This person is none other than Zhang Yongbiao. After being injured by Niu Xiaotian last night, he returned to Qingyun Town with great difficulty. Today he also came to the hospital for a physical examination, with gauze still wrapped around his shoulder.
"Little brat!"
Zhang Yongbiao's eyes were burning, he clenched his iron fist, cursed in a low voice, and approached Niu Xiaotian fiercely.
groove!
Niu Xiaotian rolled his eyes with disdain and cursed: "Don't stand here and get in my eyes."
"Humph, now that you are here, don't even think about leaving Qingyun Town. I will make arrangements for you to eat shit and drink urine!" Zhang Yongbiao gritted his teeth.
"You're so bragging! You're not afraid of blowing your mouth." Niu Xiaotian said with a mocking look on his face.
The sword is on the verge of breaking out!
At this time, a person hurried into the hospital. When he saw Niu Xiaotian, he ran over immediately.
This man was nearly fifty years old, over 1.8 meters tall, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. He was Lin Ying's father, Lin Dahai, the village director of Xingwang Village.
One look at the formation of the two men and they knew they were going to fight.
Especially Zhang Yongbiao, his eyes widened and his fists clenched making noises.
Lin Dahai took a step forward and lowered his face, "Dabiao, don't even look at where this is. Come on, don't act like a donkey here!"
"He injured me yesterday, but you, the village director, don't care about him?" Zhang Yongbiao let out a breath of cold air.
"Hu Lilie, with Xiaotian's physique, can I hurt you? I'm afraid I can't even hold you with an arm."
No wonder Lin Dahai didn't believe it. Except for Wang Muchuan who saw it with his own eyes, other villagers who knew the news didn't believe it either.
Niu Xiaotian seems to be lazy and has no strength to grasp a chicken. How can he possibly injure a tall and powerful village bully?
Zhang Yongbiao was speechless and speechless for a moment. If he told me, he would be so fucking embarrassed that he would be thrown into his grandma's house.
But Niu Xiaotian chuckled and shook his feet wantonly to show contempt.
Because Lin Dahai was here, Zhang Yongbiao finally stamped his feet, turned around and left the hospital. His balls were probably still swollen and his legs were crossed.
"Xiaotian, how is Yingzi?" Lin Dahai asked anxiously.
"Uncle Lin, don't worry. I look fine. The doctor is doing an examination. However, I'm still a little scared," Niu Xiaotian said.
"Can you not be frightened?" Lin Dahai pulled his hair hard. Thinking of his daughter's pitiful appearance in the car with no hope of help, he felt so distressed that he went crazy.
"Xiaotian, thank you!"
"You're welcome. I've been able to grow up all these years because of Uncle Lin's care."
Niu Xiaotian said this from the bottom of his heart. If Lin Dahai hadn't applied for relief funds on his behalf and paid them in full and on time, he would have been reduced to a beggar on the street.
Seeing Zhang Yongbiao leaving, Wang Muchuan quickly came over.
Lin Dahai patted Wang Muchuan on the shoulder and said gratefully: "Shuanzi, thank you too."
"I always followed Xiaotian to save people. Accountant Liu was so heavy that he almost fell into the river. After I landed on the shore, I blew air from mouth to mouth to pull him back from the Lord of Hell." Wang Muchuan scratched him.
Be polite on the back of your head, but of course don’t forget to take credit.
mouth to mouth?
Lin Dahai couldn't help but glance at Niu Xiaotian. Is this boy also with his precious daughter...
Judging from the look on Wang Muchuan's face, that's it, but it was also to save people, and it was excusable and couldn't be cared about.
"Oh, the car is broken, but fortunately the person is okay."
Lin Dahai breathed a sigh of relief, then followed the hospital signs and walked quickly towards the emergency room.
Half an hour later.
The door to the emergency room opened, and Accountant Liu and Lin Ying were pushed out one after another and put on striped hospital gowns.
The examination results showed that both of them had aseptic damage to both lungs, caused by lack of oxygen in a confined space. The condition was not serious, but they still needed to stay in the hospital for two days of observation.
It was Accountant Liu who drove the car into the river and almost killed Lin Ying.
When he saw Lin Dahai, he couldn't help but shed tears of shame and apologized again and again, crying so ugly.
Seeing such cowardice, Lin Dahai refrained from scolding and gave a few symbolic words of comfort. He was more concerned about his daughter.
Seeing her father, Lin Ying felt even more aggrieved and burst into tears.
"I kept calling daddy in the car, but there was no response."
Lin Ying cried so hard that the distressed Lin Dahai, a man of 1.8 meters, was at a loss and wanted to suffer for his daughter, "Blame me, blame me!"
"It's my fault for not listening to Xiaotian." Lin Ying regretted.
"Xiao Tian is a good boy."
Lin Dahai could only say this. Niu Xiaotian claimed to be enlightened by gods, was proficient in the magician's way, and was open to both humans and animals. He made money in various ways in the village, and he did not interfere. He was already extremely tolerant.
Village officials are also officials, so of course they cannot support feudal superstition!
Niu Xiaotian's clothes were already half-dried by his body temperature, so he followed the nurse and pushed Lin Ying into the ward.
"Xiaotian, you are a warrior."
"Wrong, it's Niu Daha."
Niu Xiaotian corrected him seriously, which made Lin Ying laugh so much that she coughed and said she couldn't stand it anymore, so she took Niu Xiaotian's hand.
Seeing this scene, Lin Dahai retreated silently.
The two children grew up together and had a good relationship. He had known for a long time that, unfortunately, they were not destined to be together. His daughter would eventually go to college. Niu Xiaotian, who was uneducated, was destined to never get out of this ravine.
The two were chatting and laughing, but they aroused dissatisfaction from a mother who was accompanying them in the same ward. She couldn't help shouting: "Can you please keep your voice down?"
This is a well-dressed middle-aged woman who still retains her charm. Her golden earrings, shiny diamond rings, and a jade bracelet that looks like a puddle of water cannot hide her sad face.
Every sigh is an expression of unhappiness.
Lin Ying stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.
Niu Xiaotian wasn't angry either. The ward really shouldn't be noisy. Only then did he notice the patient being cared for by the middle-aged woman.
She was also a girl, her hospital gown was baggy, she was so thin that she was skinny and skinny, her cheekbones were protruding, her eyes were sunken, and there was no trace of color on her face.
There was a bottle hanging on the bedside. The girl stared at the ceiling blankly without blinking, as if the world had nothing to do with her.
"Auntie, what disease does she have?" Lin Ying asked.
"No eating, no talking."
The middle-aged woman only replied with six words, followed by a long sigh.
Niu Xiaotian stood up and moved a little closer. The girl's forehead was very gray and uneven in color, forming a flat snake-like pattern.
This is the tan snake among the six protective gods, which represents scary and weird things.
Infused with the power of true martial arts by his master, Niu Xiaotian's eyes are unique and can see people's complexions, which is an important reference for physiognomy and disease diagnosis.
The girl's complexion was dark, and she had been ill for a long time. She must have been severely frightened, which caused her soul to become unbalanced.
"She has been ill for more than a year. She must have encountered something terrible. She has a strong sense of self-protection and has closed herself off. However, she cannot hear or see, and there is no way to relieve herself." Niu Xiaotian asserted.
"How did you know?" the middle-aged woman asked in surprise.
"I'm a warlock and can read fortune tellers. It's not a good idea to try to nourish yourself like this. Sooner or later, the oil will run out." Niu Xiaotian sighed and shook his head.
The girl is really pitiful, her flowery age is about to wither away in the autumn wind.
Hearing what Niu Xiaotian said, the middle-aged woman immediately burst into tears, wiped her hands a few times, and asked tentatively: "Young man, is there any way you can save my daughter? I have searched all the big hospitals and psychiatrists, but there is nothing."
After all, she is only seventeen years old!"
"Don't cry! You have to tell me first, how did she get sick?"
"Alas, in March last year, a crane hit a student to death. My daughter witnessed it with her own eyes and fell ill after returning home." The middle-aged woman sighed and wiped away tears.
"I know it happened near the town's high school. The girl died miserably. During that time, everyone was too scared to go out at night." Lin Ying answered.