"The soft tissue injury of the left ankle has no fractures or cracks. It is not too serious. If you pay attention to it, you can fully recover in about a month or at most two months. Change the dressing regularly according to the doctor's instructions. Do not exercise strenuously and use the left ankle sparingly."
Feet, pay attention to rest."
After the nurse answered, Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, "Wei'an, I'm going to go get the procedures and medicines done. You can stay with this lady here first..."
Before she could finish her words, she saw the young lady on the bed jumping down, pushing Yan Weian's wheelchair with one hand and gesturing fiercely with the other, 'No, in case you, the perpetrator, escape, I will follow you at any time!'
sigh.
"All right",
Xiaoyu let her push Wei'an and followed her, and also felt that this young lady seemed to be abnormal and similar to the Nangong family...
After the group left the ward————
Another patient in the ward came back. She stood in front of the door, looked in, and asked, "Where are my oranges? Who ate my oranges?"
"No oranges."
The doctor in charge of this ward who had just spoken to Miss Yan came over with an expressionless face and answered calmly, "You remember wrong... There is nothing here from beginning to end."
"No...?"
"Patients with concussions will experience memory confusion. This is normal and you don't need to worry."
The doctor spoke calmly and did not explain any more.
The patient looked at the doctor's expressionless but extremely trustworthy face, and finally scratched his head, said "Oh," and lay back on the bed.
The doctor closed the door, walked to the corner, slowly took off his white coat, took out his mobile phone, and ordered the person inside, "Follow Her Majesty the Queen with caution to protect your safety."
"Yes, sir." A report came from the other side, "Miss An Yi's location has been identified. She is in the Tang Family D City Laboratory. Do you need to send someone to take you there now?"
The man paused his right hand lightly. He raised his head and looked at the high sun. His pupils were slightly sad, and he said calmly: "Forget it, she never has lunch with me. Let me pick her up before dinner."
she."
"yes."
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The goshawk flew very fast. In less than an hour, it had flown to the city where the buyer was located, found an open space in the suburbs, and landed the helicopter——
"Boss, I'll order someone to pick you up immediately."
Goshawk said, picking up the phone.
When he picked it up to dial, he paused and realized that after he and Yan Xiaoyu discussed Yan Weian's location, she gave him hers in a panic and got the wrong number.
Miss Yan, it seems, is really worried that the boss won't be able to come back at night, and is so panicked that she can't even recognize things...
Goshawk shrugged and used her mobile phone to dial the local number of Nangong's subordinates, informing the young master that he had arrived and would pick him up immediately.
The Nangong family is still very efficient in doing things. Less than three minutes after Gosying hung up the phone, three black sports cars appeared in front of the helicopter. The person at the front was the Nangong cadre in charge of this transaction.
Sports car parked.
Nangong Tou got off the plane, opened his long legs and stepped forward steadily. At the moment he stood still, the carriage stopped, and Nangong cadre led a line of people to bow neatly and shouted "Master, well trained."
Master Tou responded solemnly and ordered to report the situation.
The cadres did not dare to neglect, and quickly began to make detailed but not cumbersome reports on the buyer's situation, transaction differences, and changes in the production line...
Goshawk has been Nangong Tou's driver since he was seven years old, but he has never been interested in new weapons or negotiating deals. He leaned on the seat and played with the games on his mobile phone inexplicably.
I also started cutting fruits like a stupid leopard...
Jingle bell—!
The phone rang, and the game was suddenly paused. He happened to panic, and before pausing, a bomb touched his finger, and with a bang, it exploded, killing him completely!
Goshawk looked at the call from New York and immediately gritted his teeth angrily. He immediately hung up angrily and muttered to himself, "Because I didn't get a hundred points, am I not as good as that leopard?"
Jingle bell, jingle bell, ring again.
Angry——
Directly cut off the signal, making it impossible to make or receive calls at all, and you can continue cutting fruit with peace of mind...
"Goshawk."
Young Master Tou, who was in front of the car, called out in a low voice and ordered, "In three hours, we will meet on the roof of the central building."
As soon as Goshawk heard this, he knew what was going on. Having been a driver for so many years, he could make a good guess even if he didn't know it by heart. If it was a situation like this on top of a building, it would usually involve either a fight or an ambush or an ambush.
There are dangers such as explosions. There are many dangers in this business, and life and death are on the line every day. It seems that this buyer will be extremely difficult to deal with.
"Don't worry!" Goshawk didn't dare to neglect Boss Tou's instructions, "No problem, I promise to pick him up on time."
Nangong Tou responded calmly and got into the back seat of the sports car with Nangong's cadres.
When the sports car is about to move————
"Toru-chan——!"
As if remembering something, Goshawk lay down in front of the airplane window and shouted to Nangong Touyang in the sports car, "Be careful!"
Nangong Tou didn't reply.
The corners of her charming lips are slightly curved.
Calm, calm.
Never ostentatious, but confident enough.
Goshawk looked at the sports car going away, shook his head, said to himself, and laughed, "This guy, from the age of seven to now, has never changed his smile before facing the mission. How on earth did he do it..."
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The plane is about to take off————
The military vehicle passed through the airport and took the general directly to the entrance of the plane, ready to board the plane.
"Sir, the plane will take off in twenty minutes."
The team member who was driving turned around and reported to the man who was silent all the way behind the seat.
The man didn't reply. When he heard the unreachable prompt from the screen again, he put down his hand, threw the black phone on the seat, thought for a few seconds, and whispered, "Change route."