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Chapter 100 Brother, You Hold On

The moon was dark and the wind was high, two figures sneaked into the outpatient department of Aihua Hospital without making a sound. The front desk nurse on duty was dozing off when a breeze blew across her face by chance. She opened her eyes blankly and looked at the empty space. At the front desk, he covered his mouth and yawned.

Shen Bai sat in the leather swivel chair behind the desk, put down the intracranial CT that he had done for Cong Lang, and pinched his brows fiercely sleepily.

He has been up all night for two nights, and the whites of his eyes are covered with bloodshot eyes, and the coffee made by his assistant has been cold for some time.

Shen Bai didn't care, picked it up and drank it all in one breath, and then stared at the CT that he had seen countless times. The white coat on his body was still neat and clean, but he was obviously more depressed than usual, so that he broke into the office He didn't notice the two of them.

Until someone knocked on the solid wood tabletop, Shen Bai raised his head, saw the person coming, and suddenly lost his voice, "Why are you here?"

"Take me to Cong Lang's ward." Lan Jing raised his eyes under the brim of the peaked cap.

Shen Bai was stunned for a moment, walked to the door and took a look outside, then closed the door and window, looked back and looked at Lan Jing and the golden knife behind him, and said in a low voice, "Do you know how many people are guarding the hospital now? ?”

Lan Jing didn't answer, but just repeated, "Take me to see him."

Shen Bai stared at him for a while, then shook his head, sat down again, crossed his hands on the table and said, "I don't know what happened between you and Cong Lang, but I also heard some rumors. Father is chasing you like this, I can't take you there."

Jin Dao nodded secretly in his heart, it would be best if he couldn't see it, so he left quickly.

But Lan Jing didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. He crossed the table at a speed that others had no time to react, and directly slashed on the back of Shen Bai's neck with a knife.

Golden knife, "..."

Lan Jing caught Shen Bai's fallen body, helped him to lie down on the sofa, then winked at Jin Dao, and dialed the short number of the nurse's desk.

"The patient in 301, Cong Lang, needs to take his temperature, so let's go over now."

The nurse on duty was a little unclear, so the patient named Cong Lang was still in the intensive care unit, and she was taken care of by the dean himself, so she confirmed, "The patient in room 301 is named Xia Xin, the patient you mentioned Cong Lang Is Lang the one with number 4-1?"

"Oh, yes..." Lan Jing's voice was a little bit apologetic and exhausted, "I'm sorry, I'm dizzy from staying up all night, don't go, I'll go and have a look by myself."

The little nurse girl didn't hear the difference between the blue scene and the deep white tone on the phone. She only felt that the dean's voice was nice and gentle. Do not know at all.

Lan Jing is a frequent visitor to this hospital, knowing that 4-1 is a sterile intensive care unit, after calling to confirm Cong Lang's location, he found a set of isolation suits from Shen Bai's cabinet and put them on, then turned his head He looked at Jin Dao, who was also quickly putting on the isolation suit on himself.

"You don't have to follow me."

While wearing an isolation mask, Jin Dao waved his hands at Lan Jing reservedly, nonsense, I won’t follow, what if you cut off my father, the gold master?

After the two were fully equipped, they came out of Shen Bai's office, and then Lan Jing led the golden knife up to the fourth floor.

There were two bodyguards standing outside the intensive care unit of 4-1, and Lan Jing walked over holding the recording board that came from Shen Bai.

Lan Jing was similar in physique to Shen Bai, and the isolation suit covered him from head to toe. The two guards did not recognize him and bowed slightly to him, "Doctor Shen."

Lan Jing nodded slightly, and pushed open the door of the ward.

Seeing a person lying with gauze on his head, an oxygen tube inserted, and surrounded by various instruments, Lan Jing's body under the isolation suit began to tremble uncontrollably.

The steps under his feet suddenly became heavy, and Lan Jing moved forward two steps with difficulty. The chest of the patient on the hospital bed could hardly see the ups and downs, and the line on the ECG monitor also fluctuated in a frightening arc. with.

The tyrannical blood of anger and hatred had finally cooled down in his body in the past two days. Looking back, Lan Jing almost didn't recognize the cruel, cruel and vicious self at that time.

How could he kill this man like this.

Lan Jing bit his lips tightly, under the oxygen-thin mask, the smell of blood rushed straight into his nose.

After a long time, he slowly stretched out his hand towards the person on the bed, and Jin Dao watched Lan Jing's movements vigilantly, for fear that someone who didn't keep an eye on him would break Young Master Cong's fragile neck with a snap.

But then there was a trace of astonishment in Jin Dao's expression, and I saw Lan Jing gently rubbed Cong Lang's cheek with his rubber-gloved hand, which was an extremely intimate gesture.

Jin Dao blinked, looked at Lan Jing, then at his benefactor father, and was about to say something when there was a sudden commotion outside, and then the door of the ward was pushed open vigorously, Shen Bai livid with iron Face came in.

"Go!" Jin Dao grabbed Lan Jing decisively, knocked away the oncoming Shen Bai, and rushed out of the ward.

The two bodyguards outside were not wearing isolation suits and did not dare to come in rashly. They were guarding the door and calling for support. In less than half a second, two figures, one in front and one behind, suddenly rushed out.

The two sides met suddenly, and fought together before seeing the expression on the other's face.

The two were wearing isolation suits, and their movements were not very smooth, but Shu Mingcheng arranged here for two master fighters.

Seeing that everyone else was rushing towards him, Lan Jing gritted his teeth, pushed away the enemy who was rushing towards him, and shouted decisively, "to the right."

When Jin Dao heard it, he didn't want to fight. He leaned back to the extreme to avoid the sweeping wind, then rolled on the spot, and ran to the stairs on the right with Lan Jing.

The doctors and nurses on duty, as well as the patients in the hospital, came out of the door to watch the excitement.

Lan Jing and Jin Dao quickly descended the fire stairs, and when they broke through the iron gate at the end, they found that there was a parking lot outside.

And there were no less than twenty people from Shu Mingcheng guarding the parking lot.

Jin Dao looked at the burly black-clothed men in front of him who looked capable of fighting, and felt like crying without tears.

Think of him as a killer, who plays the assassin style, and pays attention to taking the opponent's head quietly in the army, rather than confronting the enemy head-on.

This time I'm afraid I really have to explain it here.

The scene in front of me was so similar to that one day, but the person standing beside him was no longer that person. Lan Jing squinted his eyes, slowly drew out his saber, and said to Jin Dao in a low voice, "I'll hold them back, you go first."

"Stop it, you can eat people with a soft mouth and short hands..." Jin Dao patted Lan Jing's shoulder, and in a blink of an eye saw the enemy pounced on him, and immediately broke up the team and ran away, "Brother, hold on, I will return the commission to you." It's on Young Master Cong's account!"

Lan Jing, "..."