The noise in the corridor gradually quieted down after Mo Shangjun had a kitchen knife on his neck.
The security guards surrounded the door, apparently not seeing any big scenes of hostage-taking, and they were all a little flustered.
Nurses, doctors, patients, and their family members were chaotic in the corridor, but most of them kept a certain distance from the ward.
However, there are also people who don't have long eyes, who are still around outside, shooting videos with their mobile phones.
Looking at this sudden scene, Lu Yang estimated the distance between him and the robber and the possibility of knocking the robber unconscious with the book in his hand. The expression on Yun's face did not fluctuate, and the emotion between his eyes was so dead that he was disgusted and speechless, without the slightest sense of being a hostage.
Lu Yang subconsciously touched his neck, hesitated for a while, and chose to be his own cripple.
With a knife around his neck, someone who can still maintain such composure should have the ability to protect himself.
Don't worry about him.
The security guard pulled out the posture of negotiating with the robber. Mo Shangyun noticed the unstable mood of the man with the knife and the knife trembling around his neck. He was afraid that he would be accidentally injured. After thinking about it, he pulled his neck back slightly. Moved a bit.
"Don't move! Move again and I'll kill you!"
The man with the knife felt Mo Shangyun's movements and immediately roared.
He lowered his head subconsciously, glanced at Mo Shangyun, and noticed that the fruit knife in her hand almost didn't explode, "Damn, put the knife down!"
Mo Shangyun paused for a moment.
She raised her head calmly, but the security was about to be driven crazy by her.
Put down the knife now!
This man has lost his mind, she is a hostage, she can do whatever people want her to do!
Moreover, where can you see the knife resting on your neck and still be so calm and calm, wouldn't it just happen to meet someone who wants to commit suicide? !
"Hey," Mo Shangjun said slowly, his calm gaze fell on the man behind him, and he asked word by word, "Make sure, am I being taken as a hostage?"
When she asked such a nonsensical question, the man looked at her strangely again, thinking that this woman was a fool, raised his brows, and raised his voice again, "I'll tell you to put down the knife!"
After roaring, he raised his head again, stared at the person outside the door with wide eyes, and said fiercely: "Quickly call that bitch named Chen Hua over here, one life for one life! Otherwise I will kill her!"
This loud voice was so noisy that Mo Shangyun couldn't help frowning.
However, since she was really taken as a hostage, don't blame her for being rude...
Taking advantage of the man's gaze outside, the fruit knife in Mo Shangyun's hand turned, and the edge of the knife was directly aimed at the hand holding the kitchen knife. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, the fruit knife was on the back of that hand. stabbed in.
Controlling the strength, she didn't pierce or pierce too deeply, she controlled it in a range that would allow him to let go of the kitchen knife because of the pain.
At the moment when the kitchen knife fell, Mo Shangyun raised his other hand and grabbed it, so as not to accidentally hurt himself.
"Oh shit!"
The man behind him cursed angrily, raised his other hand, raised his fist, and hit Mo Shangyun on the head.
Mo Shangjun calmly pushed the wheelchair back. The man's fist was just halfway through when he was hit hard by the wheelchair. He screamed in agony, and put his fist down automatically.
The wheelchair slid forward two meters, and then rotated 90 degrees. Mo Shangyun raised his uninjured right foot. When the man wanted to pounce again, Mo Shangyun unceremoniously took a kick on his knee. When he was screaming in pain, another kick hit his lower abdomen, kicking him two or three meters away, and he fell to the ground.
Solving it easily, even before the warm-up, Mo Shangyun retracted his feet and glanced at the man with a little regret.
Looking at the tall people, I didn't want to be so casual.
Security guards, doctors, patients, etc. outside the door: "… "
They were stunned to see this sudden reversal, their eyes blinking, but they didn't return to their senses for a while.
When he reacted, in addition to his admiration for Mo Shangyun, there was also pity for the man who fell to the ground.
Gee.
Such a sturdy man was planted in the hands of a girl in a wheelchair.
The security guards responded quickly, stunned when the man fell to the ground, but rushed up the next moment, directly uniformed the man, and took him out.
The man also injured a lot of people in the corridor. It is absolutely impossible for him to leave so easily. The police must be called.
Mo Shangyun handed the murder weapon—that is, the kitchen knife to one of the security guards. The security guard who took over the kitchen knife was very young, only in his early twenties. Holding the kitchen knife, he glanced at Mo Shangyun with emotion and turned his head. When the face did not know when to climb a blush.
I was in a hurry and didn't pay attention before, but I just looked at it and found that this girl is not only powerful, but also very beautiful.
awesome.
The little security guard sighed and walked out the door with a kitchen knife.
The corridor outside continued to be lively for a while.
The injured were taken away by doctors and nurses to find a place to bandage.
There were two people standing at the door talking, Mo Shangyun listened to a few words, and probably knew the ins and outs of this incident.
—Probably the man's wife had a traffic accident and was sent in for rescue. She had only one breath left. Doctor Chen Hua tried her best and did not come back. The man collapsed for a while, and went home with a kitchen knife. When he turned back, he planned to die with the doctor.
Fortunately, he did not succeed.
Mo Shangjun figured out the situation and lost his curiosity, so he planned to close the door.
But, just halfway through, a figure suddenly jumped into view, one hand pressed against the door that was about to close, followed by a sound that gave people goosebumps—
"This is not my son's high school classmate, Mo... What's up with Mo?"
Mo Shangyun looked at the aunt in her early fifties in front of her, and fixedly looked at the face that occupied all the vision because of her fatness. He hesitated, and said, "Mo Shangyun."
"Yes, yes, Mo Shangyun."
The aunt who appeared in the wind pushed the door open completely, and then walked directly into the door. After looking at the ordinary double ward like a leader, she turned around again, looked at Mo Shangyun's beautiful face, and then looked again. Looking at her bandaged left foot, she asked deliberately, "What's wrong with your leg?"
"Twisted a bit." Mo Shangyun replied lightly.
"Is it alright?" The aunt tutted.
"… can."
Mo Shangjun resisted the urge to kick people out and replied.
The aunt clicked her tongue again, and then asked curiously, "I heard that you have joined the army. Does the leg injury have any effect?"
"No."
There were hardly any questions in Mo Shangyun's answer.
However, the aunt didn't pay attention to her tone at all, and circled around her on her own.
That appearance, like picking vegetables in a vegetable market, is really difficult to make people feel good about.
With one leg hanging in the air, Lu Yang gave Mo Shangyun a sympathetic look when he couldn't move.
It is also very difficult for her to deal with such a familiar aunt.
"Do you want my son to come and show you?" After examining Mo Shangyun's injury, the aunt said proudly, "He is now a surgeon, he has just finished his internship, and he has now become a regular. I am not seeing a doctor. Yes, no, because he is too busy, so he brought him meals specially."
"… "
Mo Shangyun didn't speak at all.
She didn't have much time for class in high school, not to mention the parents of her classmates, even if she was a classmate, she still remembers An Chen now, and there are few others who have an impression, not to mention their names.
She didn't kick the aunt out now, she already cared about her family's upbringing.
"By the way, do you have a boyfriend now?" Auntie rolled her eyes, looked at Mo Shangyun and said, "Being in the army is so busy that you don't have time to fall in love, right?"
Mo Shangyun looked back at her thoughtfully.
This aunt, do you feel the purpose is not pure
"Say something." Seeing that she didn't speak, the aunt became anxious, "Even if you don't have a boyfriend, no one will laugh at you."
"Well."
Mo Shangyun spoke up, but did not give a definite answer.
She is indeed single, but...
"No?" The aunt's eyes were about to pop out, and she said with joy, "My son is also single. Don't you know, he liked you since high school, and he wrote a love letter at home on Valentine's Day, and I found out Tear it up. Later on, you went to college because you rejected the pursuit of many excellent girls, this stupid kid... He is busy downstairs, I will give him a call, you old classmates, let's catch up."
006. Do you have faith? [Second update]