The girl named Yan Zhuhui was very mildly injured. Although she was hit by a bullet, she only scratched the flesh on her shoulder. Such a small injury would not even be scarred. After sending her to the surgeon, Tang Feng and
Shura and others, as well as a group of people in the large circle, were waiting for Wang Zhongren's rescue results in the corridor of the operating room.
Tang Feng spent so much effort to risk his life to snatch Wang Zhongren from the Qing Gang in Vladivostok. If he died at the door of his house, it would be like a capsized boat in the gutter.
The rescue continued. After a while, Yan Zhuhui walked over slowly with gauze wrapped around her shoulders. Seeing her, Shura frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Why haven't this woman left yet?"
Hu Chi asked, "Boss, do you hate her very much? This lady is pretty good-looking."
Shura's eyes were deep, staring at him, shook her head and said, "I always think something is wrong with her, but there is something wrong with me, I can't think of it for the moment!"
Hu Chi took back his cynical smile and looked at Yan Zhuhui. No matter from that angle, whether it is body, appearance, temperament or behavior, he is perfect and unable to pick on. Hu Chi sighed and said, "Maybe,
He is so beautiful, not so real!”
Shura pursed her lips and said nothing.
Tang Feng walked to Yan Zhuhui, looked at the injuries on her shoulder, and asked, "How is it? Is the injury serious?"
Yan Zhuhui nodded and smiled, "The doctor said it's okay, it's better to take medicine for a few days." As he said that, he looked at the operating room and asked with concern: "How is your friend? Are you still seriously injured?"
"Yes!" Tang Feng nodded and said, "It's still being rescued. Whether he can survive depends on God."
"Why did those people kill you?" When he thought about it now, Yan Zhuhui still looked lingering in fear. He said in a trembling voice: "Those people are so scary."
"I have many enemies." Tang Feng smiled bitterly: "What's more, in the underworld, killers need reasons."
"Then your situation is very dangerous?" Yan Zhuhui said in surprise.
"I'm used to it." Tang Feng said seriously: "Because of my relationship, you are hurt, I'm very embarrassed."
"Don't be embarrassed." Yan Zhuhui smiled generously and said, "Please treat me to a meal, even if it's compensation for me!"
Tang Feng was stunned and looked at her not saying anything. Yan Zhuhui reached out and shook her in front of him, asking, "What's wrong?"
"Ah, nothing!" Tang Feng shook his head with a smile.
"If you think it's inconvenient to treat me to a meal, forget it." Yan Zhuhui said with a distant face.
It is difficult for a man to make a decision on her request if a woman is so beautiful. Tang Feng is of course a man. He smiled slightly and said, "A moment, if my friend is fine, I will treat you to a big meal."
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When Yan Zhuhui heard this, she walked to the chair, sat down, and closed her eyes. Tang Feng asked, "What are you doing?" "I will pray for your friend, and I wish him peace and safety!" "Haha!
"Tang Feng smiled. If prayers can control people's lives, then there will be no need for doctors in the world.
More than an hour later, the lights in the operating room finally went out. Wang Zhongren was lying on the hospital bed and was pushed out by a nurse. Then, a middle-aged doctor walked out of the operating room. Tang Feng hurriedly walked up and asked.
"Doctor, how about my friend? Is there any danger?"
"He was seriously injured, but fortunately, he sent it in time, but now he is not in danger of life." The doctor put down his mask and said a little tired.
After hearing the doctor's words, Tang Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Doctor, thank you."
At this time, Yan Zhuhui came over and said with a smile: "Your friend is fine. It must be my prayer that works. This time, you should treat me to a meal!"
"Where do you want to eat?" Tang Feng had a relaxed smile on his face.
"Let's go to a Chinese restaurant!" Yan Zhuhui said happily: "After eating abroad, I still think the food in my country is the best and most delicious!"
"Okay!" Tang Feng agreed simply.
Yan Zhuhui was full of excitement and said to Tang Feng: "Wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom and come out soon!"
Looking at her disappearing back, Shura said, "Boss, I haven't found out the killer yet. It's too dangerous to go to a crowded place."
"I know." Tang Feng whispered: "It takes time to find the killer, but I don't want to delay it for too long, so let them come to me on their own initiative." As he said that, he put one of them in the first place.
The leader of the big circle shouted that he was approaching and whispered: "I will go to Chinatown later. The killer will definitely come to kill me. You can mobilize your brothers immediately and lie there first. Once you see the killer, kill him without any hesitation!"
"Brother Zhao, I understand! I'll gather people now." The leader said with a serious face and agreed neatly. He turned around and was about to leave. Tang Feng called him and said, "Wait a minute, give me some guns and ammunition.
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The leader first took out the gun and magazine on his body and handed it to Tang Feng. However, he felt that it was not enough, so he waved to his subordinates and asked them to hand over the magazine and magazine to Shura and others.
When Yan Zhuhui came out of the bathroom, the people in the big circle had left as Tang Feng's wishes, leaving only Shura and others by his side.
Yan Zhuhui was stunned, looked left and right, and asked, "Huh? Where are the other people?"
Tang Feng said with a smile: "We are going to have a meal, not to fight, why are we bringing so many brothers?"
Yan Zhuhui laughed when she heard this. She smiled brighter than Tang Feng. Before she walked up, she held Tang Feng's arm intimately and said, "Let's go!" The sound of his speech was so soft that it could drown people in
in.
Tang Feng turned his head and looked at her, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled deeply, and had a little weirdness.
In Chinatown, there are many restaurants in Z, all kinds of flavors, Sichuan restaurants and Cantonese restaurants. As long as you are from Z, you can always find restaurants that suit your tastes here. There are many Chinese people in the past, but there are also many of them.
The figure of Westerners.
Tang Feng and Yan Zhuhui chose a Northeast restaurant. This Northeast restaurant is not big, with two floors and no private rooms. Foreign restaurants are not as good as domestic, especially Western culture, and there are few restaurants with private rooms.
There were not many customers in the restaurant. When Yan Zhuhui came recently, many eyes were unconsciously cast on her and stared blankly. It seemed that she had become commonplace with such eyes. Yan Zhuhui didn't care at all and held Tang Feng's arm generously.
A charming smile on his face.
Tang Feng chose a dining table on the inner side and sat down with Yan Zhuhui, while Shura and others sat on the adjacent dining table. Not long after, a waiter in the age of a young man came over and asked with a smile: "Sir, Miss."