever." Jiang Song glanced at it and then ate the note with the phone number written on it.
Yang Zongbao looked at Jiang Song appreciatively and called the Japanese ghost into the yard.
"Songsong" Roger was obviously unhappy with Jiang Song's favorable impression of Yang Zongbao.
"Uncle Luo" Before Roger could finish speaking, Jiang Song immediately squeezed out tears and threw himself into Roger's arms
RogerJiang Song pretended to be a pitiful consensus and diverted his attention. He only thought that Jiang Song was the last lineage left by the chief
The warm scene outside the yard was seen by the Japanese ghost.
"Leaving?" Yang Zongbao was sitting under the grape tree without a leaf, waiting for the Japanese ghost.
"Let's go. I have a feeling that the boy won't be like this." Rigui admired Jiang Song's speed in reciting the Three-Character Sutra and his accuracy in articulation.
"Can you read faces?" Yang Zongbao said with a smile.
"Didn't I fall in love with the boss at first sight, and then I followed you wholeheartedly?" The Japanese ghost immediately got in front of Yang Zongbao and pretended to be his grandson.
"Boss." Ying Liang also came back, not surprised.
"Has it been processed?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Well, after he opened his mouth, I dealt with him." Yingying Liang said with a smile: "But there is only one name."
"Who?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Luo Zhen."
"Check." Yang Zongbao gave one word of command.
"Yes." Ying Liang immediately went out to do errands. - 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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