"Then what do you mean by saying it's possible to wake up? Aren't those experts even 100% sure?" Luo Yu saw Han Yixue was about to speak again, stopped her with her eyes, and then asked herself.
"Well, that's it." The dean swallowed and looked at Han Yixue's face before continuing, "Based on my decades of experience, maybe 50% will wake up."
Fifty percent... Luo Yu thought for a while and nodded, fifty percent is enough.
No matter what you do, you will either succeed or fail. The chances of success and failure are both 50%, right?
"You go out first, let's take a look here." Seeing that Han Yixue seemed to be angry again, Luo Yu said kindly to the dean.
The dean also felt that the volcanic lava was about to erupt from the eldest lady, and hurriedly slipped out.
"Why did this old man wait for half a month? I don't believe that I raised the price twice, ten times! Are those experts coming here one by one?" Han Yixue waved her fist angrily.
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"Yandu seems to be very calm now, but there is a turbulent undercurrent below." Luo Yu nodded, saying that the calm before the storm should be more appropriate.
Han Yixue and Han Shuyao looked at Luo Yu in confusion at the same time, expressing that they did not understand what he meant.
Luo Yu shook her head, not intending to explain to them that some things can be done by men, and there is no need to involve women.
"The house is in a mess now. It would be great if grandpa could wake up early." Han Yixue glanced at Han Ziang, who was lying motionless on the bed, and sighed silently.
Luo Yu looked at the old man on the hospital bed, recalling the first encounter between the two, and couldn't help but feel all sorts of emotions welling up in his heart.
Old man, why did they attack you this time? But you are also a good fortune teller and you are not dead.
Luo Yu was thinking about something, and suddenly a smile appeared on her lips, but she soon returned to her original calm look.
"Xiaoxue, you and Yaoyao go out for a while. I have some things that I need to check on my own." Luo Yu said suddenly.
Seeing the serious expression on Luo Yu's face, Han Yixue didn't ask any more questions. Luo Yu must have found something wrong and had to avoid it. She had never had the slightest doubt about Luo Yu.
"Shout if anything happens." Han Yixue whispered to Luo Yu before closing the door.
Luo Yu hummed, walked over and locked the door, then stared at Han Ziang, who was motionless on the bed, for several minutes.
There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air. Luo Yu sniffed and finally didn't want to wait any longer. He took a few steps to the hospital bed and sneered: "I've given you a chance, but don't blame me for not doing so."
polite!"
After saying that, he opened the quilt on the hospital bed and shouted: "The romantic two dragons are playing with pearls and picking chrysanthemums!" His fingers were like needles inserted straight into Han Ziang's anus on the bed.
"Sister, did you hear any strange noises?" Han Shuyao tugged on Han Yixue's sleeve, "It seemed like someone was screaming."
"Scream?" Han Yixue listened intently, then shook her head, "I didn't hear it."
"Oh, I guess I heard it wrong." Han Shuyao said, but her eyes were full of confusion as she looked at the ward she just walked out of. The voice seemed to come from this soundproof ward.
Seeing Han Ziang rolling around on the bed, Luo Yu walked to the corner seriously, pulled out the cork from the water bottle and handed it to him.
"Here, you'll feel better if you use this."
Han Ziang suddenly felt like tearing Luo Yusheng alive, but the severe pain coming from the chrysanthemum made him only think about it in his mind and could not put it into practice.
"Don't you want it?" Luo Yu frowned and looked at the wrinkles on Han Ziang's face, and couldn't help laughing anymore.
"Hahahahahaha!"
Anyway, this ward is soundproofed, so you are not afraid of being heard by people outside.
"Have you laughed enough?" After a while, Han Ziang felt a little better. His face, as if he had been given blood, finally returned to its original color, but his hair and the hospital gown were all wet.
"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore -" Luo Yu covered her stomach and screamed. Although she tried hard to hold it in, she couldn't help but laugh again when she saw Han Ziang's hands under his buttocks.
come out.
"Stop laughing!" Han Ziang's face turned the color of pig liver again, "How do you know I'm pretending to be unconscious?"
"It's very simple." Luo Yu sniffed, "I smelled a little bit of roast chicken in the house. Although it was deliberately masked by the smell of disinfectant, I still smelled it."
There is a saying in Zhonghai that "a greedy cat has a pointed nose". I guess Han Ziang has never heard of this saying.
"I don't think anyone would dare to secretly eat roast chicken in Mr. Han's ward, which is a black-and-white government. It just so happens that there is only one patient in this ward, so I inevitably have rich associations." Luo Yu laughed.
With.
Han Ziang was speechless. It turned out that this kid also guessed.
But why didn't I smell the smell of roast chicken in the room? After eating, I opened the window for ventilation, and asked the nurse to use disinfectant to cover up the smell. I didn't expect this kid's nose to work so well.
"So in order to test whether I am really unconscious, you used such a dirty method?" Feeling another burst of pain, Han Ziang asked with a cold expression.
As a figure of the same level as Miao Xinghai in Yisheng, Han Ziang certainly does not lack the oppressive aura that only those in power can have.
After getting full momentum, even Luo Yu had to answer this question seriously.
"I'm just trying it. If you don't respond, it proves that I guessed wrong." Luo Yu lowered his head and said, "Anyway, a comatose person won't feel pain."
"You!" Han Zi'ang was about to jump up and yell, when his body moved and touched the pain point, which immediately made him grin again.
Luo Yu hurriedly pulled a sponge pillow and put it under his buttocks, helping Han Ziang sit down carefully.
"Hmph, tell me, when did you arrive?"
"Early morning."
Then Luo Yu told Han Ziang what he knew so far.
This old man is pretending to be unconscious here. He must have his own plans. Maybe he has anticipated something. Luo Yu wants to hear his opinion.
After listening to Luo Yu's statement, Han Ziang squatted on the pillow and pondered in silence. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Give me a cigarette."
Luo Yu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one for him.
Han Ziang took a deep breath, and then exhaled a puff of blue smoke: "I've been lying here for two or three days, and I'm suffocated to death."
After taking another deep breath, Han Ziang let half of the cigarette burn instantly before he opened his eyes and looked at Luo Yu: "I'll tell you what happened that night."
Luo Yu hummed, nodded, moved a stool from the side and sat opposite Han Ziang, helping him throw the finished cigarette butt into the trash can.
"Originally, we were discussing a business deal. Three cars suddenly rushed out while passing by Minghu Plaza. A truck directly hit the car in front. Then several people rushed over from the roadside and pointed guns at the car I was sitting in.
There were far more of them than those who shot me, and some of them started fighting with the people who came to save me on the way, and in the end the whole square was covered with blood."
Han Ziang said casually, then spread his hands towards Luo Yu: "Come and smoke again."