He was carrying Jie Fei's subordinates behind him and said in a low voice: "Master He, what should I do with this guy?"
He Licun glanced at Xie Fei, who was sleeping like a dead dog, pursed his lips and said, "Leave him in the utility room, don't worry about him."
"yes."
After taking care of Xie Fei, He Licun glanced at the time on his watch. It was exactly one hour.
Airport.
Zhao Lingfei, who was lying on the ground, had lost too much blood and was unconscious.
Faintly, he heard the sound of someone approaching.
He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as lead and he couldn't open them.
He allowed others to carry him onto a stretcher. In his last moment of consciousness, he felt a stream of warm liquid flowing in, quickly filling his limbs and bones.
The strength he had lost gradually recovered.
What followed was intense tiredness.
He had no idea what happened next.
Wait until Zhao Lingfei wakes up again.
He is already lying in the ward.
Breathing the smell of disinfectant in the air, Zhao Lingfei reluctantly moved his body, and then felt severe pain in his chest.
He is still alive.
Zhao Lingfei frowned, as if this conclusion was a bit unbelievable, but he also felt happy about surviving the disaster.
In short, his mood at the moment is a bit complicated.
Immediately afterwards.
The door opened.
A figure walked in.
Zhao Lingfei raised his eyes and stared at the familiar figure appearing in front of him, his brows twitched but he said nothing.
"Thank you, Mr. He, for not giving up on you." The young man put on a dull face, which was more or less similar to Zhao Lingfei's angry face, and threw a bottle on the table: "The hospital mobilized the entire blood bank in Haicheng to do this.
Save you, you are really lucky."
"You kid, is this how you talk to your brother?" Zhao Lingfei grinned angrily and tried to smile, but the wound happened to be pulled. The pain made him grin and the smile on his face was distorted: "I'm hungry, I want to eat fried food.
Chicken, buy it for me."
He remembered that the fried chicken bought by that little girl Shen Xiaonian tasted good.
Now that he was surviving the disaster, he just wanted to eat something heavy.
The young man ignored him. After throwing down the medicine, he said calmly: "No one has as much leisure as you. Mr. He has granted you a week's leave. You should have a good rest. Remember to use the bottle of medicine. The wound can heal quickly."
Zhao Lingfei clicked his tongue, reluctantly got up, picked up the medicine bottle beside him and took a look.
At this sight, his expression became serious.
He knows this bottle of medicine.
The big bosses in the organization may not be able to get the medicine, so how could it be his turn?
Zhao Lingfei shouted towards his brother's back: "Who gave you this medicine?"
"Idiot, besides Mr. He, who else could be there?"
Zhao Yunze turned his head and glanced at Zhao Lingfei impatiently: "It's a miracle that a brainless guy like you can stay with Master He for so long."
After scolding, Zhao Yunze stopped staying and left quickly.
Zhao Lingfei was the only one left in the room.
He stared at the bottle of medicine in front of him in a daze for a while.
It seems that he didn't expect that Master He would give him such a valuable thing as a subordinate.