The appearance of the original small building was a dilapidated rural house, even more dilapidated than ordinary rural houses, but the inside of this small building, the ward in front of it, and the facilities seemed to be in better condition than the central hospital. Originally Zhang Ermao I felt that this clinic was a little weird and mysterious. Now, an old man with gray hair suddenly appeared behind him, and he stared at him fiercely. Zhang Ermao was really surprised.
Looking at the old man in front of him, Zhang Ermao showed a confused expression on his face, but after hesitating for a while, he followed him out of the ward and walked into another small room on the side.
The room is small, but it is filled with a lot of medical equipment and medicines. It feels a bit like a clinic to Zhang Ermao, but looking at the scalpels, tweezers, steel frame, and gauze in front of him, it is not so much a small clinic. It is more accurate to say that it is a small operating room
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"Your surname is Zhang and your name is Ermao!" The old man looked at Zhang Ermao coldly after closing the door.
"Old gentleman, my surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhangkou, but everyone calls me Ermao!" Thinking that the other party is the owner of this place after all, thinking that they saved Deng Chao's life after all, Zhang Ermao's tone is very kind and his attitude is very good. Respectfully.
"What did you just say? There is no one in the Song family anymore!" The old man ignored Zhang Ermao's name. He still looked at Zhang Ermao coldly. Of course, there was an anxious expression on his face: "What about Mr. Song?" Even if Zhiyuan is dead, isn't there still Mr. Song?"
"Old gentleman, let's tell you that, Mr. Song was also killed by the beasts!" Zhang Ermao lowered his head when he finished speaking, and the old man standing by the side fell heavily on a small sofa behind him. Above, with a look of grief, it seems that tears are already flashing in his eyes.
If Zhang Ermao did not understand everything in front of him just now, he still felt that this clinic was a bit mysterious, but after he saw the grieving look of the old man, he seemed to understand everything. After all, 18k is a gangster, after all, it is a gangster. So it is inevitable that there will be some conflicts, and it is inevitable that some people will be injured, but like Deng Chao, what should I do when he is injured and cannot go to a regular hospital? So there is this mysterious clinic, in other words, this clinic is the rear of 18k, which is the wounded camp of 18k.
"Ermao, how did Mr. Song die!" After a long time, the old man slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Ermao with a different look.
"Zhao Liang and the others killed him, no, it should be Xu Chenggang, Ye Cheng, Chen Ping and Ma Tao!"
"Then what are you doing, Wang Youcai?" As soon as Zhang Ermao finished speaking, the old man stood up and yelled fiercely. Of course, the tears in his eyes finally slowly flowed out.
"Me and... Wang Youcai and I started working with each other's people at Blue Moon. It was too late when we arrived at Mr. Song's house. Not only Mr. Song, but even my mother and master were killed by them. !" Zhang Ermao didn’t know who the old man in front of him was, or what the other party had to do with Song Zihao, but after looking at the tears in his eyes, Zhang Ermao knew that the relationship between the old man and Song Zihao must be good, so he put his mother The matter with the master was also told, he didn't want the other party to misunderstand himself like Song Ziqiang, especially when Deng Chao still needs a place to heal his injuries.
"Also, Wang Youcai and Huang Zhibing were taken away by Mr. Song's younger brother Song Ziqiang!" After speaking, Zhang Ermao slowly dropped his head again.
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"Zhiyuan is dead, Mr. Song is also dead, Wang Youcai is arrested again, then... What about Miss Song? What about Siyi?" The old man seemed to think of something? Looking at Zhang Ermao anxiously.
"Siyi is with me, now in a small hotel, I will go back later!"
"Er Mao, please listen to me. Now that the Song family is gone, you must protect Siyi. If she has a long and two short, I will never let you go!" The old man looked vicious. Looking at Zhang Ermao, he could see from his eyes that the relationship between him and Song Zihao was absolutely extraordinary.
"Old gentleman, don't worry about this. Mr. Song entrusted Siyi to me before he died. I will definitely not let him down. I will take care of Siyi forever, and I will never hurt anyone again. She has a hair!" Zhang Ermao said in a full tone, of course he thought so in his heart, but at this time the old man's face showed a puzzled expression.
"You just said what's your name!"
"My name is Zhangkou, but everyone calls me Ermao!" Zhang Ermao replied respectfully again.
"You said Mr. Song has entrusted Siyi's life to you!" The old man still looked at Zhang Ermao with doubts.
"Yeah!" Zhang Ermao nodded heavily, and then continued to meditate for a while: "In fact, Siyi is not Mr. Song's daughter at all, but..."
"You know this too!" Zhang Ermao was interrupted by the old man before he finished speaking, "Who are you, tell me, what is your master's name!"
"My master's original name was Zhou Zhengkai, Mr. Song's second senior brother!"
"Ah!" Just after Zhang Ermao's words were said, the old man yelled out, and then sat down on the sofa behind him again: "It's over, this time it's really over, Zhiyuan is dead, and Mr. Song is also dead. Now, even Father Zhou is gone, how should the Song family's feud in the future be avenged! My God..."
The old man cried again. Originally, he had pinned his hopes on Mr. Zhou, but now that Mr. Zhou has also been killed, of course he is completely disappointed, completely desperate, and heartbroken.
"Old gentleman, don't you be too sad, what about me? There is also Brother Wang, Huang Zhibing and Peng Dayu, and Yu Jing and Deng Chao. We will definitely avenge the Song family and the 18k brothers who died.
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"You!" The old man stood up slowly and looked at Zhang Ermao with a look of surprise. He seemed to see a glimmer of hope again: "Did your master teach you martial arts? Did your master hand over any valuables? You keep it!"
"Yes!" Zhang Ermao nodded heavily: "The master taught me kung fu and gave the jade pendant to me, and I already know the origin of the jade pendant!"
"Okay, it's great!" As soon as Zhang Ermao's words were finished, the old man yelled in excitement, and stepped forward to grab Zhang Ermao's two arms tightly: "The Song family's hatred has been reported. , 18k is not over yet, as long as the jade pendant is still in our hands, I will measure him and Guo Shouyi will not dare to mess around!"
"Ah!" The old man yelled with excitement on his face, but Zhang Ermao yelled out, a sharp pain in his arm came, and beads of sweat came out of this guy's forehead, nothing else. , Just because the old man's big hand was firmly grasping the wound on Zhang Ermao's arm, a gunshot wound.
"Er Mao, what's the matter?" The old man seemed to have noticed the pained expression on Zhang Ermao's face: "You are injured!"
"It's okay, it's just a shot... on the arm!"
"Take it off, let me see!" The old man looked at Zhang Ermao with an anxious look. Since he learned that the boy standing in front of him is the apprentice of Mr. Zhou, his attitude towards Zhang Ermao has changed completely. .
Zhang Ermao did not refuse, and slowly took off his clothes. Although the bullet has been taken out, he knows that his arm has always been hot, and it is estimated that the wound is inflamed.
"Has the bullet been taken out!" Looking at Zhang Ermao's red and swollen wound, the old man looked anxious.
"I got it out with tweezers!"
"Okay, it's a man!" The old man made a positive look, and then continued: "I will help you deal with the wound now. If you are a man, you can hold it back!"
"Yeah!" Zhang Ermao nodded heavily, with a sure face, admitting that he was definitely a man, but there was still some guilty conscience in his heart, especially when he saw the bright scalpels in front of him.
The old man did not continue to speak, turned around and got busy, cutting gauze and dispensing powder. After all the preparations were completed, he slowly turned around and said coldly to Zhang Ermao: "Raise your arms.
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Zhang Ermao was relieved a lot without seeing the knife, and he raised his arm without hesitation.
The old man picked up a bottle of alcohol, then took a big sip, and then sprayed the alcohol from his mouth onto Zhang Ermao's arm with a "poof...".
Originally, they used iodine and the like to sober the wounds and disinfect them, but the old guy poured it out and used alcohol directly. A heart-piercing pain came, and Zhang Ermao almost didn't call it out, but he finally resisted it.
Just when Zhang Ermao originally thought he would endure the past, the old man in front of him took out the lighter he had prepared in advance: with a "pop", the lighter burned, and the flame sprayed onto Zhang Ermao's arm, and Zhang Ermao suddenly adjusted All arms are burning...
"Ah!" Zhang Ermao couldn't help it this time, so he called out directly, half of it was pain, and half was startled.
With a "slap", Zhang Ermao almost still hasn't reacted, and the gauze wrapped in powdered medicine in the old man's hand has been heavily attached to his wound.
"Hahaha, I really am a man!" The old man smiled, and while smiling, he wrapped gauze around Zhang Ermao: "Don't touch the water, I guarantee you will be fully recovered in seven days!"
"Seven days!" Zhang Ermao was surprised, but he couldn't believe it would be so fast.
"Of course, it's a bit fast, others are not good, but I can, hehe..."
"Oh!" Zhang Ermao nodded suspiciously: "Thank you, old sir, but... But I haven't asked your name yet?"
"You don't need to know my name. Now your task is to unravel the secrets in the jade pendant immediately, and then help your master and the Song family to avenge your blood debts. Of course, you have to take care of them. Yi!" The old man didn't even let Zhang Ermao take a look at Deng Chao, and led Zhang Ermao out of the small building.
Looking at the dilapidated small building in front of him, and looking at the figure of the old man closing the door, Zhang Ermao didn't feel strange at first. He already knew that the so-called "clinic" in front of him was actually an 18k injury hospital, but he wanted what the old man said. , I remembered that the other party actually shed tears for Song Zihao and his master, and remembered that the other party also knew Yu Pei...
When Zhang Ermao left, when he looked back at the small building behind him again, he seemed to feel that the small building in front of him was still full of mystery.