"Okay, the last newborn's cholera has completely stabilized, and he can be transferred to the general ward to take medication and wait for recovery."
Nandu First People's Hospital, Infectious Disease Building.
Lu Fan stood up slowly, put the silver needle on his fingertip into the needle box, then turned around and asked: "How is it outside?"
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, the door to the ward was suddenly knocked open, and a figure flew in directly.
"Zelan!"
Licorice's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward to help the figure on the ground.
But then, a large group of figures rushed in crazily. Without any explanation, they drew out the long sword from their waists and rushed towards Lu Fan like fierce ghosts.
"court death."
Lu Fan's eyes darkened, and he slapped the needle box with his right hand as he was about to withdraw it! The twenty-eight silver needles lying quietly in the needle box buzzed into the air, and then he saw Lu Fan looking at him.
Without looking, he just waved his hand, and the twenty-eight silver needles were like arrows from the string, instantly piercing the air, making a whistling sound, and blasting directly into the crowd like a rainstorm of pear blossoms!
The entire ward fell silent instantly.
The thugs who rushed in crazily all kept their fighting postures and stood on the spot.
But they could only maintain this posture... Their eyes widened, full of shock and disbelief... "Hi!" A stream of blood suddenly spurted out from the forehead of the leading thug! Then, like
A chain reaction started. Dozens of thugs stood there, but blood gushed out from between their eyebrows!
"Bang bang bang!"
Along with a series of dull bangs on the floor, dozens of thugs fell to the ground, a needle pierced their eyebrows, and they died on the spot!
"The Chen family is in a hurry."
Lu Fan looked indifferent, with a hint of thought in his eyes: "That proves that the lives of the remaining ninety-two newborns are their only trump card in controlling Nandu..."
"The more anxious they are, the more it proves that our efforts are in the right direction."
He glanced outside the window at the crowd of thugs who filled the entire corridor and were rushing in frantically: "I'll leave this to you. I'll go upstairs and take a look. I hope Dean Wang and the others are okay."
Lu Fan confessed and walked out the door.
At this time, the corridor of the ward on the third floor was already occupied by hundreds of killers in black. They stood silently in the corridor, and hundreds of cold gazes were like knives, scratching Lu Fan's body.
