This surprised Zhao Gangjun. Logically speaking, the pervert dean was hit by Huang Lingling last time and then caught by the way. Doesn't Leng Bing no longer have to be oppressed by that dean?
Without oppression, you can stand up and become the master. At such a moment, Leng Bing actually resigned?
"If a woman, especially a woman like Leng Bing, causes something like that with the director, everyone in the hospital will know about it. With her proud character, she will never stay in the hospital any longer."
The doctor solved Zhao Gangjun's doubts.
Zhao Gangjun thought about it. Leng Bing is as cold as ice. Cold people are naturally aloof and arrogant. If everyone in the hospital knows that such a person has ever wanted to unspoken rules for her, then he will definitely not stay in the hospital again.
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Zhao Gangjun felt a little sad when he thought that he would no longer be able to enjoy the gentle service of the cold and beautiful doctor due to his injury this time.
Of course, Leng Bing never showed any gentle service to Zhao Gangjun from the beginning.
The rise of pharmacy has actually changed human society in some aspects.
Such as the current Zhao Gangjun.
According to more than ten years ago, Zhao Gangjun at this time must have been covered in bandages and lying on the bed, dying.
However, due to the recovery medicine, Zhao Gangjun's body showed a very rapid recovery.
This recovery speed is almost visible to the naked eye.
As for the principle of recovery medicine, it is actually nothing more than promoting cell metabolism.
However, just such a principle has caused countless people to struggle for hundreds of years, and it took more than ten years to thoroughly study it.
Of course, these kinds of medicines are very precious things. If Dashan hadn't relied on his status as a special force of the military region and a large sum of money, it would have been impossible to obtain several bottles at a time. But now the development and production of such medicines
, are directly controlled by the state.
Of course, these are all known to outsiders. The fact is that although the medicine is developed and produced by the state, a large part of the profit goes to the Zhao family.
Why?
Because Zhao Gangjun's grandfather was the founder of biopharmaceutics, it can be said that the current pharmacology was developed by Zhao Gangjun's grandfather.
These are all things for later, so I won’t talk about them now.
Although recovery medicine can speed up the recovery of the human body, it does not mean that your body will be better as soon as you take it or that it will taste better after you eat it. This requires a process.
"Steel, you scared us to death just now."
Chen Keke patted his chest and said, "What on earth is going on with those people?"
"I don't know either."
Zhao Gangjun smiled and said, "Who knows if they have endocrine disorders and come to beat me for fun."
"But, Gang Bong, you are so good at fighting!"
Chen Keke said, "I know you can fight, but I didn't know you were so good at fighting. We can't even see your punches."
Zhao Gangjun touched the back of his head shyly and said, "Actually, my best skill is still playing with the whip."
Dashan stood beside Zhao Gangjun, with a silly smile on his face and said nothing.
"Da Shan, have you finished your physical examination?"
Zhao Gangjun asked.
"The inspection is over."
Dashan nodded.
Zhao Gangjun said oh and did not continue to ask anything. Instead, he frowned slightly and was thinking about something.
Thinking about something that has seemed strange to him since he was a child.
Ever since he was a child, Dashan has been following him as if he were his own shadow. In many cases, such as fights, Dashan would fight with him and others. In every fight, he is not the only one who is injured, Dashan is also injured.
Although Dashan is very strong, Dashan is not good at fighting.
However, every time no matter how injured Dashan was, he was able to take Zhao Gangjun home. Moreover, even if Dashan was seriously injured, he was still alive and well in just a few hours, as if nothing had happened.
Zhao Gangjun was very curious about this phenomenon, but later he was separated from Dashan because he went out to study, so Zhao Gangjun gradually forgot about this matter. But now, Zhao Gangjun saw Dashan standing in front of him with a rosy face, and couldn't help but think again
Get this doubt out of your mind.
Dashan was also injured just now.
Even Dashan's internal injuries were not necessarily much lighter than his own.
But now, I rely on the recovery potion to stay conscious and chat with people, but Dashan seems to be fine, not to mention the recovery potion, and he didn't even get an injection.
This doubt also reminded Zhao Gangjun of what Asiba said before.
What lost race?
The man said that Dashan is a lost race.
Generally speaking, according to normal urine characteristics, anything with a name like lost, lost, ancient, etc. in front of its name will be very cool.
Such as lost treasures, lost civilizations, ancient marks.
And is this lost race as awesome as those things?
Zhao Gangjun frowned and looked at Chen Keke and Chen Xiaobei beside him, and then said, "I want to eat some fruit, you guys..."
"Let's go buy it."
Chen Xiaobei nodded with a smile and said, "Brother Gang Bian, just have a good rest."
After saying that, Chen Xiaobei hugged Chen Keke and left.
What a smart kid.
Zhao Gangjun looked at Chen Xiaobei and couldn't help but admire him. Then, Zhao Gangjun turned to Dashan and said, "Dashan, I want to ask you something."
"Master, please ask."
Dashan smiled innocently.
"Where are you from?"
Zhao Gangjun asked.
"I don't know either."
Dashan shook his head.
"Then how did you get into my house?" Zhao Gangjun continued to ask.
Dashan's face showed an expression of reminiscing and thinking, and after a while he said, "It was the master who took me home."
Zhao Gangjun thought that he might not be able to find any breakthrough in Dashan, so he called home.
The voice on the other end of the phone was a little noisy.
Zhao Gangjun could hear the voices of several aunts, as well as the voices of some of his younger brothers and sisters.
After a while, the noise slowly decreased, and a man's voice came from over there.
"Son, is he dead?"
"I can't die even if you die."
Zhao Gangjun said.
"You're such an unfilial son."
On the other end of the phone, Zhao Gangjun's father, Zhao Tiezhu, said dissatisfiedly, "How can you talk to me like this?"
"How can I ask if my son is dead as soon as I open my mouth?" Zhao Gangjun asked rhetorically.
"Well, you are becoming more and more eloquent. I just got the news that the people in Purgatory are looking for trouble for you, and you can still call me now, which proves that the trouble is no longer trouble. So, what do you want?
What are you talking to me about, my son?"
"Dad, I want to know about the mountains."
Zhao Gangjun asked.
"It's about the mountains..."
After Zhao Gangjun was silent for a while, he said, "Dashan..."