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Cen Zhuo came out of the sterile room and held up his arms for Zhu Yeliang to see: "Old Zhu, this HP is amazing!"

The wound was anti-inflammatory and hemostasis, tissue repair and biological suturing were carried out, leaving only a little allergic-like erythema.

Zhuiyeliang and Yao Huangyun separated.

"I want to take a set home." Cen Zhuo said.

"This thing is very expensive." Zhu Yeliang walked towards him.

"How expensive?"

"One set can buy a small hospital."

Cen Zhuo was surprised and turned his head: "I want to make one."

"HP?"

"Hospital," Cen Zhuo's eyes sparkled, "high-end products like HP are beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Zhuye coldly hurt him: "Can't you worry about something useful?"

Cen Zhuo pushed back: "You are too small, you don't understand people like us who do big things."

"I don't want to understand either."

Yao Huangyun looked at the backs of the two of them. One was hot-blooded and sharp, and the other was hidden, but like a magnet, the two poles of yin and yang were firmly attracted to each other, which was enviable.

Turning the corner, he sent them downstairs. Directly opposite the stairs, the door of the villa with the painting of flying music and dancing was pulled open by the younger brothers, and a man wearing the badge of the Dyeing Society walked in.

He is very tall, at least 1.9 meters, with black hair pulled back, and several years of old scars on his face. No need to guess, he is the leader of the Qingshan team, Daheitian Jiang Zongtao.

He stood at the bottom of the stairs, raised his eyebrows, and cast his sharp eyes past Yao Huangyun towards Zhu Yeliang, paused, and moved towards Cen Zhuo, then his eyes changed, and he raised his hand to touch his back, a typical action of drawing a gun.

Cen Zhuo was stunned, feeling uncomfortable with a gun in a long-distance car, he threw the gun on the car seat!

But Jiang Zongtao stopped halfway, hesitated for a while, winked at his younger brother and let them go out.

Zhu Yeliang turned up the cannon barrel, and the lights all over his body flickered on.

"Don't touch him!" Jiang Zongtao stretched out his hand with a very nervous expression, "As long as you don't hurt him, everything is negotiable!"

He was referring to Yao Huangyun.

"Zong Tao," Yao Huangyun wanted to go downstairs, "You misunderstood, they are friends..."

"Don't move!" A layer of cold sweat broke out on Jiang Zongtao's forehead, "They are a society in Shenyang called Jialantang. They robbed one of our carrier ships last week. He Feifei just came back with a front-mounted vine hook. Video, there is that person in it!"

He pointed at Cen Zhuo.

Yao Huangyun was stunned, and at the same time, Zhu Yeliang's hands wrapped around his neck silently.

"No!" Jiang Zongtao yelled, and then, as if begging, "Be gentle, he has no ability to resist." As if thinking of the access port on Yao Huangyun's head, he was eager to explain, "He is no longer a warrior, he has no bones, He's just an ordinary person, he doesn't pose any threat to you!"

Zhuyeliang was surprised that Jiang Zongtao cared so much about Maitreya in mother-of-pearl in the Lion Hall.

"What do you want, tell me." Jiang Zongtao raised his hands in surrender.

Yao Huangyun leaned back and said in a voice that only Zhu Yeliang could hear: "He and He Feihua don't get along."

Infighting?It is worth using to cool down the CPU every night.

He put his arms around Yao Huangyun's neck and pretended to use force: "You lied to me."

"No!" Jiang Zongtao stared at his iron hand, "Absolutely not!"

Zhu Yeliang sneered: "Do you think I don't know him, how could Maitreya, the mother-of-pearl of Suzaku Hall, have no ability to resist!"

"The mother-of-pearl Maitreya has been wiped out!" Jiang Zongtao yelled, "The bones of the four halls in the east, west, and west of the Lion Hall, except for the swallowing knife, are all in pieces!"

Zhu Yeliang was shocked, and looked at Yao Huangyun in disbelief. The man lowered his eyes, it wasn't that he was in pain, he had been in pain a long time ago, and now he was only numb and silently nostalgic for the glory of the past.

"Okay." Zhui Yeliang let him go and walked down the stairs.

Jiang Zongtao was like a beast with teeth and claws, ready to pounce on him at any time, Zhu Yeliang bent down: "We want He Feifan's life."

There was something in Jiang Zongtao's eyes, it was gorgeous and dangerous, it was killing intent.

He relaxed a little, but still aimed at the stairs: "Just because you are a small society outside the pass, do you want to eat the Chaoyang group?"

"No," Zhui Yeliang's metal helmet almost touched his forehead, "We only want He Feifei to die, and Chaoyang Group you take it."

Jiang Zongtao was silent.

"Can you cooperate, Team Leader Jiang?"

Jiang Zongtao stared at his optical eyepiece: "Let me go," then whispered, "The door is not safe, let's talk on the second floor."

Zhuyeliang straightened up, walked back to the stairs, grabbed Yao Huangyun by the neck, and dragged him to the second floor. Jiang Zongtao glanced around and quickly followed.

There is a confidential meeting room on the second floor. The walls are made of bulletproof steel plates. The walls and ceiling are all soundproofed. A signal jammer is installed, so the outside cannot be monitored.

The two parties sat down on the sofa. Jiang Zongtao first checked Yao Huangyun's neck. Yao Huangyun tilted his head, looking like he wanted anything he wanted.

Zhui Yeliang looked at them without urging them.

"...Does it hurt?" Jiang Zongtao whispered.

Yao Huangyun shook his head coldly.

Jiang Zongtao let him go and faced Zhu Yeliang, the scar on his face made him look imposing: "Speak."

"He Feifan," Cen Zhuo said, "I want his life."

"Cen Zhuo," Jiang Zongtao lit a cigarette and looked at him from the curling smoke, "The president of Jialan Hall."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Cen Zhuo raised his legs.

"Is the swallowing knife in your hands?" Jiang Zongtao asked.

Hearing this name, Yao Huangyun glanced at Cen Zhuo, as if glancing at a ray of hope.

"Yes," Cen Zhuo didn't hide anything, "it's in Beifu."

Jiang Zongtao nodded and extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray: "Sorry, your chips are too small, I can't cooperate."

Cen Zhuo was anxious: "What do you want?"

"Since it's a cooperation, the strengths of the two parties are equal," Jiang Zongtao spread his hands, "There are a few of you, plus a life-swallowing knife without a controller, why should I bet on you?"

After all, a big Buddha like Jiang Zongtao can't look down on the small temple of Jialantang.

"If the one who cooperates with you..." Cen Zhuo lowered his legs and leaned towards him, "Is it the guardian of the peony lion?"

Yao Huangyun was stunned.

Jiang Zongtao smiled: "Who, you?"

Cen Zhuo laughed along with him: "He Feifan didn't report it? No. 88 clearly knew about it," he knocked on the table provocatively, "Why do you think we, a small society outside the customs, took down the Chiguo Tianwang and snatched more than 200 pieces of equipment?" Type private skeleton?"

Jiang Zongtao watched Da Lan's video and knew their strength: "After the Lion Hall was destroyed, there have been countless club leaders known as Peony Lions. Some of them are dead, some are disabled, and they are nothing to look at."

He doesn't believe it.

Cen Zhuo watched him stand up, and took Yao Huangyun's hand: "You guys stay with me for two days, and leave after resting."

The door of the meeting room opened and closed, the room was silent, Cen Zhuo leaned back on the sofa dejectedly, the silent Zhu Yeliang next to him made him a little embarrassed: "Hey, why don't you make a sound?"

"what do you want me to say?"

"Anything is fine," Cen Zhuo kicked his feet under the table, "it's fine to scold them."

"Why are you so owed?" Zhuyeliang stood up and avoided him, "Jiang Zongtao is right, you are not the ruler of the peony lion."

"Is it that important?" Cen Zhuo asked him instead.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and a younger brother came in and said that the team leader had prepared a room and invited them to rest.

The room is on the third floor, a guest room, more luxurious than Cen Zhuo's bedroom in Shenyang, with velvet curtains, floor-to-ceiling windows, and walls spliced ​​with holographic projection screens. Just snap your fingers and the whole room will become a mirror.

Cen Zhuo came out naked after taking a bath, and the peonies all over his body were steamed by the hot water, making them more colorful.

"I said, can you pay attention?" Zhu Yeliang asked him.

"Ah?" Cen Zhuo touched the scar on his stomach, and it was basically healed, "Didn't you see it earlier, what a hypocrisy."

"Would my eyesight be the same then as it is now?"

Cen Zhuo snapped his fingers, coquettishly admiring his figure on the mirror wall: "How to say?"

Zhui Yeliang pointed to his "eyes": "Three sets of visual calibration systems, color, precision, and depth, all exceed the human eye. As long as I think, I can see every pore on your body."

Cen Zhuo disgusted him: "I show you such beautiful pores, are you still at a loss?"

Zhuyeliang snorted coldly: "I just don't want to be blind."

Cen Zhuopi returned to the skin, and obediently put on his clothes, poured himself a glass of wine, and lay on the bed: "Hey, I think Jiang Zongtao is thinking about it."

Zhu Yeliang agreed: "He's lukewarm, it's just negotiating skills."

"If we can really form an alliance with him..."

"Cen Zhuo, we have to think about what we want now."

Cen Zhuo suddenly turned over and looked at him.

"Is it just for He Feifei to die? We came to Beifu hundreds of kilometers away, is that the only request?"

Cen Zhuo licked his lips and narrowed his eyes.

"Take Beifu," Zhuyeliang said, "We want to insert the flag of Jialan Hall into Lianyun Pass!"

Two hours ago, outside the aseptic room, he was standing with Yao Huangyun, and he asked him: Zuo Shiya, is he in Beifu, right?

Yao Huangyun replied: "Yes, it's in the yard of the head of Beifu Hall."

"Take Beifu," Zhuyeliang repeated, "let everyone know the name of Jialantang!"

The wine seemed to be on fire. In his stomach, in his blood, and in his boiling mind, Cen Zhuo even breathed hot: "Beifu...is it possible?"

"Is the Chiguo Tianwang possible," Zhu Yeliang provoked him a little bit, "but you did it."

Cen Zhuo looked at him, his heart pounding like it was about to jump out of his chest.

"There is me," Zhu Yeliang said softly, "You have me."

Cen Zhuo felt hot, so hot that he was going to explode.

Zhui Yeliang said, "Ding Dong."

Ding Dong, this is a spell, and Cen Zhuo nodded without hesitation.

On the other side, Jiang Zongtao and Yao Huangyun took the small elevator to the fifth floor, retro jazz music, gorgeous metal cabinets, and two quiet, seemingly invisible breaths.

Jiang Zongtao stretched out a finger and touched the small mole. Yao Huangyun didn't hide, but his eyelashes trembled.

When the elevator arrived, Yao Huangyun stepped out quickly. Jiang Zongtao chased him and hugged him in the corridor: "You scared me to death just now, you know that!"

Yao Huangyun leaned on his shoulder, neither speaking nor showing any expression.

"They said you went out without eating dinner?" Jiang Zongtao held his waist and stroked him up and down, "Where did you go?"

Yao Huangyun felt sick to his stomach, especially this night.

"You know, if you disappear, I will turn the whole Beifu upside down."

Is it sweet talk, or a threat?Yao Huangyun avoided his breath and begged, "Don't be here..."

Jiang Zongtao pushed him into the room, the weight was checked, the crystal chandelier was lit up, and the huge double bedroom was resplendent and resplendent.

"Go take a bath." Jiang Zongtao let go.

Yao Huangyun lowered his head and walked into the bathroom submissively.

He took off his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. He was 24 years old, and he had one year left... No, he had nothing, no bones, no future, and was raised at home by Jiang Zongtao like a woman, and he was ashamed to mention those four A word, Maitreya in mother-of-pearl, his best years, the youth he will never get back.

The door opened, and Jiang Zongtao walked in, standing behind him through the thin mist: "What are you thinking about?"

There was an extra face in the mirror, calm, domineering, and even a little scary, but Yao Huangyun knew that he had a gentleness that others couldn't see, and he was so entangled in his bones that he hated him and wanted to kill him.

"Leave me alone at the beginning... just fine."

"If the president had killed you at that time," Jiang Zongtao hugged him from behind, "I would regret it for the rest of my life."

Yao Huangyun trembled in his arms: "Without me, you would have been the branch chief long ago."

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Zongtao kissed his shoulder, "I will never forget your appearance on the battlefield, the mother-of-pearl-like armor, the kingfisher-like figure, and the rainbow-like long sword..."

Yao Huangyun didn't want him to continue: "Maitreya in mother-of-pearl is gone."

Jiang Zongtao asked him: "Then what is this in my heart?"

Yes, that's it, the sweetness and sweet words, driving him crazy: "It's just a phantom!"

But I said in my heart, even if it is a phantom, let that glory exist in an hour, to be looked up to, admired, and repeatedly described.

Jiang Zongtao held his shoulders. On the back was Maitreya with hairpin flowers. He had a magnificent face, two hands in seals, and jewels all over his body. He was the Maitreya Bodhisattva who belonged only to him.

"Cen Zhuo said he is a peony lion, what do you think?"

"No one has ever seen the rider of the peony lion."

"What about the sound?"

Yao Huangyun recalled: "He seldom spoke, and always stood behind Bai Ruer, as quiet as a shadow."

"Can the age match? Cen Zhuo is not too old."

"It's hard to say, after all, there are a lot of genius controllers in their teens."

He is himself, at the age of 15 he manipulated Maitreya with mother-of-pearl, and followed Bai Ruer across the world, "If the peony lion is still in this world, your dyeing society will be in a state of panic all day long."

Jiang Zongtao didn't say anything, he held his ribs with one hand, and pressed his waist and eyes with the other. There was an old injury there. As soon as he tried hard, Yao Huangyun held onto the mirror, and couldn't suppress his hum.

"Comfortable?"

He knows it!Yao Huangyun bit his lip.

"I don't care about peony lions or dye clubs," Jiang Zongtao's palms were hot, "I just want the Qingshan group to protect you."

Chapter 15 Chaoyang Group┃The white and thin collarbone is exposed from the collar, which doesn't look like a man at all.

There is only one hospital in Beifu, which is within the sphere of influence of the Chaoyang Group. It occupies a large area. Before the war, it was the second hospital in the city. After the war, with the reduction of medical personnel and medical equipment, the area used has been shrinking. Now it is only in the northeast and southeast. Two areas are still receiving patients.

At the entrance of the hospital, Yuan Zhen stopped Gao Xiu: "Don't go in."

Gao Xiu looked at Jia Xibei: "Can you two do it?"

"It doesn't take so many people to take care of the patients," Yuan Zhen was very cautious. "After all, this is the territory of the Chaoyang Group. You should maneuver outside the hospital."

When they parted, Gao Xiu and Cen Zhuo made an agreement to meet at the intersection of the main roads in the suburbs at 07:30 every night to exchange information and arrange the next move.

Gao Xiu nodded, put his arms around him, and whispered, "Don't bully him."

He was referring to Jia Xibei, Yuan Zhen rolled her eyes and pushed him away.

Gao Xiu waved to Jia Xibei, and the kid walked over with twists and turns, and obediently called, "Brother Xiu."

Gao Xiu rubbed his head: "I won't go in, you follow Yuan Zhen these two days, is it okay?"

Jia Xibei looked at him reluctantly.

"Don't be like a little girl, just see a doctor, what can happen."

Jia Xibei rubbed his eyes and nodded, about to cry.

"What are you doing?" Gao Xiu held his small shoulders, "Like a man, be smart."

"Well," Jia Xibei sucked on his red nose, "Brother, I'll wait for you, come quickly."

Gao Xiu made his eye circles a little red, and smiled: "Okay, let's go."

Jia Xibei twisted his little buttocks, and Yuan Zhen lifted the rescue capsule, and walked into the gate of the Second North Hospital with some difficulty.

It was so late, and the hospital was still crowded with people. The entire hall on the first floor was full of patients, some were coughing, and some had wounds that had eroded and turned black. They were just lying on the bedding, staring half dead at the ceiling.

Jia Xibei was afraid, and stepped over the crowd tremblingly, probably because it was night, and there was no one at the reception window, so they put the rescue capsule under the window and occupied the seats.

It's just the two of them, and Jia Xibei is very cramped.

He was afraid of Yuanzhen, and he could still vividly remember the vicious look when he beat him up. He secretly glanced at him, tall and straight, with vigilant and even cruel eyes. To be honest, he envied him again.

"These people... are all waiting for a doctor?" Jia Xibei leaned against the wall and squatted down with his knees hugged.

Yuan Zhen ignored him, and glanced at the group of insect-like people, waiting for a doctor?Why don't you come to line up, and look at some people, as if they have been lying here for a long time: "Hey, you stay here, I'll go and look around."

Wanting to be left alone, Jassy Beiteng stood up: "Zhen, Brother Zhen!"

This is the first time Yuanzhen is needed by someone so much, she feels weird: "Why?"

Jia Xibei was embarrassed to say that he was afraid, so he lowered his head and said, "Hurry up, come back quickly."

Yuan Zhen annoyed him the most: "Yeah."

Sure enough, only two areas of the huge hospital are open. They are in the northeast corner, and an electronic cordon is pulled in the southeast corner. There is a logo of the dyeing society at the entrance. Yuan Zhenchai may be dedicated to serving members of the society.

Back in the reception hall, Jia Xibei had already fallen asleep lying on the rescue cabin, with small arms and legs, and a white and thin collarbone exposed in the collar, he did not look like a man at all.

Yuan Zhen couldn't explain the irritability in her heart, so she went to the other side of the rescue cabin, put her hand on the gun handle under her coat, leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.

This time I slept very deeply, and when I opened my eyes, it was already dawn. Jia Xibei woke up earlier than him, and leaned on the reception window with her round buttocks: "... Girl, it's been more than a week, almost two weeks... we rich!"

Yuan Zhen stood up, took out his pocket, and there was a man in his 30s in the window, with the dyeing club badge pinned on his chest, he was a member of the club.

Looking at those people lying on the ground, they were still lingering and had no intention of queuing.

The man said: "She was injured so badly, it can't be solved with tens of thousands of dollars, at least..."

Yuan Zhen took a picture of a glass bottle in front of him. The body of the bottle had been treated to prevent radiation, and it contained several silver-white metal balls, which were cobalt necessary for making bones.

The man stopped talking nonsense, pressed the green button on the console, and told Jia Xibei: "Just wait, the doctor will be here soon."

Jia Xibei breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Yuan Zhen with eyes like a pair of little white rabbits. Yuan Zhen was not a high-level cultivator, so she would not gently touch his head.

The doctor came quickly, wearing a white coat, also wearing the badge of the dyeing society on the left chest, and behind him was a low-level skeleton with a gun and live ammunition.

Before Jia Xibei could pass by, all the living corpses on the ground came back to life, swarming up and surrounded the doctor, shouting heartbreakingly: "Show us, doctor! It's been three months, and it's about to die!" Already!"

Jia Xibei was stunned. The scene frightened him to step back, holding him with a hand on his waist, it was Yuan Zhen.

"What's the use of grabbing me if I don't have money!" The doctor shouted in the crowd, "Go away if you don't have money!"

The desperate patients couldn't just give up like this. They begged one after another, and knelt down in groups. Suddenly, a series of gunshots were fired, and the skeleton raised the machine gun towards the ceiling, and the crowd fell silent.

The doctor pushed them aside and came out, shouting angrily, "Where is that doctor!"

Jia Xibei immediately raised his hand: "I, we!"

The doctor first saw Yuan Zhen with a somewhat wary look, then saw Jia Xibei and relaxed: "The patient is in the cabin? Defrost and show me."

Jia Xibei hurriedly defrosted the rescue cabin, and Yuan Zhen introduced the condition: "24 years old, hit a bomb, the right leg is better, and the left leg is gone."

As the frost melted, Jin Shui's severely damaged body was exposed little by little. She was naked, and Jia Xibei stretched out her small hands with a blushing face, covering her sensitive parts one by one.

It was childish, but with innocent kindness, the doctor smiled: "Your sister?"

Jassie shook his head foolishly.

"My sister," Yuan Zhen said, "this kid is serving you."

The doctor had no doubts at all, and looked at the wound through the glass cover: "It's a neutron bomb, the wound has no secondary pollution, the cabin was entered in time, and the maintenance is good. Are the lower limbs still there?"

"Gone."

The doctor nodded: "It will be a debridement operation, and it will be cut a little higher to prepare a prosthetic."

Yuan Zhen was expressionless, but Jia Xibei's eyes were wet.

"Come with me," the doctor patted his head, "he's going to be hospitalized now, and the emergency capsule is thawed, and he can be operated on at any time."

Jia Xibei followed him with small steps, choked up and said, "Thank you, thank you doctor!"

Yuan Zhen became annoyed when he saw him doing a little crouching, and asked him to carry the rescue cabin upstairs together, staring at his twisting little buttocks, suddenly wanted to pinch him.

The wards were on the third floor, and most of them were empty, but they were crammed into a ten-person room, which happened to be full. The bed was next to the north window, and the early spring wind blew past.

It took five to six hours for the rescue capsule to completely thaw. Jia Xibei took out the compressed food in the backpack, picked and picked for a long time, and gave Yuan Zhen a handful.

Yuan Zhen saw that the few packages he picked were all soybean products, no corn.

He hates corn, Jia Xibei found out, this sissy is really careful, he thought, no wonder Gao Xiu has been protecting him.

He kept silent, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth, while Jia Xibei washed his hands with water, moved a small bench and sat on the side of the cabin, paying attention to the defrosting state while chewing slowly.

"Hey, you..." Yuan Zhen wanted to hurt his little girl's way of eating, but Jia Xibei immediately stood up like a rabbit with pricked ears, and looked at him nervously.

He was afraid of him, Yuan Zhen saw it, and then became a little irritable.

They drew the curtains around the bed, and at this moment the curtains moved, and a small face came in, it was a child of eleven or twelve years old.

Yuan Zhen's first reaction was to touch the gun, but Jia Xibei looked at the child dully, then took out his backpack, took out a bag of food and handed it to him.

The boy shook his head: "I'm full."

full?Yuan Zhen doubted his words. In this world, the emperor dare not say that he is full: "What did you eat?"

"Rice porridge, vegetable paste, a piece of apple, and peanuts."

After the war, there was a shortage of food. Fortunately, apples were available, and senior cadres of social organizations had a small supply, but Yuan Zhen hadn’t seen peanuts for at least three or five years.

"What's your name?" Jia Xibei asked.

"Ah Lai," said the child.

Yuan Zhen frowned, looked him up and down: "Where did you get hurt?"

"I'm not injured," Alai stared at what he ate, showing an expression of unbearable pain, "They said I was malnourished and asked me to take care of my body here."

"who are they?"

"Doctor," Alai looked at Jinshui's rescue cabin curiously, "and the brothers from the club."

Yuan Zhen opened the curtain, and there were also children like this in the other beds. They were a little older than Alai, but they all had ruddy complexions, and they didn't look like they were sick or injured.

"What about your family?"

"I don't have a home," Alai said directly, even numbly, "I used to live on the street."

It's a waif.

Jia Xibei felt sour. Like him, this child lost his parents at a young age: "You are so lucky." Thinking of all the hardships he has suffered, his eyes turned red, "Ranshe has treated you very well."

Yuan Zhen glanced at him and said nothing.

After eating and resting for a while, the rescue cabin was almost thawed, and the staff came to make preoperative arrangements. At two o'clock in the afternoon, Jinshui was completely thawed, and Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei pushed her into the operating room.

The operation lasted nearly seven hours, and it was a success. When I returned to the ward and settled down, it was already dark. Yuan Zhen took a casual bite, grabbed Jia Xibei's arm and said, "You rest, I'll go outside to find Gao Xiu."

"Hmm..." Jia Xibei responded obediently, suddenly remembered something, grabbed his sleeve, "Brother Zhen," he dug out a bag of food from his backpack, "Brother Xiu, I'm afraid he'll be alone Hungry."

It turned out that he had been thinking about Gao Xiu all along.

"Got it." Yuan Zhen said coldly, grabbed the bag and turned to leave.

Jia Xibei didn't know why he was angry, and sat down to take care of Jin Shui. She was still awake, and her long eyelashes were curled up, which was very beautiful.

Maybe he was too tired, but relieved that the operation was successful, he lay down beside the bed in a daze, and fell asleep unconsciously.

He didn't know how long he slept, the bed shook a little, and in his uneasy sleep, he heard a faint voice:

"...you fucking hurry up, you finally got a girl!"

"...Shh, be quiet..."

Jia Xibei opened his eyes, in the dark ward, there was only a little moonlight outside the window, on the bed were the shadows of two men, who looked young, straddling the unconscious Jin Shui, touching her lower body.

"What are you doing!" he yelled.

Seeing that he was awake, the perpetrator threatened viciously, "Don't make troubles, let's leave after we have a good time!"

Hearing the word "cool", Jiaxibei's head buzzed. He knew they were going to do that, blushed, and pulled their arms desperately: "You guys come down! If you don't come down, I'll call someone!"

Those two people were confident, "Get out of your mother's sissy!"

They gave him a kick, and Jia Xibei fell to the ground, tears came out, he wiped it pitifully, and then pulled him: "Don't touch her, she just finished the operation!"

The other people in the room woke up, sat on the bed and looked this way, and the two of them drew out their knives angrily.

"Get out or not, if you don't get out, you will be spared!"

The knife shone so brightly in the dark that Jia Xibei couldn't see anything, but saw a silver-white blade. Yuan Zhen was not around, only he could protect Jinshui, and he couldn't back down.

He lunged at the knife, grasping the other's wrist with both hands, and with an easy shove, the point of the knife turned and stabbed down at his face.

At the very moment, a huge force broke through the door, and in an instant, the knife fell to the ground, and the two people on the bed fell over, hit the window, and rolled to the center of the room.

Someone turned on the lights, and it was Yuan Zhen who stepped on them.

Jia Xibei hurriedly crawled over to see Jinshui. She was fine and was still in a deep sleep with a thick bandage under her hipbone. He covered her with the quilt and couldn't help crying.

Those two bastards were not Yuan Zhen's opponents at all, they were beaten to pieces, their nosebleeds dripped, and they yelled fiercely: "Cao your mother! Do you know who we are!"

Yuan Zhen didn't care, and didn't ask, her eyes seemed to be on fire, frighteningly fierce.

"Our eldest brother is from the Chaoyang group!"

They barked like mad dogs.

"This hospital is managed by my elder brother. What's wrong with you, a crippled girl! My mother has no legs, I like her when I play with her!"

Yuan Zhen raised her fist high, looking at the decisive posture, the two boys might die with this punch, at this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor.

They were all leather shoes, and Yuan Zhen knew that it was the club when she heard it.

He didn't move, he sat on the two of them and looked at the door. Although he didn't wear bones, he was calm and focused like a rock because of the habits he had developed through years of fighting.

A group of young people came in, the leader was a yellow-haired man with half-long hair tied behind his head, out of a dozen of them, he was the only one wearing a lotus badge.

"Brother Xiaoliu!" shouted the two people under Yuan Zhen's feet.

"Fuck, what's going on?" Huang Mao knelt down and tilted his head to look at his two younger brothers, "It's the middle of the night, and you still have the face to call me after someone cleans up your place like this?"

The two blushed and said nothing.

"But having said that..." Brother Xiaoliu raised his eyebrows, squinting at Yuan Zhen, "Someone comes to my place to make trouble, I can't let him go at ease."

He squatted there and raised his hand casually: "Fuck me."