Ever since he learned from Fu Qingfeng that the assassin was injured, Song Yan always felt a little uneasy.
Moreover, Fu Qingfeng's attitude was also very ambiguous.
Why did you invite him to tea and why did you tell him about Nangong Jun's assassination
"Is he suspecting that I have a relationship with that assassin?"
Thinking of this, Song Yan felt a little more vigilant in his heart. Although Fu Qingfeng helped rescue his uncle and wanted to win over him, he still had to be on guard against others. As his mental power became higher and higher, he found that his thoughts He becomes more enlightened and sees everything more clearly.
Suddenly, Song Yan remembered something. Today, Zhang Ziran, Li Lei, Xie Hui, and Zhang Jun did not come to school.
"Did an accident happen?"
Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhang Ziran's number.
After a while, the call was connected. Zhang Ziran's voice was slightly weak, with a slight sense of alienation: "Hey, boss, what can you do?"
"Why didn't you guys come to class today?" Song Yan asked, still feeling a little uncomfortable. It was obvious that Zhang Ziran had some grudge against him because of Su Xiaoyou.
"It's okay. We had too much fun yesterday and drank too much. It was already noon when we woke up, so we simply didn't come. But don't worry, I asked my dad to call Teacher Han to ask for leave." Zhang Nature pretends to be relaxed.
"Why don't you tell the truth in front of me? Tell me, let me see where you are now." Song Yan said in a deep voice.
"Boss, there's really no need. I just drank too much." Zhang Ziran said with a disguise in his tone.
"Zhang Ziran, if you still recognize me as the boss, tell me where you are?" Song Yan couldn't help but increase his tone, and at the same time he was a little annoyed that Zhang Ziran didn't trust him.
"Okay boss, we are on the sixth floor of the inpatient department of Xiangcheng Second Hospital."
"Okay, got it."
After hanging up the phone, Song Yan took a taxi and went straight to Xiangcheng Second Hospital.
In the ward, Zhang Ziran put away his cell phone, glanced at Li Lei and the other three, who had bandages on their heads like him, and said, "The boss is coming over."
Hearing this, the three of them looked a little flustered. Li Lei said: "The boss won't blame us for not telling him, right?"
Xie Hui said: "Probably not. We are all so miserable. He probably won't have the heart to scold us."
Zhang Jun nodded in agreement and said: "Hey, it would have been great if the boss had gone with us yesterday. With his skills, we wouldn't have rushed to the street together!" At this point, he thought of what happened in Fuyue Tower. In this scene, the boss defeated more than 30 people by himself, and he still won a great victory. That's awesome.
Twenty minutes later, Song Yan's figure appeared at the door of the ward.
He glanced around and saw that Zhang Ziran's and four others' heads were all covered with bandages, so he said angrily: "Hey, what's going on? Are you looking for a Japanese girl or a tigress?"
"Boss, we were all wrong!"
All four of them bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes like good babies.
Song Yan was still a little angry at first, but when he saw the appearance of the four people, he couldn't get angry anymore: "Zhang Jun, tell me, what's going on?"
Zhang Jun's character can't hide his words, which is why Song Yan asked him.
Sure enough, when Song Yan asked, Zhang Jun told the whole story without reservation.
It turned out that after four people went to the Paris Peninsula yesterday, they directly looked for Japanese girls. As a result, more than ten Japanese girls were so popular that only two were left. It happened that another group of people also requested the services of Japanese girls.
As a result, the two sides had a quarrel and got into a fight over a disagreement.
Although there were only three people on the other side, they were all tall adults. As a result, they were shot in the head with an ashtray.
Later, people from the Paris Peninsula took them to the hospital.
Because this incident was so embarrassing, the four of them did not dare to tell their families. They all found excuses to call their families and asked them to call Han Sha to ask for leave.
After knowing the cause and effect of the incident, Song Yan felt dumbfounded.
Later, Song Yan went to the doctor to ask. The injuries of the four people were not serious, they were all skin injuries. It was obvious that the other party had a good sense of control and could be discharged from the hospital after two or three days.
"Of course you come out, I have something to tell you." Returning to the ward, Song Yan called Zhang Ziran to the corridor outside the ward.
"Boss." Zhang Ziran looked at Song Yan with some anxiety, his eyes twinkling.
"The relationship between Su Xiaoyou and I is not what you think. She just asked me to help with something yesterday, so don't think too much about it." Song Yan explained directly.
Zhang Ziran didn't expect Song Yan to explain to him, and he was suddenly moved and felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, boss, I misunderstood you because of my wild imagination."
"Okay, we are all brothers, just talk to each other if you have anything to say." Song Yan patted Zhang Ziran's shoulder.
"Well, I know, boss."
After staying with Zhang Ziran and the four of them in the ward for a few hours, Song Yan returned to the dormitory and continued to search for Eastern medicine knowledge on the Internet.
It's just that although there is a lot of Eastern medicine knowledge on the Internet, it is a bit messy and there are even many mistakes.
Because he has the magical power of comprehensive understanding, he can master almost all the Eastern medicine knowledge he has seen. This is also the reason why he can distinguish right from wrong.
"Go to the library tomorrow and see if you can find some medical classics!"
At two o'clock in the morning, Song Yan sat cross-legged in bed and began to practice the "Pei Yuan Jing". He found that since becoming an innate warrior, his energy was extremely strong. Even if he only slept for two hours a day, he would be energetic the next day. .
At 9:30 the next morning, an international flight landed at Shuanghe Airport, the capital of Tianhe Prefecture.
A tall, handsome, blond white man walked out of the airport, took a taxi and went straight to Xiangcheng.
Two hours later.
The blond man came to a woods on the outskirts of Xiangcheng. Then, he took out a mobile phone and stared at the image on the screen. He quickly walked to a place in the woods, took out a dagger and started digging.
After a while, he dug out a black bag and opened it. Inside was a rotten head that exuded a foul odor.
But the blond man seemed not to be able to smell the rotten smell at all. He stared at the head for a few seconds before murmuring: "Stupid Hans, you still died at the hands of the Blood Rose. What I don't understand is that Blood Rose was seriously injured, how did she kill you
Are you really stupider than a pig, but no matter what, you will always be my brother, and I will use the head of a black rose to commemorate you. "
… …
In a blink of an eye, it was time for school to end again. Han Sha said to Song Yan with a serious expression: "Song Yan, come to the office."
When he came to the office, Song Yan looked at Han Sha suspiciously. He seemed to be very honest today and didn't do anything.
"Song Yan, have you forgotten your agreement with me?" Han Sha said seriously.
"What agreement?" Song Yan asked subconsciously, but as soon as the words came out, he immediately remembered that he seemed to have promised Han Sha to cook a meal for her in three days. He originally thought that Han Sha just said it casually, but now it seems But he is serious.
"What, you want to regret it?" Han Sha stood up excitedly and stared at him fiercely.
"Ha, how could that be? I'm going to buy groceries right now." Song Yan said quickly.
"Stop." As soon as Song Yan turned around, she was stopped by Han Sha.
"Hey, do you have anything else to tell me?"
Han Sha couldn't help but be amused by Song Yan's appearance, and said with a smile: "No need to buy groceries, I have already bought them."
The author's digression: I have to criticize a few book reviewers here. Since we are planning to write book reviews, why not write something useful, such as praising how handsome the author is.
For example, praise how awesome the next book is.
Maybe, when the mosquito is happy, he will suddenly add ten to eight shifts. (To be continued)