rebirth of cataclysm

"Young man, what does your family do?" A woman in bed No. 2, who was feeding her husband with an aluminum lunch box, wiped her husband's mouth with a tissue and asked Hu Mingchen.

The husband was repairing the house at home and accidentally fell off the shelf. He broke one of his sternum and one of his hands.

"Honey, my family is a farmer." Hu Mingchen helped Hu Jianqiang hold the bowl while he drank the chicken soup with a spoon.

The chicken soup was not stewed by Hu Mingchen. For convenience, there was a shop selling crock pot soup outside the hospital, so he went directly to get a bowl.

"I'm afraid not. I see that none of those who come to visit your uncle are poor." The woman glanced at the row of nutritional products in the corner and said.

It is not that no one comes to see other patients, but they either come empty-handed, weigh some fruits or bring a bowl of rice. Those boxed nutritional supplements are relatively expensive, and ordinary people will not buy them, especially those who come from rural areas for hospitalization.

Not many people will buy it.

Hu Jianqiang and Hu Mingchen looked the same as them. They were dressed simply and lived in a crowded ward with four rooms. However, in this ward, only Hu Mingchen had six or seven boxes of high-end nutritional supplements beside his stool. Even this morning, Wang Zhan went to the wholesale

Before the market opened, a box of bird's nest syrup and a box of eight-treasure porridge were also delivered.

"They are rich, but they have nothing to do with our family." Hu Mingchen said.

"They should arrange a single ward for your family. I heard that there is one upstairs. The environment is very good. Each person has a room, and there is a toilet and a TV. It's so shabby for your family to live here. Even those bosses are not good.

There’s not even a place to sit,” said the patient with a cast on his right foot in bed No. 1.

This man is about thirty years old, thin, dark, with shaggy hair. He looks like he just came off the construction site. At first glance, he seems to be envious of his good intentions, but combined with his tone and disdainful expression, it can be heard that

, people are actually ridiculing and sarcastic.

Hu Mingchen didn't answer his words. It was clear that everyone was at the bottom, but the boss came to see him and was a little bit public. It was understandable that he was dissatisfied and felt disturbed.

Hu Jianqiang wanted to say something, but Hu Mingchen slapped him and stopped him.

Seeing that both Hu Mingchen and Hu Jianqiang pretended not to hear, they simply turned over on bed No. 1 and ignored them, pretending to be asleep.

"Young man, why don't the adults at home come to take care of you? Let you take care of a baby." The old lady taking care of her grandson in bed No. 2 interjected and asked.

This old lady had just fed her grandson breakfast. She didn't even wash the bowl and spoon, so she just wiped them with paper.

"Grandma, everyone in the family has something to do, so I will take care of it for the time being," Hu Mingchen said.

"Xiaochen, come on, help me up, I have to go to the toilet." Hu Jianqiang knocked on Hu Mingchen's hand and demanded.

"Uncle Third, if you can't get up, I'm going to get you a urinal right now."

"It's okay, it's okay, I have to go to the toilet. There are so many people here, I can't let go." Hu Jianqiang said in an embarrassed voice in a low voice.

There were not only many people in the ward, but also women. How could Hu Jianqiang, who was not yet married, do it under such circumstances?

Hu Jianqiang desperately asked Hu Mingchen to help her go to the toilet, but she couldn't resist, so Hu Mingchen had to put plastic slippers on him and help him up.

The clothes Hu Jianqiang wore yesterday had been thrown away by Hu Mingchen because they were stained with a lot of blood, and a new hospital gown was bought for him to wear in the hospital.

With Hu Mingchen's support, Hu Jianqiang leaned against the wall and slowly walked to the door of the ward. At this moment, someone else came and blocked the door.

When they saw the person coming, Hu Mingchen and Hu Jianqiang's expressions instantly became very ugly. The reason was simply because the person who came was a Black Panther.

"Hey, where are you two going? Are you going to be discharged from the hospital so soon?" Black Panther smiled playfully, with the words "gloating" clearly written on his face.

"It doesn't matter where we go, just get out of the way." Hu Jianqiang believed that it was them who were responsible for the beating, and his beating was inseparable from the other party, so he said angrily, "A good dog doesn't block the way."

Hu Jianqiang felt that this was in a hospital, and no matter how arrogant the other party was, he would not dare to do anything.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Believe it or not, I will beat you to the point of paralysis right now." Huang Mao, who was following the black panther, reached out and poked Hu Jianqiang's forehead viciously.

Hu Mingchen grabbed the other person's index finger and broke it down. Huang Mao shrank to the ground.

"It hurts, it hurts, it's broken, let go quickly, oh, it's broken."

Black Panther was startled by Hu Mingchen's sudden move and asked. When he came to his senses, he raised his hand and was about to hit Hu Mingchen.

As the weaker side, how could Hu Mingchen let the Black Panther strike first? As soon as the Black Panther raised his hand, Hu Mingchen kicked him in the crotch. The Black Panther's legs immediately closed together, and his whole body instantly became sluggish.

Seeing a fight at the door, everyone in the ward hurriedly ran away, fearing that it would affect them. The patient in bed No. 1 at the door, who was pretending to be asleep, just stood up and took a look, and quickly moved his sick leg away.

Lest someone come over and hold you down.

The one named Erwa seemed to be picking out his fingernails all the time. He didn't know if he was eating directly with his hands all day long. He didn't expect that the other party would take the lead. The knife in his hand was still picking at his fingernails.

When the yellow-haired one let out a scream, he was so frightened that he picked a gash on his finger with the tip of the knife.

But at this time Erwa had no time to take care of the small wound on his hand, and twisted the knife in his right hand to stab it.

"Don't move." Hu Mingchen pointed at Erwa with his left hand and shouted.

Not to mention, Erwa really stopped in his tracks.

"If you move again, his hand will be broken." As he spoke, Hu Mingchen's right hand became stronger.

"Ouch, let go, let go, it hurts." As soon as Hu Mingchen increased his strength, Huang Mao responded accordingly.

Huang Mao tried to pull his hand out, but he couldn't. It felt like his hand was not being pinched, but like it was clamped by pliers, unable to move at all.

Although he was holding a knife, but it was a rat-proof weapon, Erwa did not move forward: "Let him go, let him go quickly, do you hear me, I tell you, if you don't let him go, you will be dead."

The fighting here, especially Huang Mao's continuous screams, not only attracted the attention of the hospitalized patients and their families, but also attracted the attention of the nursing station.

It is the nature of Chinese people to watch the excitement. Soon some family members and patients who could go to the ground gathered around to see what happened. However, these people did not get too close, especially when they saw Erwa holding a knife in his hand.

Everyone keeps a proper distance.

Two nurses also ran to take a look. When they saw that there was a fight, they immediately turned around and ran back. After a while, two security guards from the hospital arrived at the scene.

The two security guards were in their forties or fifties, and their gray security uniforms were rumpled. When they arrived at the scene, they did not force their way in, but were just slightly closer than the onlookers.

They are laid-off workers who find a job as security guards in hospitals to earn a living. They don't need to take too many risks, and they don't have any handy tools.

"What are you doing? If you have something to say, say it well. If you have something to say, say it well." A security guard advised from the side.

"Go away, you don't have to worry about our affairs." Erwa scolded her in a disgraceful manner.

"Young man, this is a hospital. It's not good for you to have a bad influence. Don't fight. What can't you say?" Another security guard also advised.

"Are you blind? This kid is beating people." Erwa yelled and cursed.

In fact, everyone present noticed that the initiative at the scene was in the hands of Hu Mingchen. He was holding a person to threaten him, and there was another person next to him who was covering his crotch in pain. But Erwa had a knife after all, and Hu Mingchen was a

The child, therefore, feels that the second child is more threatening.

"Young man, please let him go. How about you let him go first?" A security guard turned around and advised Hu Mingchen.

However, before Hu Mingchen could say whether to let go or not, Black Panther, who was still in pain while holding his crotch, suddenly straightened up and punched Hu Mingchen on the shoulder.

Hu Mingchen's attention was originally on Erwa, and he had to protect Hu Jianqiang behind him. Coupled with the distraction of the security guard's persuasion, Hu Mingchen did not notice the little move of the Black Panther, so he received a real punch.

Out of an instinctive reaction, when his shoulder was hurting, the right hand holding Huang Mao's finger naturally flicked it. With a click, Huang Mao's right index finger immediately showed a very strange posture, and the index finger almost turned to the back of the hand.

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"Ah!" A blood-curdling scream immediately wailed from Huang Mao's mouth, resounding throughout the entire inpatient unit. Those onlookers felt a little creepy when they heard it.

There is no doubt that Huang Mao's finger is really broken.

Black Panther's second punch hit Hu Mingchen on the cheek. Hu Mingchen had already let go of Huang Mao, so he raised his head and avoided Black Panther's fist. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed his wrist.

Hu Mingchen wanted to twist Black Panther's hand behind his back and pin him down in front of him.

Unfortunately, Hu Mingchen was very strong, but his palm was still too small. Hu Mingchen couldn't squeeze the black panther's thick wrist. If he couldn't hold it, it would be difficult to exert force. The black panther tried hard and was pinched by Hu Mingchen.

As soon as he could hold his hand, he took it off. Not only did he take it off, but he also bumped into Hu Mingchen, almost knocking him down.

The Black Panther may not have learned and exercised as consistently as Hu Mingchen, but he couldn't stand up to his burly physique and strength.

After being hit, Hu Mingchen felt very uncomfortable in his chest. In addition, he received a punch on his left shoulder and felt that he could not use his left hand.

Erwa originally wanted to step forward to help with a knife, but the door was too narrow, and there was a yellow hair sitting on the ground, so there was not enough space to use it.

Seeing that Brother Black Panther had the upper hand anyway, Erwa didn't go forward and stood aside to hold the battle. If there was a chance for a comeback, he would stab out diagonally.

"Pah!" Hu Mingchen received a slap on the face. Not only did five finger prints immediately appear on his face, but the corners of his mouth were also bloody.