The noise in the corridor gradually quieted down after Mo Shangyun found a kitchen knife on his neck.
The security guards gathered around the door. They had obviously never seen a big scene of hostage-taking, and they were all a little panicked.
Nurses, doctors, patients and their families were in a mess in the corridor, but most of them kept a certain distance from the ward.
However, there are also some people who are not very discerning and are still standing around outside, taking videos with their mobile phones.
Lu Yang looked at this sudden scene, estimated the distance between him and the robber and the possibility of knocking the robber unconscious with the book in his hand. He inadvertently glanced at Mo Shangyun who was being treated as a hostage. He was shocked to see Mo Shangyun.
There was no fluctuation in the expression on Jun's face, and the emotion between her brows and eyes was filled with disgust and speechlessness, without any consciousness of being a hostage.
Lu Yang subconsciously touched his neck, hesitated for a moment, and chose to just accept the fact that he was a cripple.
To be able to maintain such composure even when a knife is held to your neck, you must have the skills to protect yourself.
He doesn't need to worry.
The security guard put on a posture of negotiating with the robber. Mo Shangyun noticed the unstable mood of the man holding the knife and the trembling knife on his neck. He was afraid that he would be accidentally injured. After thinking about it, he moved his neck back slightly.
Moved it a bit.
"Don't move! If you move again I'll kill you!"
The man holding the knife felt Mo Shangjun's movement and immediately roared angrily.
He lowered his head subconsciously, glanced at Mo Shangyun, and noticed the fruit knife in her hand, which almost exploded, "Damn it, put the knife down quickly!"
Mo Shangjun paused for a moment.
She raised her head calmly, but the security guard was going crazy with her.
Put the knife down quickly!
This man has lost his mind. As a hostage, she will do whatever they want her to do!
Moreover, how can one be so calm and composed when a knife is held to his neck? He couldn’t just happen to meet someone who wants to commit suicide, right?!
"Hey," Mo Shangyun said slowly, his calm eyes fell on the man behind him, and he asked word by word, "Are you sure, am I being taken as a hostage?"
When she asked such a nonsensical question, the man looked at her strangely, thinking that this woman must be a fool. He raised his eyebrows and raised his voice again, "I asked you to put down the knife!"
After roaring, he raised his head again, stared at the person outside the door with wide eyes, and said fiercely: "You guys call that bitch named Chen Hua over here quickly, one life for another! Or I'll kill her!"
This loud voice was really noisy, and Mo Shangyun couldn't help but frown.
However, since you really took her as a hostage, don't blame her for being rude...
Taking advantage of the man's gaze outside, Mo Shangyun turned the fruit knife in his hand, and the blade was pointed directly at the hand holding the kitchen knife. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, the fruit knife came out from the back of that hand.
Stab it in.
She controlled the force without piercing or piercing too deeply. She controlled it within a range that would allow him to let go of the kitchen knife due to pain.
The moment the kitchen knife fell, Mo Shangyun raised his other hand to catch it to prevent himself from being accidentally injured.
"Oh shit!"
The man behind him cursed angrily, raised his other hand, raised his fist and hit Mo Shangyun on the head.
Mo Shangyun calmly pushed the wheelchair back. Just as the man was halfway through swinging his fist, he was hit hard by the wheelchair. He immediately screamed and lowered his fist automatically.
The wheelchair slid forward two meters and then rotated ninety degrees. Mo Shangjun raised his uninjured right foot. When the man tried to pounce again, Mo Shangjun kicked him on the knee rudely.
When he screamed in pain, another kick was given to his lower abdomen, kicking him two to three meters away and falling to the ground.
Solving it easily, without even warming up, Mo Shangjun took back his feet and looked at the man with a little regret.
Looking at the tall man, I didn't expect him to be so inexperienced.
Security guards, doctors, patients, etc. outside the door: "..."
They stared at this sudden reversal in stunned silence, blinking their eyes, and could not recover for a moment.
When he reacted, in addition to his admiration for Mo Shangyun, he also felt pity for the man who fell to the ground.
Tsk.
Such a tough man fell into the hands of a girl in a wheelchair.
The security guards reacted quickly. They were stunned for a moment when the man fell to the ground, but the next moment they rushed forward, subdued the man directly, and took him out.
The man also injured many people in the corridor. It was absolutely impossible to let him leave so easily. The police were definitely called.
Mo Shangjun handed the murder weapon, the kitchen knife, to one of the security guards. The security guard who took the kitchen knife was very young, in his early twenties. He looked at Mo Shangjun with emotion while holding the kitchen knife, and then turned back.
I don't know when a blush appeared on my face.
I was too anxious to pay attention before, but when I took a look, I realized that this girl was not only very powerful, but also very beautiful.
awesome.
The little security guard sighed and walked out of the door with a kitchen knife.
The corridor outside continued to be lively for a while.
The injured were taken away by doctors and nurses to find a place to bandage.
There were two people standing at the door talking. Mo Shangyun listened to a few words and probably knew the whole story.
——Probably the man’s wife was involved in a traffic accident and was sent in for rescue. She was already breathing a breath. Doctor Chen Hua tried his best but couldn’t save her. The man collapsed for a while and went home to get a kitchen knife.
So he turned back and planned to die with the doctor.
Fortunately, he didn't succeed.
After Mo Shangyun figured out the situation and lost his curiosity, he planned to close the door.
However, just as the door was closing halfway, suddenly a figure jumped into view, holding one hand against the door that was about to close, followed by a sound that made people's skin crawl all over -
"This is not my son's high school classmate, Mo...what is Mo?"
Mo Shangjun looked at the aunt in her early fifties in front of her, and carefully looked at the face that occupied all the field of vision due to her weight gain, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Mo Shangjun."
"Yes, yes, Mo Shangyun."
The aunt who appeared like wind pushed the door completely open, then walked directly in. After sizing up the ordinary double ward like a leader, she turned around, looked at Mo Shangjun's beautiful face, and then looked at
Looking at her bandaged left foot, she asked somewhat deliberately: "What's wrong with your leg?"
"Twisted." Mo Shangyun replied lightly.
"Is it okay?" the aunt clicked her tongue.
"……able."
Mo Shangyun resisted the urge to kick the person out and answered.
The aunt clicked her tongue again, and then asked curiously: "I heard that you went to serve as a soldier. Does your leg injury have any impact?"
"No."
There were almost no questions in Mo Shangyun's answering voice.
However, the aunt didn't pay attention to her tone at all, but just walked around her in a circle.
It looks like picking out vegetables at the vegetable market, which is really hard to make people feel good about.
Lu Yang, who had one leg hanging in the air and couldn't move, glanced at Mo Shangyun with some sympathy.
It is quite difficult for her to deal with such a familiar aunt.
"Do you want my son to come and take a look at you?" After examining Mo Shangjun's injuries, the aunt said with a hint of pride, "He is now a surgeon. He just completed his internship and has now become a full-time surgeon. I am not here to see a doctor.
Yes, no, because he is too busy, I specially brought him food."
"..."
Mo Shangyun simply said nothing.
She had very little time in high school, let alone her classmates and their parents. Even among her classmates, she only remembers An Chen, and only a few others have any impressions, let alone their names.
She didn't kick this aunt out now because she already cared about her family's upbringing.
"By the way, do you have a boyfriend now?" Auntie rolled her eyes, looked at Mo Shangyun and said, "You are so busy being a soldier, you don't have time to fall in love, right?"
Mo Shangjun looked back at her thoughtfully.
Doesn’t this aunt feel that her purpose is not pure?
"Say something." Seeing that she remained silent, the aunt became anxious, "Even if you don't have a boyfriend, no one will laugh at you."
"Well."
Mo Shangyun spoke out, but did not give a definite answer.
She is indeed single, but...
"No?" The aunt's eyes almost popped out of her head. She said almost happily, "My son is also single. You don't know, but he has liked you since high school. He was writing a love letter at home on Valentine's Day, and I found him.
Tear it up. Later, when I went to college, it was also because you rejected the pursuit of many outstanding girls. This silly boy... He is busy downstairs. I will call him, you old classmates, and catch up on old times."
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