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Zhao Qiang and Johnson each grabbed one side of the vest and pulled hard, tearing Zhang Feng's elastic vest in half from the middle.
Zhang Feng's back was a large area of purple and black.
At that time, his back was hit by flying clods of earth, which was just a bruise.
The injury was not treated in time, and now the accumulation of congestion has turned purple-black.
"Brother Feng, what should we do?" Zhao Qiang said anxiously.
"That's right, Brother Feng, your injury doesn't look serious." Johnson was even more anxious. His back was injured at that time, but Zhang Feng treated him in time, and it has now completely recovered. Instead, he ignored his injuries and didn't even mention them.
"It's okay, it's just a little painful, and it doesn't affect my movements. There should be no broken bones. Someone get me a mirror and I'll see what's going on." Zhang Feng said with a grin.
Zhao Qiang helped Zhang Feng sit on the sofa again, while Johnson quickly ran over and took the mirror over.
Seeing the injuries behind his back through the mirror, Zhang Feng felt relieved.
The injury is not serious, but the blood congestion did not dissolve in time and is now pooled together.
"One of you can use the dagger to disinfect it, then make a small incision where I was injured, and help me drain the blood."
Zhang Feng said it easily, and Zhao Qiang and Qiang Sen were stunned when they heard his words. Zhao Qiang even said: "Brother Feng, bloodletting? How about we go to the hospital?"
"Go away. Mad, do I have an identity in Ludawang? Do I need to register in the hospital as a Chinese identity? Don't leave ink, that's all. You can't do it, Johnson, come here." Zhang Feng said cursingly.
Johnson's head was shaking like a rattle. Not to mention using a knife against the enemy, he would even shoot and kill him without blinking an eye, but if he was asked to use a knife on Zhang Feng, he wouldn't be able to do it even if he thought about it.
Zhang Feng rolled his eyes for a while, yelled and cursed: "What the hell, you two are useless, or I will do it myself." As he said that, he stood up from the sofa.
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Qiang shouted: "I'll do it."
…
Zhang Feng lay on the bed. After Zhao Qiang sterilized the dagger with medical alcohol, he held the dagger with a dazzling grin and slowly made a small cut of only half a centimeter on Zhang Feng's injury.
Threads of purple-black blood suddenly flowed out. As the blood flowed out, the color of the injury slowly became lighter.
Johnson held a towel and kept wiping away the bleeding blood to prevent the blood from blocking the wound and slowly drying up.
When the bleeding blood turned bright red, Zhao Qiang quickly applied the hemostatic patch to the wound.
Zhang Feng, who was lying on the bed, also quickly alleviated the pain in his back a lot. It should be better than just a few days of rest.
When I got up from the bed, I saw sweat on the foreheads of Zhao Qiang and Qiang Sen.
He immediately laughed and said: "Look at the bears you two are like. If one day my leg is blown off on the battlefield, will it be worth it for you to have my leg amputated?"
Johnson's eyes suddenly widened even more than Niu Ling's, and he yelled viciously: "If anyone dares to cut off your leg, I will kill him!"
"Made! I'll kill his whole family!" Zhao Qiang also shouted.
Zhang Feng shook his head with a bitter smile and cursed with a smile: "Get out of here, you two will make me think you are in love with me." As he said this, he felt disgusted by himself, and his body couldn't help but arouse goosebumps.
"Qiang Sen, you go and rest. Er Qiangzi, I'm going to rest too. Wake me up when Zhai Qiang comes back." Zhang Feng said.
…
At around eight o'clock in the evening, Zhang Feng was woken up by Zhao Qiang.
"Brother Feng, Zhai Qiang is back."
"You're back? I have something to tell him." As he said that, Zhang Feng rubbed his face with his palms. After feeling a little more awake, he got up and walked towards the living room.
Walking to the living room, Zhang Feng smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Looking towards the sofa, he saw Zhai Qiang, who was drunk and blurry, collapsed on the sofa.
He walked over, frowned slightly, and said coldly: "Zhai Qiang?"
The drunken and dazed Zhai Qiang opened his heavy eyelids, stood up from the sofa unsteadily, and said vaguely: "Brother Feng? Brother Feng... you are back... uh..."
The frown on his face became deeper and deeper, and he looked coldly at Zhai Qiang, who was obviously very drunk.
Suddenly he turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Zhai Qiang, who was unsteady on his feet, fell down on the sofa and fell asleep again within a moment.
Zhao Qiang, who stood aside, was a little at a loss.
Zhang Feng, who walked into the kitchen, strode out quickly, holding a washbasin in his hand.
'Snapped'
A whole basin of cold water was poured on Zhai Qiang's face, and Zhai Qiang suddenly woke up from his sleep, as if he was sober under the stimulation of the cold water.
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He stood up on the sofa, faced the dark-faced Zhang Feng, swallowed, and whispered: "Feng... Brother Feng, you are back. I drank too much."
Turning to look at Zhao Qiang, he said coldly: "Er Qiangzi, go back to your room! Zhai Qiang, come here with me."
After saying that, Zhang Feng strode toward the study room.
Zhai Qiang followed Zhang Feng into the study with some guilt, and did not forget to close the door behind him.
"Zhai Qiang, I always thought you were a smart person. So I gave very detailed orders to Mike, Zhao Qiang, and Johnson. But I didn't give orders to you, just because I thought you were a smart person and would know what to do? And you This situation makes me wonder if I am wrong?" Zhang Feng said in a deep voice.
Zhai Qiang licked his lips, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Brother Feng, I... I've been a little anxious for the past few days. So... "
Zhang Feng did not let him continue and interrupted: "Tell me, why are you anxious? I asked Zhao Qiang to leave. Johnson and Mike are both sleeping in their own rooms. Save the two of us, there is no need to hesitate when talking. It’s all the old men who are secretive and say it openly.”
After hearing this, Zhai Qiang also dispelled his worries and said: "I originally thought that I was very important in this team, but slowly I found that I had become a drag. Brother Er Qiang was carrying the fake alone. He could trade with Ping Sang with his explosive packs and counterfeit money, and I felt extremely scared even holding the real money. If Johnson hadn't risked his life to save me, I might have become a dead man. Mike was even more proficient in hacking technology. All the information obtained now is from him. But I am responsible for dealing with government officials, but the effect is minimal, so I become anxious and want to make some achievements."
Zhang Feng smiled bitterly, sometimes there are advantages to being a stubborn person like Zhao Qiang and Johnson, at least he will not cause such troubles.
"Zhai Qiang? Forget it, I'll call you Lao Zhai, to be more affectionate."
"I also understand the difficulties of dealing with government officials, and it is not easy for you to do what you are doing now. I can definitely tell you that you are doing a good job."
"I handed him here alone, not to tell you about the progress of the matter. But because of wine? Some wines should be drunk, but there is a limit. Arms, diamonds, how many secrets do we have that no one can know. If you are drunk and say one of these things, it will be a disaster for all of us, do you understand?"