At dusk, there were still many people gathering in the Xuanyi School.
Some nearby residents would hike to the college with eggs and fruits and give these things to the medical staff of the Xuanyi School.
Qin Bosong was lying on the hospital bed and was also receiving treatment.
He was injured a lot and would definitely not recover in a while, but his consciousness was still there and generally would not threaten life safety.
"Bai Song, your injury is nothing. When the teacher comes, you will definitely heal after a few injections." Xiong Changbai walked over and comforted with a smile.
Even though he was forcing a smile.
Qin Baisong slowly opened his turbid old eyes, stuttered his shriveled and teeth-less mouth, and said hoarsely: "Is there any news from the teacher?"
Xiong Changbai's expression darkened, and then he squeezed out a smile: "Yes, yes, the teacher is rushing here."
"You are not very good at lying." Qin Bosong shook his head.
Xiong Changbai didn't know how to answer.
"Old Qin!"
At this time, Ma Hai quickly walked into the ward.
He looked very serious and whispered: "I heard you don't agree with my suggestions? If you continue like this, you will not be able to solve the problem at all!"
"What suggestions do you suggest?" Qin Baisong asked weakly.
"I asked all the people from the Xuanyi School to evacuate Jiangcheng and avoid the limelight for the time being. According to the information collected by our Yanghua for the Blood Demon Sect, the Blood Demon Sect will not give up. They are likely to send people again! It will be dangerous at that time."
"So you want our Xuanyi School to give up all the patients here? Mr. Ma, I can't do it, and I think the teacher will never allow me to do this. What is a doctor? Of course, we must take saving lives and healing the wounded as our responsibility!"
"Can you save lives and heal the wounded when you die?"
"My life is saved by the people, I have to be here, I have to see them!"
Qin Baisong whispered: "But I don't object to your suggestions, because what you said makes sense. Let's send someone to seek the opinions of every Xuanyi Academy. If you want to leave with you, you can take them away!"
"become!"
Ma Hai nodded and ran down immediately.
However, twenty minutes later, he rushed back with an anxious look on his face.
"Qin Baisong! What do you mean by me? No one is willing to follow me! Do you all want to die here?" Ma Hai jumped anxiously and said.
"Mr. Ma, I can't help you!" Qin Baisong shook his head and said.
"You..." Ma Hai was speechless.
At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a doctor wearing a mask and white coat shouted urgently: "Old Qin, the patient on bed No. 7 has developed acute symptoms. Several directors have not judged the cause of the disease. Please take a look!"
"Okay! I'll go there right away!"
Qin Baisong hurriedly stood up.
But the injuries of his hands and feet were involved in the movements, and he was trembling so much that he could hurt.
But he still tensed his nerves and got out of bed.
"Baisong!"
"Old Qin..."
"Don't worry, it's okay... it's okay..."
"grandfather!"
A heart-wrenching cry rang out at the door.
That was a beautiful figure.
It's none other than his granddaughter Qin Ning.
During this period, Qin Ning had been studying in Yanjing. When she learned that something happened to Qin Baisong, she flew back overnight.
Seeing Qin Baisong, who was covered in bruises and hairs and had no nails, Qin Ning's heart seemed to be cut off one by one with a knife, which was extremely uncomfortable.
"Ning'er, are you here? Come and go see the patient with grandpa, so you can study and study!" Qin Baisong squeezed out a smile and said.
"Grandpa, you're like this, why do you still have to work so hard? What about Dr. Lin? Where is he? Let him show you it." Qin Ning said in pain.
"Teacher...he hasn't come back yet..."
Qin Bosong hesitated and said, then ignored Qin Ning and walked out of the ward alone.
No matter how Qin Ning dissuades him, it is useless.
As always, Qin Baisong came to the ward to take the patient's pulse, look at the patient's ears, ask questions and diagnose the cause.
His expression was very serious. His hands trembled slightly due to the pain when taking the pulse. He could only hold his hands down, which was extremely meticulous.
Seeing this scene, all the medical staff in the ward wiped their eyes secretly and burst into tears.
Qin Ning stood at the door and cried even more.
"Who is Qin Baisong?"
At this time, a hoarse and cold voice suddenly sounded from Qin Ning's side.
Qin Ning was slightly stunned and looked around, then he realized that there was a man wearing a black windbreaker and a hat standing beside him at some point.
Under the brim of the hat, there were cold and awe-inspiring eyes.
Qin Ning subconsciously wanted to say that the person inside was Qin Baisong, but when the words reached her throat, she suddenly stopped.
She looked at the man carefully, and saw that the man was very strong and didn't look sick. She was careful and said, "Director Qin is not in the academy, she seems to have gone out."
"Where is the dragon hand, Xiong Changbai, Meng Zhou?" the man asked again.
Hearing this, Qin Ning immediately noticed the intention of the person in front of him, and his heart beat wildly.
She breathed tightly, and she became wise in a hurry, pointing to the corridor over there: "They... they should have a meeting in the conference room..."
The man walked forward without saying a word and quickly disappeared into the corridor, as if heading towards the conference room.
"Mr. Ma, Grandpa!"
Qin Ning hurriedly shouted to the people inside: "Those killers are here again! Run, run!"
"What?"
People were stunned and looked at Qin Ning.
Qin Ning wanted to say something, but at this moment, she felt like someone standing behind her back, and slowly turned her head and immediately turned pale.
The person who disappeared in the corridor just now stood behind him at some point.
At this moment, he looked at the people in the ward with expressionless expression...