Chapter 160: joy

Tianyang City is too poor. The windows of the hospital are still old iron railings. As long as the power is large enough, you can easily open a comfortable entrance. When Zhou Qingfeng got in, he saw Fang Ruhu who was lying in bed terrified and struggling to sit up.
"Director Fang, aren't you looking for your brother? I'll take you to find him." Zhou Qingfeng reached out and gently pinched Fang Ruhu's neck. After a while, the other party was unconscious due to hypoxia and died. Finally he picked up the corpse of no value and returned to the wasteland.
On the streets of Manhattan, Zhou Qingfeng originally disappeared with a Mercedes pickup, and immediately reappeared holding a corpse. He removed the brace and bandage on the body's neck with hands and feet, and pulled the artificial laryngeal cartilage from the body stiffly.
The corpse's neck seemed to have a large hole, blood and water were blowing outward, muscle fibers were exposed, and the broken throat was clearly visible, looking and scary.
Zhou Qingfeng cleaned the artificial throat knot with a portable water bag, and murmured indifferently and wildly: "Who said there was no second-hand artificial throat knot? Isn't this the case? The 180,000 things instantly became worthless."
In the middle of the night, Zhou Qingfeng returned to the Armed Sisters' House and rushed directly to the medical area. It happened that the butcher who was out searching for medical supplies came back and was handing over to the doctors in the medical district the various medicines and equipment he had collected in a day.
"Doctor Belford, can these things cure Minsk?" The butcher was tired, bloodshot, and a smell of stinky clothes. Almost all of the medical supplies in front of him were grabbed by him, for which he did not kill anyone.
"I can only say my best." Belford is a professional surgeon, in his forties, a little bald and wearing pair of glasses. He was handing over the registered supplies to his assistant, and it seemed that he did not answer the butcher's words seriously.
"Best effort? I want to be more than just 'best effort', you have to heal my brother!" The butcher suppressed the anger in his heart, and yelled to express his strong demands in his heart.
But Belford remained indifferent, "I'm a doctor, I can only say that I try my best. I can't tell you what's going on. I'm 100% sure. Judging by the medicines and equipment you collect now, Minsk Mr.'s tracheal repair should be fine. "
"What about his throat?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Minsk's throat was shattered by a bullet. It has to be replaced by someone else, and we lack it now."
"I've searched almost all over Manhattan and didn't find what you said about artificial throats. Can't you think of another way? Is there no alternative?"
"very sorry,……."
"I don't like to hear you say" Sorry! "
"But I can only say I'm sorry."
"Hell!" The bear-like butcher was so anxious that he lifted Dr. Belford's neck, and the pressure on his neck immediately caused the doctor to have trouble breathing. "You can't tell me something Anything else? "
"Butcher, that's enough!" Zhou Qingfeng just arrived and rescued the poor doctor. If you take a step back, it's hard to guarantee that this unlucky guy will be severed by the mad butcher. "You should know that the doctor said that. They can't give you anything? What can promise you is definitely a liar."
"I know, but I'm just angry." The butcher snorted, taking a step back.
And Dr. Belford was still coughing with a bowed waist. He didn't care much about the butcher's rudeness, and waved his hand and said, "I can understand this kind of thing, I have experienced a lot."
Zhou Qingfeng looked at the doctor again and handed out the artificial throat knot that he brought back. "I just heard you said that you need an artificial throat knot. See if this works?"
This happened too coincidentally, but the butcher and doctor stared at Zhou Qingfeng's hand for a while. The doctor took the artificial laryngeal knot, looked carefully, and said doubtfully, "This is indeed an artificial laryngeal knot, but it is a style that was eliminated many years ago. And ..., and ..."
The butcher was anxious and yelled, "Just tell me, can this thing be used?"
"It can be used, but the size is not too suitable. Mr. Minsk's throat knot is obviously larger than this one. If used, it will affect the speaking ability of Mr. Minsk after surgery." Close to the nose, smelled it, and his face changed suddenly, "It seems like ..."
Zhou Qingfeng was very calm. The butcher immediately guessed the origin of this thing, but he didn't care. Hearing the doctor said it was available, he shouted loudly, "Yahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.’ Since it ’s awesome, Victor, you are doing great! This time Minsk can stand up again. I want to get this right away The good news tells Minsk that he will be happy to die. "
The butcher laughed and ran to Minsk's ward, woke up Minsk who had fallen asleep, and told the other party about the news. As for the flaws that would affect his ability to speak, he was completely left behind. Anyway, Minsk is like a stone, which allows him to breathe and eat normally, and can fight and kill, even if he is dumb.
"Doctor Belford, are you okay?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"You are all lunatics." Doctor Belford seemed a little unacceptable, but he calmed down after a few sighs. "All those who can survive in this world are lunatics, all lunatics."
"Follow us crazy people, you don't have to go crazy." Zhou Qingfeng patted the doctor's shoulder to show comfort, and then went to Minsk's ward. The butcher was yelling, and Minsk's face was full of smiles. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng coming in, he also drew a kiss mark on the writing board.
"Oh ... oh my god." Zhou Qingfeng looked disgusted, "Please, I'm not a guy. I would rather give you a bear hug when you recover."
Minsk couldn't close his mouth with a smile. He was already desperate. He would be as strong as a bear, but a big hole in his throat would become waste.
Now, in the last days, life is difficult, not to mention treating such a wound. It is miraculous that in just one or two days, his partner found him everything he needed for treatment. And I heard the butcher said that Zhou Qingfeng had done a great deal to get an artificial throat knot ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Victor, you can see that Minsk was moved to tears. I have known you for over twenty , But never seen such a thing. I guess if he had a daughter or a sister, he would be willing to marry her. The butcher grinned aside.
Minsk also laughed cheerfully and didn't care about the companion's teasing. Instead, he wrote on the tablet: "My parents didn't give me a sister. But when my body recovers, I can do it. Get a woman to marry and give birth to Victor. "
"Really? Then I'll wait 18 years."
"Where is it eighteen years? We Russian girls can go after fifteen."
"If you are in a hurry, you can be twelve."
"Is this too a beast?"
"Just be gentle."
Three heartless men grinning in the ward, sweeping the haze in their hearts. (To be continued.) Enable new URL