It was past ten o'clock in the morning.

Yuan Ke rushed out of Fengbei in a car and kept urging the driver who was driving: "Hurry up, please, hurry up..."

...

About half an hour later, the training hospital building was stationed in.

Lao Ma had been pushed out by the military doctor and threw it directly into the empty and uninhabited ward, while Guan Qi was still being treated.

In the hall downstairs, Fatty Xing was wearing a windbreaker and stretched out his palm with great strides: "Hello, hello, I'm in trouble."

A soldier reached out to shake Fatty Xing, immediately stepped aside the stairs and said, "Yuan Hua is on the third floor!"

"Let's not look at him for now, I'll look at that old man."

"Oh, he's on the fourth floor!"

"Are you awake? Can you talk to me?" Fatty Xing asked.

"He was injured not a vital point, he could speak." The sergeant nodded.

"It's trouble."

"It's okay, just follow the orders, haha." The soldier led Fatty Xing upstairs.

A few minutes later, everyone arrived at the idle ward. Fatty Xing took his second son and Pitt into the room, while the others stood outside the door and waited.

Indoor, Lao Ma was pale and was wearing a drip bottle, his eyes wide open, and he was lying quietly on the bed.

Fatty Xing took off his leather gloves and patted Lao Ma on the shoulder: "Haha, the old guy has a very hard bone!"

"I have never beaten the capitalist even if I am honest." Lao Ma responded with a sigh.

Fatty Xing walked to the bed with his hands behind his back, looked down at Lao Ma: "Okay, I won't talk nonsense to you, let's talk about the topic."

"What did you say?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid? Where is my son?" Fatty Xing asked.

Lao Ma turned his head and looked at Fatty Xing, grinned and replied, "I'll ask you a few questions first, let's talk about the important things."

Fatty Xing frowned: "Okay, ask."

"The cost of your medicine is the same as mine! Why are you selling it so expensive?" Lao Ma asked.

"No, the cost of me and you is different." Fatty Xing shook his head and replied: "You make fire by one person and the whole family eats. And I make money by one person, and I have to support the three gods in the middle and upper levels. How can the cost be the same?"

Old Ma thought carefully and replied, "Okay, I agree with this."

"What else do you want to ask?"

"If you want to earn money to support the gods of the three roads, then do we, those of us who are suffering, also have to have a meal? I sell goods in Songjiang. Although the price is cheap, the goods are limited. I have never taken the initiative to steal your market before... But why don't you even give me a chance to survive?" Lao Ma asked, "Do you have to kill me quickly?"

Fatty Xing looked impatient. After lowering his head and thinking for a while, he responded without any emotional fluctuations: "What I am afraid of is not the little money you earn, but because of your cheapness, we will lose our reputation! This is not allowed by the company."

"You cooperate with local gangs to sell high-priced medicine, suck blood from slums, and then raise those corrupt officials. Do you have the face to tell me the reputation?"

"There is no way. For businessmen, clean money is no different from bloody money." Fatty Xing responded expressionlessly: "For me, I only guarantee the interests of the company! What you do affects us, and then you can't reach an agreement. Then you must have a male and female!"

"Do you think I'm in your hands and you are not qualified to give me the conditions?" Lao Ma asked.

Fatty Xing smiled: "I don't actually have to talk to you. I just need to call your family and tell them that you are here, and then my son will come back naturally!"

"Haha!" Lao Ma laughed at this.

Fatty Xing frowned and looked at the old man: "Do you know why you lost?"

Old horse is silent.

"Because you haven't understood this era, or what role should businessmen play now." Fatty Xing walked inside the house and said softly: "A few guns, a few desperate horsemen, and a group of sick people who are coaxing you to sell low-priced medicines! Do you think you can start your business? You think it's too simple!"

"I think what you think is too simple." Lao Ma replied calmly.

...

downstairs.

Yuan Ke rushed into the hall, his eyes chaotic and rushed to the reception desk: "Hello, let me ask, what ward Yuan Hua is in!"

"On the third floor!" the other party looked up and responded.

After hearing the sound, Yuan Ke rushed upstairs as fast as possible.

A few dozen seconds later, in the corridor on the third floor, Yuan Ke shouted with a pale face: "Brother Bald..."

"Here!"

The bald man ran out of the fork in the road and waved his hand at Yuan Ke.

Yuan Ke rushed over and asked with panting, "People are in this emergency room?"

"Yes, go in!" The bald man pulled Yuan Ke and pushed him to the door of the emergency room.

Yuan Ke clenched his fists, pushed the door and entered, looking up at the hospital bed.

"Who are you?" asked the chief surgeon.

"I am his brother!"

"...You are here." The master knife took off his mask and walked over, saying in a short sentence: "We have tried our best to drag it!"

Yuan Ke heard the sound and his mind roared.

On the hospital bed, Yuan Hua turned his head with his neck trembling and looked at his younger brother at the door.

Yuan Ke looked at him in a daze, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Yuan Hua raised his arm and muttered softly: "...Little...Xiao Ke...You are right...Brother, you are wrong."

Yuan Ke burst into tears when he heard the sound, and then rushed over.

"Take good company, don't treat those who have followed me badly... Yuan's family... forget what you said in the future...!" Yuan Hua's eyes slowly closed, and his arms instantly drooped: "I...I saw our parents."

"Didi!"

An electronic sound rang out, and the heartbeat diagram was instantly straightened.

"elder brother!!"

Yuan Ke knelt in front of the bed, his suppressed emotions burst out instantly, and his whole body twitched and cried bitterly.

...

Fourth floor, in the idle ward.

Fatty Xing looked down at Lao Ma, frowned and asked, "How is it? Did you tell me yourself, or should I contact your family?"

"Fatty Xing, are you sure you do anything?"

"I won't do things that I'm not sure about."

"Hehe." Lao Ma smiled and looked at Fatty Xing with a crooked neck and said, "There is one thing you are definitely not sure about."

After pondering for a while, Fatty Xing completely lost his patience, turned around and walked towards the door: "Old Ma! From now on, I don't need to say anything!"

"Boss Xing, we will definitely not go back to your son. If you insist on seeing him, I can tell you where he is buried now!" Lao Ma lay on the hospital bed and said in a plain tone.

Fatty Xing turned around and replied with a smile: "Are you playing this with me?"

"He is dead. On the day we met at the Memorial Square in District 9, I fucked him to death with my own hands. I have witnesses... in the training ground." Lao Ma turned his head and stared at Fatty Xing with his eyes and said, "Your son is not a good thing either. I am at my age, so it's not a loss to change him!"

When Fatty Xing heard this, his face turned pale, not like the previous one.
Chapter completed!