Fan Zhenxing was on the surgical floor of the inpatient department of the Second People's Hospital. Before entering the inpatient department building, Liu Yang bought a basket of fruit in the hospital's supermarket, and Xiao Ting and he took the elevator to the front desk of the nursing station.
After waiting for Fan Guobing to come over, the group walked towards Fan Zhenxing's ward.
Ward.
Fan Zhenxing, who had just arrived in Jinling, had almost no relatives or friends here. This time he came to Jinling to have fun and visit his uncle Fan Guobing.
Fan Guobing pushed open the door and entered, followed closely by Liu Yang and Xiao Ting.
"uncle!"
Fan Zhenxing, who was lying ill on the hospital bed, immediately became energetic and said after seeing Fan Guobing walking in.
Both sides of Fan Zhenxing's face were covered with gauze, which made him look miserable.
Soon, Fan Zhenxing saw Liu Yang walking in.
When an enemy met, he was extremely jealous. In an instant, Fan Zhenxing shouted loudly: "You bastard, aren't you crazy? Now you know who I am. If you dare to hit me, what the hell -
"
"Ouch--"
Fan Zhenxing struggled to get out of bed, but he was hoarse in pain and grinned.
Not to mention that his face hurt when he spoke. He even had several ribs broken by being kicked and was still waiting for surgery.
After Fan Zhenxing finished screaming, he whispered in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, help me teach him a lesson, slap him hard, and beat his face to pieces!"
Even though Fan Zhenxing couldn't roar loudly, his face was ferocious and vicious.
Hearing his nephew's words, Fan Guobing's mouth twitched several times——
People who didn't know better thought that Fan Guobing brought Liu Yang here so that Fan Zhenxing could vent his anger.
But is this really the case?
Fan Zhenxing was furious and glared at Liu Yang fiercely, as if he wanted to eat Liu Yang alive. How could he notice his uncle's embarrassed expression?
"Master Fan, don't be angry. As for that, I bought some fruit specially to visit you," Liu Yang said with a smile.
"——"
Liu Yang's words made Xiao Ting tremble. She wanted to laugh, but was embarrassed to laugh out loud.
This guy has a poisonous mouth, right?
Seeing Liu Yang's playful smile, Fan Guobing's face turned even darker.
But what can he do? Behind Liu Yang, stands Long Shuai, whom even his father looks up to!
Fan Zhenxing rolled his eyes and almost fainted. This bastard is still pretending to me!
"You bastard, my uncle is here, you are about to die, and you still dare to show off to me, right? It would be easier for my uncle to kill you than to crush an ant!"
Fan Zhenxing shouted, and the muscles on Fan Guobing's face began to twitch.
"well!"
Liu Yang sighed and said: "Stepping on me is like stepping on an ant?
Mr. Fan, what you said is true. Do you think I am someone who is being stepped on? Ask your uncle, will he step on me?"
Looking at Liu Yang who was unharmed, he still had a look of cynicism on his face. At this moment, Fan Zhenxing finally discovered something was wrong. He slowly looked at his uncle Fan Guobing.
At this moment, Fan Guobing's face turned white and red, and he looked embarrassed.
Seeing his uncle's embarrassed expression, Fan Zhenxing's heart skipped a beat. In an instant, the arrogance he had just ignited was as if it had been doused by a basin of cold water.
"uncle--"
Fan Zhenxing stammered.
"I brought Liu Yang here to visit you. Zhenxing, let this matter end here," Fan Guobing said.
"——"
Hearing Fan Guobing's words, Fan Zhenxing felt like a bolt of lightning struck his head, like a bolt from the blue!
Why?
Is there anyone in Jinling whom uncle can't deal with?
Does this guy have anything to do with the Jiao Provincial Committee?
In Fan Zhenxing's view, in Jinling, only the Jiao Provincial Committee could make his uncle more afraid.
Seeing Fan Zhenxing's dejected look, Liu Yang placed a basket of fruits on the bedside, squinted his eyes slightly and said, "Young Master Fan, I was really impulsive. I didn't expect that I beat you so badly. I'm really sorry.
I’ll be more careful next time.”
And next time?
Fan Zhenxing's eyes darkened and he almost fainted.
Fan Guobing gritted his teeth and held back.
Xiao Ting, as for Xiao Ting, rolled his eyes, could this guy stop being so obedient when he always gets an advantage?
To put it bluntly, Liu Yang was warning Fan Zhenxing to keep a low profile in the future and not to do anything wrong to him again, otherwise he would still beat him up.
Xiao Ting didn't want to stay long, so he took out the settlement letter and a pen, walked up to Fan Zhenxing, and said, "Fan Zhenxing, please sign it."
Fan Zhenxing took the settlement letter in a daze and was immediately furious: "The settlement letter?"
Fan Guobing also just wanted Liu Yang to leave early and said, "Zhenxing, please sign."
After gritting his teeth, Fan Zhenxing took the pen from Xiao Ting's hand and signed his name on it, agreeing to the settlement.
"Liu Yang, let's go -"
Xiao Ting didn't care whether Liu Yang wanted to leave or not, so he pulled him out of the ward.
"uncle!"
After Liu Yang and Xiao Ting left, Fan Zhenxing couldn't bear it anymore. He wiped his tears and cried: "Look at how I was beaten by him. I can't swallow this breath."
Fan Guobing sighed and said, "Admit defeat."
Admit defeat?
Fan Zhenxing said unwillingly: "Why?
If my guess is correct, his relationship should be with the Provincial Committee. Is it possible that our Fan family is afraid of him because of this?"
"It's not because of this relationship," Fan Guobing shook his head.
Hearing his uncle's words, Fan Zhenxing was stunned——
In Jinling, only the uncle-level Jiao Provincial Party Committee can make his uncle afraid and admit defeat, right?
Fan Guobing said again: "Even if your grandfather is here, he has to admit defeat!"
"What!"
"Uncle, what did you say!"
Hearing what Fan Guobing said, Fan Zhenxing screamed in horror.
Soon, Fan Zhenxing thought of a person, the North War God known as the legendary existence, the undefeated myth, Long Shuai!
In Jiangnan Province and Jinling, he was a person that even Grandpa was taboo about.
However, Long Shuai lived in seclusion. Although he served as the general of the Jinling Courtyard, he had long since withdrawn from worldly affairs.
Besides, how could a seemingly ordinary person be related to Long Shuai?
Fan Guobing could tell that his nephew Fan Zhenxing had already thought of that person. He shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I think you must have guessed it. Even I still find it hard to believe that he will be Long Shuai's godson, and Long Shuai's godson."
The handsome man will also treat him as his own son."
"——"
After hearing his uncle's words, Fan Zhenxing could no longer control his body and began to tremble crazily.
Treat it as your own!
Fan Zhenxing is very clear about the weight of these four words.
Commander Long is now in Jinling, and wanting to touch his godson, whom he regards as his own, is no different from digging his own grave.