The Predator of the Beautiful President

Time passed, night fell, and the nightlife of provincial and city residents began. Major clubs, KTV, bars and other entertainment and leisure places are welcoming waves of guests.

In the provincial people's hospital, the atmosphere in Mr. Lu's ward is very dignified, because tonight, Sang Yuqing will replace grandfather to give Xia Dongyang the injection, and this time the injection is also the key to determining whether Xia Dongyang can stand up , It can even be said that it determines Xia Dongyang's fate for the second half of his life.

In this ward, if you want to say who cares most about Xia Dongyang and has the deepest affection, it is naturally Zhao Xueyan. Even with Mrs. Lu on the sidelines, Zhao Xueyan is still very worried. After all, the needle is in Sang Yuqing. In her hands, it is impossible for Mr. Lu to fully control it, and there are still too many variables. However, she has never shown a trace of worry, for fear of increasing the pressure on Sang Yuqing.

On the way here just now, Wu Er tried to dissuade Xia Dongyang several times, but in the end he held back. As a brother, since he couldn't be persuaded, he could only silently support him.

Of course, Xia Dongyang, who was lying on the hospital bed at this time, said that he was not worried. After all, if he lost his legs, he would have too many things he couldn't do. , let alone protect the person you want to protect.

Therefore, he kept admonishing and encouraging himself in his heart, Xia Dongyang, you have overcome so many difficulties over the years, you will definitely be able to overcome this time, definitely!
However, Sang Yuqing is the one who is most nervous. She is actually a doctor who has studied both Chinese and Western medicine, but after all, with the development of the times, she has put a lot more effort into Western medicine.

This kind of acupuncture is rarely used on weekdays, especially the acupuncture method taught by my grandfather, which is rarely used, but this time, I want to use this acupuncture method to heal Xia Dongyang. The most important thing is that if it fails, Xia Dongyang is afraid that it will be difficult. Now that she has a chance to stand up, it shows how much pressure she is under.

"Qing'er, keep calm, follow what grandpa taught you before, grandpa is right next to you, don't be nervous!" The old man couldn't see Sang Yuqing's nervousness, so he comforted him softly.

Sang Yuqing nodded, then took a deep breath, took the sterilized golden needle, and came to the bedside, the old man said to Wu Er and Kang Chenglin: "Cheng Lin, you and Mr. Wu wait outside first. Just wait, Miss Zhao just stay."

The old man is not confused yet, and it can be seen that Xia Dongyang and Zhao Xueyan have an unusual relationship. Zhao Xueyan's stay at this time is also conducive to interfering with Xia Dongyang's psychology.

"Okay, teacher." Kang Chenglin said and went out with Wu Er.

However, when Wu Er walked to the door, he still turned his head to look at Xia Dongyang and said, "Brother Xia, I'll wait outside for you to come out."

"Okay." Xia Dongyang nodded emphatically.

Sang Yuqing took the medical cotton wrapped in alcohol, and was about to wipe the acupuncture points on Xia Dongyang's legs, making the final preparations, and said, "Dongyang, are you ready?"

"Get ready, senior sister, don't worry about administering the needle!" Xia Dongyang controlled his emotions very well, making his tone extremely calm.

Sang Yuqing nodded, and then twisted the first needle. She also tried her best to behave naturally and calmly, so as not to make Xia Dongyang think too much in her heart.

The room fell into silence. As the needles pierced Xia Dongyang's acupuncture points one by one, fine beads of sweat appeared on Sang Yuqing's smooth forehead, because these eighteen needles, The further you go, the greater the test of the practitioner's energy and experience will be.

But the old man has never given any advice, because it is not the most critical time yet, he believes that Sang Yuqing can still handle it, and Zhao Xueyan is even more arrogant.

This kind of quietness made people extremely depressed, especially Wu Er and Kang Chenglin who were waiting at the door were very nervous. They paced back and forth at the door and almost bumped into each other several times.

If you want to say that the most calm ones are probably the only ones standing at the door, the two bodyguards of Sang Yuqing, they are like wooden stakes, standing there motionless, and they are even more unaffected by Wu Er's turning back and forth. Without the slightest influence, it was as if Wu Er and Wu Er were like air.

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In the middle of the night, the hospital looked extraordinarily gloomy and cold. Except for the occasional cries of children in the pediatric inpatient department, the rest of the building was already completely silent.

In the main monitoring room of the hospital, the security guard was already snoring on the single bed. After all, who would steal in this hospital? This job is the easiest.

But as the saying goes, if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts. No, a black shadow quietly used a card similar to a bank card to easily open the door of the old security room from the outside. There was a little noise, but the security guard sleeping soundly inside still didn't respond.

Hei Ying tiptoed to the bedside, took out a towel folded into a small cuboid, and covered the security guard's mouth and nose. The security guard passed out after taking a few breaths.

The black shadow came to the monitoring platform and turned off all the monitoring. Then, he took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message, which only said: "It's done!"

Following the sending of this WeChat message, eight men in black sweaters entered the hospital through the small door behind the hospital for transporting medical waste, went straight to the hospital where Mr. Lu's ward was located, and took the elevator up.

Six of them got off the elevator on the next floor of the old man's ward, and then went up the walking stairs. The other two continued to take the elevator up. They didn't know where they were going, but it seemed that they were not in the elevator. What kind of communication is obviously planned in advance.

Soon, the six people came to the stairwell on the floor of the old man's ward. They stopped in tacit understanding, and then they all took out a gun from the inner pocket of their clothes. The shape of the gun was quite weird, like a pistol , but there is an extra layer on the top, I don't know what it is for, but depending on the material, it should not be a real gun.

One of them, a man with a mustache, seemed to be the leader of the six people. He gestured to the other five people a few times, and three of them hid their pistols at the exit leading to the corridor. Mustache and the other two were lurking in the corner.

Outside the ward, Wu Er and Kang Chenglin were still anxiously walking back and forth. Wu Er was addicted to cigarettes, and wanted to go to the stairwell to smoke a cigarette several times, but he was afraid that he would miss something if he left. Hold back the craving for cigarettes.

However, how would he know that if he really came to smoke, he would immediately discover the existence of these six people.

In the ward, Sang Yuqing had already applied fifteen golden needles to Xia Dongyang. Because of her high concentration and nervousness, the clothes on her back were already soaked in sweat, and Xia Dongyang's needle application had also arrived. It's a critical moment.

"Senior Sister, take a break!" Xia Dongyang looked at Sang Yuqing's sweating profusely, and was very grateful and moved.

Zhao Xueyan took a tissue and helped Sang Yuqing wipe the sweat off her forehead. At this time, she would rather play the role of a servant.

But Sang Yuqing shook his head and said: "This formation is all about smooth flow and smooth flow. I'm already a bit late. If I rest again, once the time passes, I'm afraid that all previous efforts will be wasted. At that time, the meridians and meridians of your legs will be in vain. Acupuncture points will cause a lot of damage, and the last three needles, I can stick to it!"

As she spoke, she pricked No. 16 gold needles into Xia Dongyang's leg. In the dark night, no one noticed that from the window on the first floor, two figures were slowly sliding down the rope towards the window. It was the two people who hadn't gotten out of the elevator before.