She was surprised and happy. She was surprised by Xiao Feng's strength, but she was happy by their relationship.
"Well! I don't like leaving trouble for myself."
Xiao Feng rarely lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke and said: "Feng Aotian is just a chess piece, and there are people behind him."
"Bring more bodyguards with you when you go out these days, so be sure to proceed with caution."
"Oh, what are you afraid of?"
Cheng Caiying held his arm and said with a smile: "Anyway, I have my husband to protect me, why don't they come and die one by one?"
Xiao Feng frowned: "I can't protect you every day. Besides, what if I leave Jiangcheng?"
"Leave Jiangcheng? Where to go?" She was anxious.
"I want to go to Hezhou..."
Feng Aotian is dead, but there are others in Zhentong Boxing Gym, and he wants to take advantage of the opportunity to catch them all.
"Can you not go? It's very dangerous."
Cheng Caiying looked worried.
"What? Are you afraid that I won't be able to come back?" Xiao Feng asked with a smile.
"Well! I'm afraid of being a widow."
Cheng Caiying pouted, like a wronged little daughter-in-law.
"Guard your sister!"
Xiao Feng said speechlessly: "You are not my wife, what you said is the same as the truth."
"I dare to marry, do you dare to marry?"
"I...what don't I dare to do?"
"Ouch, I don't even have enough confidence."
Cheng Caiying groaned: "I have known for a long time that you have Han Qianhui in your heart. Who am I, Cheng Caiying?"
"What's the mess? How about Song Yi?"
Xiao Feng quickly changed the topic, he didn't want to dwell on this issue.
"In the hospital, I asked my third brother to look after him."
"Let's go and have a look."
Someone was left to clean up the scene, and the two rushed to the central hospital immediately.
San Mao Donkey was waiting outside the operating room. Seeing that Xiao Feng was safe and sound, his heart dropped.
"Third brother, how is the situation?" Xiao Feng asked hurriedly.
"Mr. Song's throat was crushed, and people are still rescuing him."
The three-haired donkey grinned and said, "I think it's going to be quite painful. When this person was sent to the hospital, he was already dead."
"Mr. Cheng, how is my husband?"
Suddenly, an anxious voice sounded in the corridor. It was Song Yi's wife who had arrived. Cheng Caiying had informed her before.
When she learned that Song Yi was not out of danger, she almost fainted and burst into tears.
"Mrs. Song, don't worry too much, the doctors are doing their best to rescue her." Xiao Feng comforted her.
Song Yi's wife wiped her tears. She didn't recognize Xiao Feng and only thought he was Cheng Caiying's boyfriend.
An hour later, the operating lights came on and several doctors and nurses walked out.
Song Yi's wife quickly stepped forward: "Doctor, how is my husband?"
"It's not very good."
The attending doctor shook his head: "Although the operation was successful, the patient's neck injury was too severe and he is not out of danger yet."
"What?"
Song Yi's wife panicked: "Doctor, please save my husband, I will give you any money you want."
"This is not a matter of money. Don't worry, we will do our best to treat him."
The unconscious Song Yi was pushed out of the operating room and transferred to the intensive care unit.
His face was as pale as snow, his neck was wrapped with gauze, his electrocardiogram was very weak, and he might die at any time.
"Doctor, please let me go in and take a look."
Xiao Feng wanted to treat Song Yi personally, but his injury began to worsen.
"Xiao Feng? Why is it you again?"
An annoying voice sounded, and the doctor next to him took off his mask, and it turned out to be Xiao Zan.
"Xiao Zan, do you know each other?" Zhang Baohua asked
He is the new director of the Central Hospital and the chief surgeon of this operation.
"know……"
Xiao Zan whispered a few words quietly.
Zhang Baohua's face slowly darkened, and he looked Xiao Feng up and down, his eyes full of suspicion and disdain.
"Oh...so you are the famous Doctor Xiao?"
"It's really better to be famous than to meet in person. I wonder what Dr. Xiao's instructions are?"
Xiao Feng said seriously: "I don't dare to give instructions, I just want to see Mr. Song..."
"No need!"
Zhang Baohua interrupted him: "Mr. Song is a patient of our hospital, so naturally our hospital will be responsible for it, so I won't bother you, Dr. Xiao."
"Hey! What's your attitude?"
Cheng Caiying glared and shouted: "Since your hospital can't cure it, don't waste time and prescribe it for me."
"Madam, please be quiet."
"This is a hospital, don't yell here."
Zhang Baohua whispered: "Mr. Song is not out of danger yet. He needs to rest. If something goes wrong, who will bear the responsibility?"
"I'll take the responsibility!"
When Song Yi's wife learned about Xiao Feng's identity, she resolutely chose to believe him.
"Mrs. Song, please think twice."
Zhang Baohua persuaded: "Mr. Song's throat was cut, and he was barely stabilized after rescue."
"If the treatment goes wrong, people will really die. Please think about it carefully."
Song Yi's wife bit her lip and felt a little shaken. Because of a small choice mistake, Song Yi's life would be lost.
"Dean Zhang, it's bad, the patient can't breathe."
Suddenly, a nurse hurried out of the ward.
"What? Rescue him quickly."
Zhang Baohua didn't have time to think too much and led the doctors to rescue him quickly.
Xiao Feng and others were blocked from the ward and could only see the situation inside through the glass.
Song Yi couldn't breathe, his whole face was purple from holding back, the ventilator didn't work at all, and he had begun to convulse.
Zhang Baohua and other doctors were extremely busy, but Song Yi had already begun to vomit blood and was about to die.
‘Bang!’
The door to the ward was kicked open, and Xiao Feng barged in directly.
"what are you doing?"
"Leave far away."
Xiao Zan still wanted to stop him, but Xiao Feng slapped him down.
"You brat, how dare you hit someone?"
Zhang Baohua was anxious and quickly asked the nurse to notify the security guard on duty.
"Get off!"
Xiao Feng grabbed him by the collar and waved him aside.
Cheng Caiying and San Maolu also rushed in, forcing other doctors and nurses into corners.
Zhang Baohua yelled angrily: "Xiao, if you dare to act recklessly in my hospital, I will call the police to arrest you..."
"Shut up!"
'Snapped!'
Cheng Caiying slapped him in the face and cursed angrily: "You bastard, you are still a dean with such a big heart? If you keep talking nonsense, I will castrate you."
"You...you are simply lawless."
Zhang Baohua wanted to call the police, but was kicked to the ground by three donkeys.
Xiao Feng ignored them and quickly removed the gauze from Song Yi's neck.
The sutured wound on his throat was split open, and blood flowed upwards from his throat, causing him to vomit blood continuously.
Xiao Feng first helped him drain the blood, and then immediately used Bian Que silver needles to repair his broken throat. If the throat was not connected, he would be suffocated to death.
The spiritual power was constantly being instilled. After the throat was connected, Song Yi took a few deep breaths, and his purple face gradually returned to normal.
"I can breathe, I can breathe."
His wife was very excited. Song Yi couldn't speak yet, but the look in Xiao Feng's eyes was filled with gratitude.
The acupuncture is still going on, and the wound must be allowed to heal, otherwise it will still be torn open.
It took a full forty minutes for Xiao Feng to take back the silver needle.
"What? How...how is this possible?"
When he saw that the incision on Song Yi's neck was completely healed, Zhang Baohua was stunned.
He is considered an outstanding doctor and has come into contact with many famous Chinese medicine experts, but this is the first time he has seen such miraculous medical skills.
As for Xiao Zan, he seems to have been used to it for a long time, with a livid face and said nothing.
He chose to accept his fate. Even if he tried his best, he could not reach the heights of others.