Tianyang City is so poor that the windows of the hospital still have old iron railings. As long as the force is strong enough, you can easily open an entrance and exit. After Zhou Qingfeng got in, he saw Zheng Zheng lying on the bed with great horror.
Fang Ruhu kept struggling and tried to sit up.
"Director Fang, don't you want to find your brother? I will take you to find him right now." Zhou Qingfeng reached out and gently pinched Fang Ruhu's neck. After a while, the other party fell into coma due to lack of oxygen and died. In the end, he
Pick up this worthless corpse and return to the wasteland.
On the streets of Manhattan, Zhou Qingfeng disappeared in a Mercedes-Benz pickup truck, and then reappeared holding a corpse. He quickly removed the bracket and bandage on the corpse's neck, and tore the artificial Adam's apple cartilage from the corpse.
came out.
It was as if a big hole had opened in the neck of the corpse, blood was pouring out, muscle fibers were exposed one after another, and the broken throat was clearly visible, making it look bloody and terrifying.
Zhou Qingfeng used the water bag he brought to clean the artificial Adam's apple, and whispered coldly and crazily: "Who said there are no second-hand artificial Adam's apples? Isn't this right? Something worth 180,000 yuan becomes worthless in an instant."
Late at night, Zhou Qingfeng returned to the station of the Armed Sisters and rushed directly to the medical area. He happened to see the butcher who had gone out to collect medical supplies return and was handing over various medicines and equipment he had collected during the day to the doctors in the medical area.
"Doctor Belford, can these things cure Minsk?" The butcher was exhausted, his eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes still had a fishy smell. Almost all of the medical supplies in front of him were snatched by him, so he had no choice but to
Kill less people.
"I can only say that I will try my best." Belford is a professional surgeon in his forties, a little bald, and wearing glasses. He is handing the registered material documents to the assistant beside him, and it seems that he is not answering seriously.
Butcher's words.
"Try your best? I want more than just 'try your best', you must cure my brother!" The butcher suppressed the anger in his heart and expressed his strong request with a low growl.
But Belford still had an indifferent attitude, "I am a doctor, I can only say that I try my best. I can't tell you anything that I am 100% sure about. Judging from the medicines and equipment you have collected now, Minsk
There should be no problem with sir’s tracheal repair.”
"What about his throat?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Minsk's throat was shattered by a bullet. It must be replaced with an artificial one, and we are lacking this kind of thing now."
"I searched almost all over Manhattan and couldn't find the artificial throat you mentioned. Can't you think of another way? Is there no other alternative?"
"terribly sorry,……."
"I don't like hearing you say 'I'm sorry'!"
"But all I can say is I'm sorry."
"What the hell!" The butcher, who was as strong as a bear, was extremely anxious. He lifted up Dr. Belford's collar. The heavy pressure on his neck made the doctor immediately have difficulty breathing. "Can't you tell me something?
Anything else?"
"Butcher, that's enough!" Zhou Qingfeng arrived just in time and stepped forward to save the poor doctor. If he had been a step slower, there was no guarantee that this unlucky guy would have his neck broken by the crazy butcher. "You should know that the doctor is
They talk like this. They can't guarantee you anything. Anyone who can guarantee you is definitely a liar."
"I know, but I'm just angry." The butcher snorted and took a half step back.
Dr. Belford, who was still hunched over and coughing, didn't care much about the butcher's rudeness. He waved his hand and said, "I can understand this kind of thing. I've experienced it a lot."
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the doctor again and handed over the artificial Adam's apple he brought back, "I just heard you said that you need an artificial Adam's apple. Let's see if this one can be used?"
It was such a coincidence that both the butcher and the doctor stared at Zhou Qingfeng's hand. The doctor took the artificial Adam's apple, looked at it carefully, and said doubtfully: "This is indeed an artificial Adam's apple, but it has been around for many years."
A style that was eliminated before. And..., and..."
The butcher was anxious and growled: "Just tell me if this thing can be used?"
"It can be used, but the size is not very suitable. Mr. Minsk's Adam's apple is obviously one size larger than this one. If it is used, it will affect Mr. Minsk's speech ability after surgery." Dr. Belford then used the artificial Adam's apple.
He moved closer to his nose and smelled it. His face immediately changed, "This seems to be..."
Zhou Qingfeng was very calm, and the butcher immediately guessed the origin of this thing, but he didn't care. When the doctor said it could be used, he immediately cheered loudly: "Ah hoo..., that's great, Victor, you did it"
Great! Now Minsk can stand up again. I will tell Minsk the good news immediately, and he will be happy to death."
The butcher laughed loudly and ran to Minsk's ward, woke up Minsk who was already asleep, and told him the news. As for the flaws that would affect his ability to speak, he completely forgot about it. Anyway, Minsk was just like a stone.
As long as he can breathe normally, eat normally, and be able to fight and kill, it will be fine even if he is made mute.
"Dr. Belford, is everything okay?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"You are all madmen." Dr. Belford seemed a little hard to accept, but he calmed down after sighing a few times, "Everyone who can survive in this world is madman, all madman."
"Follow us lunatics, and you don't have to go crazy." Zhou Qingfeng patted the doctor's shoulder to comfort him, and then went to Minsk's ward. The butcher was shouting, and Minsk's face was also full of smiles. He looked at
When Zhou Qingfeng came in, he drew a blowing kiss sign on the writing board.
"Oh..., my God." Zhou Qingfeng had a disgusted expression on his face, "Please, I'm not gay. I'd rather you give me a bear hug after you recover."
Minsk smiled so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth. He was already in despair. Even though he was as strong as a bear, he would become useless with a big hole in his throat.
Now is the end of the world, life is difficult, let alone treating such a trauma. But miraculously, in just a day or two, his partners found him all the materials needed for treatment. And I heard from the butcher that Zhou Qingfeng
In order to get an artificial Adam's apple, I did extraordinary things.
"Victor, you see Minsk was moved to tears. I have known you for more than 20 years, but I have never seen anything like this. I guess if he had a daughter or a sister, he would definitely be willing to marry her.
Here you go." The butcher said with a wicked smile.
Minsk also laughed cheerfully, not caring at all about the ridicule of his companions. Instead, he wrote on the writing board: "My parents did not give me a sister. But when I recover, I can
Find a woman to marry, and then have some daughters for Victor."
"Really? Then I will wait for eighteen years."
"How can we need eighteen years? We Russian girls can pursue it when they are fifteen."
"If you are impatient, you can actually be twelve years old."
"Isn't this too beastly?"
"As long as you are gentle."
The three heartless men were laughing strangely in the ward, sweeping away the gloom in their hearts.