Volume 6, Chapter 171: The Medical Skills of Literary Medicine, the Ice Is Not Dead
Tang Fei's death gave Ling Jie a very painful blow.
In Ling Jie's heart, he was a person who valued brotherhood very much. The eldest brother in his position and in the general environment had to rekindle brotherhood. After the news of Tang Fei's death in the hospital spread, Ling Jie was left alone
After sitting in the hospital for a full hour, Qin Feng stood beside Ling Jie the whole time, looking at the street in the distance as well, dazed. The two of them had their own worries, and they didn't know what they were thinking.
"Brother Ninth, it's time to go back." Qin Feng said calmly, "The court's verdict will be delivered in two days at most. Brother Ninth doesn't have much time left."
Ling Jie was stunned for a moment, then stood up, "Let's go, brother, I will repay Bing Po twice as much for his life."
Ling Jie walked towards the corridor entrance first, Qin Feng followed closely behind him, "Brother Ninth, there is one thing I can't figure out."
"explain."
"We had already searched Bingpo when she went upstairs and took away all the throwing knives on her body. Where did the throwing knives behind her come from?" After a pause, Qin Fengyou added, "
The speed of his attack was really fast, even under my nose, I still couldn't see where her flying knife came from."
Ling Jie took three steps in a row. He really couldn't give an answer and shook his head. "I'm afraid only Bingpo herself knows this question. I didn't see it either. But I must let him die as soon as possible."
"Qin Feng, you dispatch a large number of people to investigate Bingpo's whereabouts. Once you find out about Bingpo's whereabouts, reply to me as soon as possible. Don't let brothers act rashly. Ordinary people are not Bingpo's opponents at all, including you here.
You can't do anything to her in private without my order." When he said the second half of the sentence, Ling Jie deliberately turned around and looked at Qin Feng.
Qin Feng felt a touch of care from his eyes, and his heart that had been cold for a long time suddenly felt a warmth. He nodded silently, "Yes."
After a long while, Qin Feng said calmly, "So, what is Ninth Brother going to do with this person Yuchuan?"
Ling Jie thought for a long time. Originally, he was very curious about Yuchuan's identity, but with the big events happening one after another in the past few days, it was no longer interesting for Ling Jie to know her identity. He immediately said, "Imprisoning him will prevent her from escaping.
Just kill him!"
"Even if everything is turned upside down, I have to dig it out! If this woman doesn't die, I won't be able to rest at ease!"
Qin Feng secretly nodded and followed Ling Jie until he entered Ling Jie's villa. Ling Jie opened the car door and was about to get out of the car when he suddenly thought of something. He paused and closed the car door again, "Qin Feng
How is Ba's injury?"
Qin Ba is the son of Qin Feng. Although the killer looks very tough, he also has very tough feelings in his heart! It's just that they are not good at expressing it.
Qin Feng's eyes were a little wet, "Fortunately, I can be discharged from the hospital in a few days."
Ling Jie nodded, "Tang Fei is dead, please make way for him and stay by his side. By the way, you can also go and see him tonight. I see you haven't seen each other for a long time."
Qin Feng's heart was very hot, but the expression on his face was still cold. He just nodded lightly, as if he was agreeing to something ordinary.
Ling Jie said, "If I successfully enter the dark prison in some time, I will have to rely on you to support me in terms of organizational matters. Now you are the only one who can make me feel at ease."
"Brother Ninth, don't worry, I, Qin Feng, will definitely live up to your expectations."
Ling Jie nodded lightly and laughed, "I know you have never disappointed anyone. You don't want to go to the villa today. Come and see Qin Ba."
Ling Jie opened the car door and walked out, his back looking very lonely.
Qin Feng didn't start the car for a long time, but watched Ling Jie's retreating figure from a distance through the car window...
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Las Vegas, the most developed city in Nevada, is full of high-rise buildings and has a large population. The streets are full of dense vehicles and people, and it is very lively. However, there is an alley located in the city center that seems particularly quiet and peaceful.
Tranquility. Under the vigorous sycamore trees on both sides of the alley, there will always be a few idlers taking a rest from time to time. Some play chess, some play cards, and some chat. But without exception, their faces are full of...
With a happy and satisfied smile.
An old man with a smile and a gray beard was walking hurriedly through the alley, carrying a bag.
"Mr. Wen, are you back?"
"Mr. Wen is back?"
"Going to collect medicine again?..."
When those idle people under the shade of the trees saw the old man with a gray beard, they not only greeted him with a smile, but also stood up and nodded respectfully to the old man. This old man seemed to be quite respected and loved by people.
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The person called Wen Lao by the idlers was the famous local folk doctor - Wen Yi. Seeing everyone greeting him, Wen Yi also nodded to them one by one and said with a smile: "I'm back, I'm back.
, everyone, keep on, keep on..."
Wenyi is a doctor, but he never charges a penny for medical treatment. This is one of the reasons why he is so respected.
After walking in the alley for about ten minutes, Wen Yi stepped into a simple old house. That, of course, was his clinic. The clinic was indeed very small. It didn't even have a name. There was only one door at the door.
The word 'cross' illustrated in red paint.
In the clinic, there was a person, to be precise, a very young and beautiful woman. However, the woman's face was extremely pale. When the doctor walked in, she did not even raise her head because she was concentrating on her work.
Close your eyes and rest your mind.
The woman's movement of closing her eyes and concentrating was very strange. While he was concentrating, he did not forget to polish each other with the nails of his two hands. His movements were gentle, elegant, and a little strange and coquettish.
The woman's nails are very long and very thin, without any rouge on them. Coupled with her slender fingers, they are even more stunningly beautiful. The feeling this woman gives others now is that she is definitely an angel who can only be seen from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.
The doctor looked at the woman intently for a long time, then nodded and said with a generous smile: "Rest! Just wake up!"
"Originally, I was already dead. I wonder what method you used to keep me alive for so many more days." When the woman spoke, she still did not raise her head. She carefully repaired her nails and said quietly: "Sooner or later, I will die.
, since the ending cannot be changed, why not let me die earlier? There is no need for a dying person to endure too much fear before death."
"Since I can save you, you can't die. If you are really hopeless, why should I waste my efforts to save you?" The literary doctor smiled, then turned and walked into the room where he dispensed medicine.
The moment he entered the door of the room, the doctor turned his head and said: "If your nails are too long, you may accidentally hurt others. After I save you, I hope you can repair them properly."
"Why do you want to save me?" The woman finally raised her head and stared at the doctor faintly.
"I am a doctor, and it is my bounden duty to save people." After the doctor finished speaking, he stepped into the room where the medicine was dispensed and gently closed the door.
This literary doctor is not simple! The woman was leaning on the recliner, staring at the door of the dispensing room that had been closed long ago, thoughtfully...
This woman is the icebreaker!
(The fourth update...and the fifth update will follow, which is an update due to the addition of ten red flowers.)