Chapter 1867 Don't misplace

"Ahem!"

When Zhao Heng woke up after anesthesia, the sky was completely dark, and there was only a soft bedside lamp illuminating the whole room, warm and warm. He looked at the beige curtains and light blue quilts and immediately realized that this was not a hospital, and a hint of surprise flashed through his heart.

Zhao Heng struggled to sit up with his complete hands. Although he felt the wound still hurt slightly, it was not as serious as when he was shot. After all, he was walking through this step by step. Zhao Heng had already developed a strong enough ability to resist strikes.

He also reached out and pressed several wounds, each of which caused a burst of pain, which made him completely relieved of his injuries, because the toxins should have been cleaned up. Just as he took the pillow and leaned against the bed, the door was gently pushed open and poured into the white light.

When Mrs. Situ, who came to check, saw Zhao Heng wake up, a subconscious surprise appeared on her face. While asking the guard at the door to find a doctor, she walked to Zhao Heng with a long skirt and carefully held him back to her: "Are you awake? How about you? Do you feel better in your body?"

"It's better!"

Looking at Mrs. Situ's anxious expression of caring, Zhao Heng replied softly: "Madam, I'm fine, don't be nervous!" He couldn't help coughing, and the small internal injury caused by five or six bullets hit the bulletproof vest made him feel a little tired and painful.

"It's okay again?"

Mrs. Situ pulled the cup and covered Zhao Heng with a hint of blame on her face: "You always comfort me, but you don't tell me if there is a toxin on the bullet? She also said it's okay. I don't believe anything now. I must have a doctor's examination. I don't want you to hold on by yourself!"

Mrs. Situ realized that the warhead was poisonous when Zhao Heng was sent to the operating room, and then realized that Zhao Heng had been holding on in front of her, with the purpose of making her not too worried. Mrs. Situ was both moved and blamed herself. Fortunately, Zhao Heng's toxins were cleaned up, otherwise she would feel guilty for the rest of her life.

"You are also a quarrel boy!"

Taking advantage of the inactivity of waiting for the doctor to come, Mrs. Situ pointed Zhao Heng's head gently with a hint of anger and said, "In the cruel game, I let you make a choice. You can kill me and protect yourself, and take revenge on your opponent in the future; how can you protect me when facing the killer?"

The cold and beautiful woman had a faint red lips and opened her eyes: "You can avoid counterattacks with your skills. Why should you almost trap yourself in just to take care of me? What does it mean to die? As long as you survive and get revenge for me better, then everything is worth it. It seems that you are giving a fake answer."

"The answer is true!"

Zhao Heng smiled bitterly across his face, and then took over the topic of Mrs. Situ: "In the cruel game, in order to survive, I will really kill you without hesitation to save myself; but today's scene is another situation. I can kill you, but I will never watch you be killed by others."

Mrs. Situ's pretty face smiled and bit Zhao Heng's topic softly: "Why don't you watch me die?" Then she sighed softly: "But I would rather die in your hands than those Eastern European killers. Zhao Heng, you saved me twice today!"

"Once, the kindness is as heavy as a mountain, and the second time, I can't repay you!"

Zhao Heng wanted to make fun of him, but remembered what Mrs. Situ said, and could only face it with a smile. At this moment, several doctors had already walked over. Mrs. Situ glanced at her and confirmed that she was not a fake doctor, then she let her go to the position for them to check in detail.

Several doctors carefully examined Zhao Heng's whole body, especially the wound, and finally told Mrs. Situ that everything was good. Then they injected Zhao Heng with a bottle of needle water. After hearing the doctor's words, Mrs. Situ believed that Zhao Heng was fine. After they left, Mrs. Situ breathed out:

"It's fine!"

Her voice was cold: "If anything, I want Nicholas to be buried with you!"

Zhao Heng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and looked at Mrs. Situ in surprise and said, "Nicolah? Who came?" Then he remembered something: "Could it be that the Eastern European killer was sent by him? But I never knew this Nikola. Why did he attack me in a suicide attack?"

Mrs. Situ sat down next to Zhao Heng, and a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth and replied: "You guessed that the Eastern European killer is Nikola's person. Have you heard of Siberian training camp? Nikola is the head of the training camp, specializing in collecting money to train boxer killers!"

"It's similar to the Hunter School."

Mrs. Situ's expression became solemn: "But sometimes he would kill people part-time. The news from the foundation was that the twelve Eastern European killers were Nikola's subordinates, and they also found the sign of the training camp on their backs. Although the sign was blurred, it could recover 60%.

A light burst out from her eyes, and she added clearly: "I don't know why Nicholas sent someone to kill you, but as I said on the Boulevard, you are a VIP guest of the Situ family. I will definitely seek justice for you in this matter, no matter who the other party is!"

"I have asked someone to contact Nicholas, he'd better give me an explanation!"

Mrs. Situ said lightly: "Otherwise I will shovel the entire training camp!" The smile on the woman's face gradually restrained like a whale absorbing water. She had a cold and cruel feeling that was completely opposite to the elegance and indifference when she smiled: "Even Nicholas will be cut into pieces by me."

"You have a good rest, I'll cook some porridge for you!"

Without waiting for Zhao Heng to respond, Mrs. Situ reached out and helped Zhao Heng lie down to sleep, then dimmed the light and gently exited the bedroom. As soon as she closed the door and turned around, she saw an old man standing not far away looking at her. Mrs. Situ took two steps forward: "Good evening, old man!"

She was a little surprised that the old man who had never been concerned about common things came to the front yard. Although the two attacks today were shocking, everything was within controllable range. The old man nodded slightly to his daughter-in-law, and then went to Zhao Heng's position: "How is Zhao Heng's injury? Is it serious?"

“It’s nothing serious after the operation!”

Mrs. Situ's face maintained a hint of respect and replied without any concealment: "It's just that there are some toxins on the bullet. The doctor just finished the operation for him and his body was a little weak. I'm going to make some white porridge for him to drink, drink some hot things, and rest for a few days.

An old man over 70 years old has a tiger back and a bear waist, but his thin body contains extremely terrifying power. As he walked, Situ Jian coughed gently: "Why should the head of the family do this little thing in making porridge? Just let the servant do it!"

"I'm not relieved!"

For the first time, Mrs. Situ failed to follow the old man's instructions and shook her head without hesitation: "Today, the two attacks have caused me to owe Zhao Heng too much, and the enemy is omnipresent. If I let Zhao Heng encounter a plot again, it will be difficult for me to atone for even a hundred deaths, so I will come in person!"

A playful smile flashed across Situ Jian's face: Every muscle under the clothes tightened and stretched rhythmically like a rock, like a mountain breathing in the morning breeze: "Are you worried about being exploited by the enemy, or are you too concerned?"

Although he seemed a little short compared to Mrs. Situ, it was such an old man who was walking slowly in the quiet corridor. The lights falling from the dome seemed to be willing to shine on him: "Zhao Heng is the son of your good friend Qiao Xiyan, that is, your nephew!"

The guards on both sides of the corridor saluted with guns, their eyes were like light on the dome. They moved with the old man and walked more than twenty meters away. Situ Jian stopped his staggering steps and looked at his daughter-in-law with a slightly changed face and said, "I know the grievances Situ Rong gave you!"

"I know your feelings for Zhao Zilong, too!"

The old man sighed: "But you can't misplace it!"

Mrs. Situ welcomed the old man's gaze calmly: "Don't worry, old man, I have always been a sensible person. I will not happen to Zhao Heng because I can't bring burden to him!" Then she added lightly: "If I really like him, why should I be afraid of the crowd's fingers?"

The old man nodded and then took out the note:

"This is a stronghold for Nikola!"

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