Juvenile Medical God

Seeing that Ye Zhongjun’s car flew out of the expressway, Qin Ming and Tang San thought that everything was easy.

The two chose the nearest exit and drove the car out of the highway, and Tang San and Qin Lang exchanged positions. Although Tang San said that this is because Qin Lang does not have a driver's license, it is actually because Tang San is somewhat afraid. Qin Lang is too wild to drive. Tang San really does not want to repeat the mistakes of Ye Zhongjun.

After the city's expressway, Tang San drove the car into a repair shop.

Of course, this car does not need to be repaired, only because the people in Tangmen need to recycle the vehicle. Because Qin Lang’s mission has been completed, the car will certainly not appear in Anrong in the short term. .

At least, you can't reappear with such colors and license plates.

"I don't think it's so simple to kill people."

The car was left in the repair shop, and Qin Lang and Tang San returned to the hotel by taxi. After arriving at the room, Qin Lang sent such a feeling.

“Simple?” Tang San snorted. “The money is of course simple! If you have money, complicated things will become very simple; if you don’t have money, simple things will become complicated. For example, if you don’t have Give money to Tangmen to buy news, did not give money to rent a car, do you think things will be so simple? In fact, as long as you have money, there is even simpler, you don't even need to personally shoot, completely handed over to the professional killer to do, you It’s not easy to take a little risk.”

"Listen to what you said, it seems that there are some truths." Qin Lang nodded slightly.

"Crap! The meaning of the existence of these professionals is to make complex things simple enough." Tang San snorted, "It is you, complicate the simple things."

"I know that as long as you have money, it is really easy to kill people. But you should admit that there are some things that kill some people, or do it yourself, how do you feel?"

Tang San thought about it carefully and agreed with Qin Lang's point of view: "Yes, it will be a pleasure to kill by hand. If you let others do it, it is like watching a dream av film. Your heart is imagining yourself in the film." *, but in fact it is someone else who is acting on your behalf, and it is not yourself who finally gets real pleasure."

"Yes, you are professional in this analysis." Qin Lang smiled, took out the beer that had been iced before, opened two bottles, handed it to Tang Sanyi, and then the two touched the bottle. Celebrate today’s action. But Tang San’s mouthful of wine just spewed out of his throat, and let him spray a short message –

The goal is alive!

Ye Zhongjun actually did not die!

"He is still alive! Why didn't he die?" After seeing the news, Qin Lang lamented with a sigh, and then added, "He must die!"

"Crap! This is inevitable! We both personally went out. If he didn't die, I would be embarrassed to say that I was a professional killer!" Tang San snorted. "Mom, it is really a good person who does not live longevity." Thousands of years! So fiercely hit, this is not dead yet!"

"Hey, what a perfect 'accident', I can't think of it because it's perfect, even God can't go with us, give us an 'accident surprise'. However, the 24 disappeared real-time information service should not be over yet, it seems We also need to plan an 'accidental death', I don't believe that he can still live this time!" Qin Lang finished, drinking a bottle of beer in his hand.

The real-time information of Tangmen was quickly returned, and the hospital, ward number and even the number of bodyguards that Ye Zhong gave him were all in the information.

This time, Qin Lang and Tang San just discussed it briefly and went to the hospital where Ye Zhongjun was.

Because Qin Lang began to discover that no matter how careful and perfect the plan, it is difficult to achieve an absolutely perfect result. If the reality can be carried out in a meticulous manner according to the plan, Ye Zhongjun should have been a dead person, and will not stay in the surgical intensive care unit on the fifth floor of Anrong City Orthopaedic Hospital.

At this point, Ye Zhongjun has been awake after surgery, although there are several places where the fracture, but there is no life, at this time Ye Zhongjun's parents are talking about his condition outside the ward with the doctor.

"Doctor, what happened to my son?" asked Ye Zhongjun's mother.

"There should be no big problem," the doctor said. "The operation was successful, and the others were not awake."

"This...the doctor, although he is awake, but he was actually talking about his dreams before he was awake, saying that he was harmed by a beggar, and a beggar avenged him and asked for his life..." Yem worriedly said .

"At the time of the operation, he also said something similar." The doctor frowned and said, "Is he afraid of it?"

"How could my son be afraid of this thing!" Ye Zhongjun's father snorted. "Is it because his brain has been hit? You haven't checked it carefully!"

"Ye Zong, how can we be so careless, we have done the brain ct to Ye Shaoye, I am sure that his brain should be no problem. However, the brain is very mysterious and sensitive, and I am not entirely sure whether his brain is out. The problem. Moreover, when people are talking nonsense, it is not necessarily that the brain has been hit, or it may be because of other reasons, such as what kind of stimulation, etc., doctors said.

"Hey - **** it!" At this time, Ye Zhongjun’s scream came from the ward!

Ye Zhongjun’s parents and doctors rushed into the ward, but did not find any defects in the ward, so Ye mother comforted and said: “Zhong Jun, there is nothing wrong here, don’t be afraid.”

"Yes! Just outside the window, you didn't see it!" Ye Zhongjun's face showed a panic color. "Really, a red dragonfly is as red as blood. It stares at the window glass. I...provoked me, it was also on the highway before... Yes, that is... it is coming again!"

"Son, don't worry... Nothing, Mom is here, no one dares to ask for your life!" Ye mother said comfortably.

Ye father frowned: "Zhong Jun, you are the man of our Ye family, how could it be scared by a bug!"

"Dad... that's not an ordinary bug, it's a fateful soul... Yes, I remember that one time I hit a person, the blood is so red-"

"Stop! Don't talk nonsense!" Ye father interrupted Ye Zhongjun's words, and then called the doctor outside. "What happened to my son, is there an anesthesia problem?"