Chen Hao woke up and found that he was lying in a narrow room, moved slightly, and painful in his back drama. He had a sigh of relief.
Still alive.
Did not die in a foreign country.
Hope that the dream will not be shattered.
He thought that Han Bingliang, Liang Jun Hongyong, and others. If these people are dead, in this life, he is not as powerful as the Inagawa family, and he will never die.
"Ichiro Tonagawa ..."
Chen Hao murmured.
"Inabawa?"
Someone beside him voiced, and Chen Hao realized that there were still others in the room. He turned his head and asked, and asked a thin man in his thirties.
This person is Li Xiaomu.
"You drilled into our truck, came here, and it was coma for three days. I guess you sneaked to country R. I didn't send you to the hospital. I found a familiar doctor and took out the warhead for you.
Living is a miracle. "
"Thanks......"
"Don't thank me, it's your life."
Li Xiaomu smiled at Chen Hao.
Chen Hao still wrote down this kind of kindness.
Even if he survives because he has a special constitution after rebirth, if he has not encountered the other party's car, he was placed here by the other party.
"This is a warhead that shot into your body. I looked for someone. It was a 5.56 mm rifle bullet. It interrupted a rib for you, lost its power, stayed next to your heart, and scratched your atrium wall."
Li Xiaomu took the warhead to Chen Hao's face.
Chen Haibing stared at the warhead.
Li Xiaomu continued: "Under normal circumstances, the warhead hit by the rifle, even if it hit the rib, can shoot people's body, maybe the person you shoot far away from you, the warhead flys long distance, the power weakens, the power is weakened.
It is blocked by your ribs and lost power, otherwise the warhead rotates into the body, even if you are not in your heart, you can crush most of your heart. "
Pass at the Ghost Gate.
Chen Hao was not afraid at all, it was impossible.
The warhead interrupted his ribs and lost his power. Most of them were not because the gunner was too far from him, but his constitution was too special, and his bones were tough.
The door was pushed away.
A bald middle -aged man walked in with the medicine box.
"This is Uncle Wu. Uncle Wu is a good surgeon in Daxia. He has a poor treatment in China. He runs to R country." Li Xiaomu introduced Chen Hao to the bald man.
"Dr. ..."
Chen Hao greeted his uncle.
"I'm not a doctor anymore. I don't recognize Daxia's doctor's license. Without a hospital, I can't open the clinic, and I have fallen to the restaurant to wash the dishes."
Bald man laughed and laughed at himself.
I would rather stay in R country, nor did they want to return to China to continue being a doctor.
Chen Hao was not surprised by this.
These days, domestic doctors are not treated high, and in R country washing dishes, an hour of 500 R, almost forty Chinese coins.
The income of a day -to -day plate is equivalent to a monthly salary of a domestic working class.
The huge gap in income led to the popularity of abroad in the 1990s.
It's not just poor people who are eager to change their destiny, but also people like uncle who have tall careers in the country.
Professor of prestigious universities, selling Zhongzhou Siheyuan, and going to Rolue R Guo Mly washing dishes. It is not a joke at the moment. It is a real phenomenon.
"Xiao Mu, let's help him turn around."
Uncle Wu will turn Chen Hao over and change the medicine to Chen Hao.
Li Xiaomu stepped forward to help.
"I can ..."
"Don't work hard, otherwise the stitching wound will collapse."
Uncle stopped Chen Hao to cooperate.
Li Xiaomu, Uncle Wu carefully turned over Chen Hao, and then uncle took off the gauze of Chen Hao's wounded wounded to prepare to clean the wounds.