And the nurse naturally recognized this dragon card. When she saw this card, her expression changed drastically.
Her attitude immediately became respectful, and she asked carefully, "Sir, are you a family member of hers?"
"Yes, I am her brother. I recently learned that her condition is not good. I just arrived today."
Yang Yi exhaled, and the nurse nodded, "Okay, he owes our hospital more than 50,000 yuan, and it has been settled now."
After the nurse swiped the card, she took a thick stack of medical records from the drawer and handed it to Yang Yi, "Here you go."
Yang Yi saw the key page, which said the cause of the disease.
"Broken bones, torn muscles, dislocated arms."
Whoosh!
Boundless anger suddenly erupted from him, and Yang Yi closed his eyes.
Only then could he barely stop his anger at this time.
The nurse asked again, "Sir, is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Do you know where she went?"
Yang Yi asked.
When the nurse heard this question, she frowned slightly and tried to think back.
"I remember she mentioned that she lived at No. 33 Huaxia Lane, but she didn't mention the specific location."
"Thanks."
With that said, Yang Yi and Ying Er quickly left the hospital, leaving only the frightened nurse looking at their backs.
In the car, Yang Yi looked at the medical record card in his hand, feeling angry and angry.
Xiaojie, Xiaojie, why don’t you fight back!
It's obvious that that person's death is not a pity, but you still worry about beating them to death!
He knew Duanmujie's strength. If she really took action, those little bodyguards, including the Tibetan mastiff, would not be her opponents.
Dealing with them was a piece of cake, so how could he break his legs so abruptly? Moreover, it also caused muscle tears.
These people are really deadly.
Yang Yi's eyes flashed coldly.
< br> Since Xiaojie pities them, let herself do it.
"Ying Er, go find out what the background of this Nanfeng Group is, how dare you be so crazy!"
"Also, call that young master Nan Zhen and tell him to make arrangements for his funeral. I will kill him in seven days!"
"yes!"
Ying Er didn't dare to delay for a moment.
No. 33, Huaxia Lane, Tongcheng City.
Yang Yi and Ying Er walked out of the car.
Neither their clothes nor their cars were big-name brands, so few people noticed them.
However, some people passing by would still look at them with some curiosity.
Because there are very few strangers here.
The two of them walked a few steps forward. Yang Yi saw a gray-haired old lady not far away, sitting on a mat and knitting straw mats. He was happy, walked up and asked, "Grandma,
Do you know if there is a person named Duanmujie around here?"
The old woman stopped what she was doing and looked up at the person coming. Her eyes were cloudy and slow. Her voice was old and she said, "Duan Jie? What Duan Jie?"
"Duanmujie!"
Yang Yi raised his voice slightly, and the old woman continued to do her work, muttering, "What Duanmu, I've never heard of it."
Yang Yi's eyes twitched and he was speechless.
this
Forget it, I don’t want to embarrass the old man anymore, he should just ask someone else.
With that said, he stood up and left.
At this time, the old lady murmured in a low voice, "I haven't heard of Duan Jie, but there is someone named Xiaojie here, I don't know if he is."
Yang Yi's ear has always been very good. He paused and hurried forward.
He went back to the old grandma and continued to ask, "Grandma, does the Xiaojie you mentioned live here?"
Yang Yi looked very excited. The old lady raised her wrinkled finger and pointed in one direction, "Go forward and turn left in the first alley. You will see it when you reach the end."
Yang Yi stood up and said gratefully, "Thank you, grandma."
After saying that, I walked in the direction grandma gave me.
When he reached the innermost position, Yang Yi looked at the scene in front of him.
The innermost house is not big, not gorgeous, and even a little shabby.
Yang Yi could only feel his heart pounding. He suppressed his inner excitement and hurriedly walked towards the house.
However, when he came to the door of the house, he was completely stunned.
A thin back figure, her legs were still wrapped with gauze, and the gauze around her waist was stained with blood. At this time, she was holding a cane in one hand and a bowl in the other hand, struggling to walk into the house.
go.
Yang Yi could recognize that familiar figure at a glance no matter how many years passed.
She is Duanmujie.
Yang Yi's voice trembled and he opened his mouth slowly, with guilt and longing in his tone.
"Xiao Jie"
Duanmujie, who had his back to Yang Yi, froze on the spot after hearing Yang Yi's voice, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground.
The bowl contained dried noodles with clear water, which was now spilled all over the floor.
Duanmujie turned around slowly. When she saw Yang Yi, her eyes were first shocked, then excited, and the surprise in her eyes was very obvious.
"Brother, you, you"
Duanmujie's voice suddenly became choked with sobs. She was so excited that she didn't know what to say. Her eyes were red and she was about to shed tears.
Her face is not gentle and sweet like a woman's, but more handsome and gentle like a man's. And her entire body shape is nothing like a woman, she looks exactly like a man.
Duanmujie has never liked playing with girls since she was a child, nor does she like small flowers and small skirts. She likes to practice martial arts and fight. She has a strong and honest personality and is not as coquettish as girls.
Therefore, Yang Yi has always regarded her as a good brother.
More than once, when Aunt Hua saw her like this, she lamented that she was born into the wrong child. She was obviously a man, but she was born into a daughter.
"Xiaojie, I'm sorry, I'm late!"
Yang Yi's eyes were also slightly red. He strode forward and knelt directly in front of Duanmujie on one knee.
Ying Er watched from the side. When he saw Yang Yi's actions at this time, his heart felt as if he had been exploded by an atomic bomb. He was very shocked.
Before today, he had never seen Yang Yi kneel to anyone.
Even when he met the monarch with him in Kyoto, Yang Yi did not kneel down, but simply lowered his head to signal.
But now
"Brother, what are you doing? Get up!"
Duanmujie's voice was low and hoarse like a man's. She quickly threw away the crutches in her hands and reached out to help Yang Yi up from the ground. The two hugged each other tightly and separated after a long time.
Duanmujie looked at Yang Yi carefully, with a smile on his face, and punched Yang Yi hard on the shoulder.
"Good guy, I haven't seen you for a few years, you have become more mature."
Yang Yi smiled slightly, but when he saw the gauze wrapped around Duanmujie's body, he couldn't smile anymore.
"Xiaojie, what's the matter with your injury?"
The smile on Duanmujie's face froze, then she patted Yang Yi on the shoulder and shook her head, "It's okay, I accidentally did it while I was working."
She didn't want to involve Yang Yi. After all, she was no longer working on the construction site. It was better to have less to do than to do more.
