"Your leg is a secondary fracture. If it bleeds too much and the bones are severely dislocated and cannot be connected, the leg will be amputated," the doctor said solemnly.
Even though Paul, who was fearless, heard the word amputation, his heart trembled a little. How could he conquer the world with his boss after his limb was amputated?!
Then wouldn’t he become a waste?!
"The operating room is ready." The intern ran in and informed.
Several men helped Paul onto the operating cart, and Paul was led toward the operating room. He rolled his sharp eyes to see if he saw the figure he wanted to see, and asked in a deep voice: "Where's Wei Lan?"
"I just left and didn't come back." His subordinate immediately replied.
Paul stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the phone."
I called Wei Lan and the call was connected, but I was pressed to reject the call over and over again.
Damn woman, she really holds a grudge, isn't she just teasing her? She really got angry and left. It's so irresponsible, I really don't care about him! [
"Mr. Paul, please turn off the phone, we are about to enter the operating room." The operating vehicle stopped at the door of the operating room, and the intern reminded Paul.
Paul handed the phone back to his subordinate and said in a cold voice: "Tell her that I am going to die and let her come and see me for the last time."
After saying that, Paul was taken into the operating room.
Two hours later, Paul was brought out of the operating room. Several of his subordinates rushed forward. One of them lifted up the blue sterile cloth and saw that Brother Luo's leg was still there, and he was relieved.
"Don't worry, the bones are finally connected and there is no need for amputation." The doctor knew that these gangsters were not easy to mess with, so he explained immediately without waiting for them to ask.
"Thank you, doctor. I'll give you a big red envelope later." One of the men said.
The doctor looked at the subordinate in surprise and thought, the gangster actually said thank you?! It seemed that he looked down on these people.
Since Paul was under general anesthesia, he woke up early the next morning. The first thing he did when he woke up was to touch his leg. He was relieved to find that his leg was still there.
Seeing him waking up, the men who had been keeping watch all night immediately came forward and asked: "Boss, are you awake? Go and call the doctor." He said to another man.
Others were sleeping. When they heard what he said, they rushed out in a daze.
The doctor came over quickly, examined Paul, and said, "Fortunately, there is no sign of inflammation. You really need to take good care of yourself this time. If it breaks for the third time, I won't be able to help you."
Paul nodded, and the doctor went out without saying anything.
"Brother Luo, are you hungry? I'm going to buy you something to eat. What do you want to eat?" his subordinate asked.
Paul looked around the room and asked in a cold voice: "Zilan didn't come?"
Several subordinates looked at each other, and the subordinate who was asked hesitated and shook his head.[
"No one answered the phone?" Paul asked.
"Took it." The subordinate replied hesitantly again.
"Damn, Zhizhiwuwu, you can't speak anymore, can you? You know what to answer when I ask you questions? You need to practice, don't you?" Paul roared impatiently.
When the subordinates heard Brother Luo talking about exercise, their faces changed. The exercise mentioned by Brother Luo and the boss was not as simple as exercise. It was simply devilish training.
So, immediately: "I conveyed Brother Luo's instructions to Officer Wei. Officer Wei said, said...said..."
"If you fart, hurry up." Paul growled in a deep voice.
"Officer Wei said to let you die." The subordinate reported carefully.
"Damn it, get out of here, get out of here, don't let me see you." Paul growled angrily at his subordinates.
They were frightened and quickly ran out.
Paul was sulking alone in bed. When he saw the mobile phone at hand, he picked it up angrily and dialed Wei Lan. Unfortunately, the damn woman probably didn't answer the phone because she thought it was his number.
Paul gritted his teeth and snorted, then opened his text mailbox. He didn't answer the phone. Can he send a text message?
"Damn woman, you are so heartless, I almost had my leg amputated, and you really don't care about me." Paul sent the edited message.
Wei Lan was also sulking at home at this time, but she was much happier when she was sulking than Paul. Now she was drinking beer, eating fried chicken, and watching movies. She didn't know how happy she was.
When she heard her cell phone ringing, she took it over and saw that it was Paul's number. She put the phone aside with disdain and ignored it.
After a while, there was another text message alert, and Wei Lan opened it without thinking. She didn't expect it to be Paul, because Paul never sent her text messages.
But this post happened to be from Paul. When he opened it, Wei Lan was even more angry. Even if he lied to her, he still dared to call her a stupid woman!?
She edited a bunch of text messages scolding him and wanted to send them. Just when she pressed send, her movements suddenly stopped. She thought for a moment and said, forget it, I won’t send it anymore. If you ignore him now, you won’t be giving him too much face, so I won’t.
Ignore him and kill him.
She was so worried about him and he actually lied to her!
"Seriously, I almost had my leg amputated." Seeing that Weilan didn't reply, Paul sent another message.
After sending several messages in a row without any response, Paul fell asleep while waiting.
He slept until midnight. When it was almost dawn, Paul woke up. To be precise, he didn't wake up naturally. He was woken up by the smell of smoke.
He opened his eyes drowsily. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a spicy smell that was particularly dazzling. The smell of smoke in his nose made him feel flustered, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.
He tried his best to bend his upper body slightly, and saw thick smoke pouring in through the crack in the door, and he could also see the light of fire outside through the crack in the door.
"Damn! It's on fire!" Paul yelled angrily. Recently, misfortunes have come singly. He was involved in a car accident, and Dongfang Club was successfully surrounded by raids. Now he is staying in a hospital and is actually on fire.
This is supposed to be something that happens once in a century? He can even catch up with this.
"Come on, it's on fire, come on..." Paul shouted three times, and as soon as he shouted three times, thick smoke penetrated into his nose and throat.
What was even more irritating was that after calling him, he realized that there was someone there. His subordinates had been scolded away by him last night.
Is it possible that he is going to die in the hospital?!
Paul took out the pillowcloth, raised his hand and threw the pillowcloth on the bedside table. After knocking over the water glass and soaking the pillowcloth, he put the pillowcloth over his nose, as if the smoke was killing him.
Then he calmly thought of a solution. It was estimated that the doctors, nurses, or firefighters outside were all fighting the fire outside and would not be able to get to him for a while. After a few seconds, he immediately remembered that he could make a call and dialed him immediately.
My phone number.
When the call was dialed, he said in a deep voice: "There is a fire in the hospital. I am trapped in the ward. Come to the hospital quickly."
"Ah? Fire?! It's Brother Luo. Just wait for ten minutes. I'll be there soon." Paul's men were still a little confused at first, but then they realized the danger and immediately woke up from their sleep.