Tianyang City is too poor, and the windows of the hospital are still old iron railings. As long as the strength is strong enough, a door and exit can be easily opened. After Zhou Qingfeng got in, he saw Fang Ruhu lying on the bed and struggling to sit up.

"Director Fang, don't you want to find your brother? I'll take you to find him now." Zhou Qingfeng reached out and gently pinched Fang Ruhu's neck. After a moment, the other party fell into a coma due to lack of oxygen and died. Finally, he picked up the corpse without any value and returned to the wasteland.

On the streets of Manhattan, Zhou Qingfeng had disappeared with a Mercedes-Benz pickup truck, but he suddenly reappeared with a corpse. He quickly removed the bracket and bandage on the corpse's neck, and pulled the artificial Adam's apple cartilage out of the corpse.

The neck of the corpse seemed to have a big hole, blood was pouring out, muscle fibers were exposed in strands, and the broken throat was clearly visible, looking bloody and terrifying.

Zhou Qingfeng cleaned the artificial Adam's apple with his own water bag and whispered coldly and frantically: "Who said there is no second-hand artificial Adam's apple? Isn't this? The 180,000-yuan thing becomes worthless in a flash."

Late at night, Zhou Qingfeng returned to the Armed Sisters' Association's headquarters and rushed to the medical area. He happened to see the butcher who went out to search for medical supplies back and was passing on various medicines and equipment he collected in one day to the doctor in the medical area.

"Doctor Belford, can these things cure Minsk?" The butcher was exhausted, covered in blood, and had a fishy smell on his clothes. He almost stole the medical supplies in front of him, so he killed a lot of people for this.

"I can only say to do my best." Belford is a professional surgeon, in his forties, a little bald, and wearing a pair of glasses. He was handing over the registered materials to his assistant, and it seemed that he did not answer the butcher's words seriously.

"Try your best? I want to not just 'do my best', you must cure my brother!" The butcher suppressed the anger in his heart and expressed his strong demand with a low roar.

But Belford still had a calm attitude, "I am a doctor, I can only say that I try my best. I can't tell you what I have to do. I'm 100% sure about what I have. Judging from the medicines and equipment you have collected now, Mr. Minsk's tracheal repair should be fine."

"What about his throat?"

"Sorry, Mr. Minsk's throat was smashed by bullets and had to be replaced with an artificial one, and we are missing this kind of thing now."

"I searched almost all of Manhattan and couldn't find what artificial throat you mentioned. Can't you think of any other way? Is there any other alternative?"

"terribly sorry,……."

“I don’t like hearing you say ‘I’m sorry’!”

"But I can only say I'm sorry."

"Damn!" The butcher as strong as a hairy bear was extremely anxious. He lifted Doctor Belford's neck up, and the heavy pressure on his neck immediately made the doctor fall into breathing difficulties. "Can't you tell me something else?"

"Butchman, enough!" Zhou Qingfeng happened to arrive and stepped forward to rescue the poor doctor. If he took a step back, it would be difficult to guarantee that this unlucky guy would be broken by the crazy butcher. "You should know that this is how the doctor speaks. What can they guarantee you? The one who can guarantee you is definitely a liar."

"I know, but I'm just very angry." The butcher snorted coldly and took a step back.

Doctor Belford was still hunching his waist and coughing. 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 Adam's apple he brought back, "I just heard you need an artificial Adam's apple. Let's see if this can be used?"

This was a coincidence. For a moment, the butcher and the doctor stared at Zhou Qingfeng's hand. The doctor took the artificial Adam's apple over, looked carefully, and said in confusion: "This is indeed an artificial Adam's apple, but it is a style that was eliminated many years ago. And..., and..."

The butcher was anxious and growled: "Tell me, can this thing be used?"

"But it can be used, but the size is not very suitable. Mr. Minsk's Adam's apple is obviously larger than this one. If it is used, it will affect Mr. Minsk's speaking ability after the operation." Dr. Belford approached his artificial Adam's apple to his nose. After smelling it, his face changed drastically, "This seems to be..."

Zhou Qingfeng was very calm, and the butcher immediately guessed the origin of this thing, but he didn't care. Hearing the doctor said it could be used, he immediately cheered loudly: "Ahhhhh..., it's great, Victor, you did a great job! Now Minsk can stand up again. I want to tell Minsk this good news immediately, and he will die of happiness."

The butcher laughed and ran to Minsk's ward, woke up Minsk who was already asleep, and told the other party the news. As for the flaws that would affect his speaking ability, he was completely left behind. Anyway, Minsk was like a stone, which could allow him to breathe and eat normally, and he could fight or kill, even if he was a mute.

"Doctor Belford, is there no problem?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"You are all crazy people." Doctor Belford seemed a little difficult to accept, but after a few sighs, he calmed down again, "Those who can survive in this world are all crazy people, all crazy people."

"Follow us crazy people, you don't have to go crazy." Zhou Qingfeng patted the doctor's shoulder to comfort him, and then went to Minsk's ward. The butcher was shouting, and Minsk's face was full of smiles. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng coming in, he drew a sign of a blowing kiss on the writing board.

"Oh... Oh my God." Zhou Qingfeng looked disgusting, "Please, I'm not a gay man. I would rather give me a bear hug after you recover."

Minsk smiled so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth. He was already desperate, letting him be as strong as a bear, but a big hole in his throat would turn into a waste.

Now is the end of the world, life is difficult, let alone treating such trauma. But what is miraculous is that in just one or two days, his partner found him all the supplies needed for treatment. And the butcher said that Zhou Qingfeng did a very remarkable thing in order to get an artificial Adam's apple.

"Victor, you see Minsk was so moved that he burst into tears. I have known you for more than 20 years, but I have never seen such a thing before. I guess if he had a daughter or a sister, he would definitely be willing to marry her to you." The butcher smiled wickedly.

Minsk also laughed happily, not caring about his companions' jokes. Instead, he wrote on the writing board: "My parents didn't give birth to a sister for me. But when my health recovers, I can find a woman to marry and give it to Victor."

"Really? Then I'll wait for eighteen years."

"Where does it take eighteen years? Our Russian girls can pursue them at the age of fifteen."

"If you are anxious, you'll be twelve years old."

"Is this too beastly, right?"

"As long as you are gentle, it's fine."
Chapter completed!