Chapter 589: Prepare yourself for funeral-3 (1/2)
”Who dares to try me!”
Yan Bang's harsh voice echoed throughout the ward.
Not only the fierce scolding, but also the gun in his hand.
Both the doctor and the nurse trembled and dared not come forward. Although it is their bounden duty to rescue the wounded, they do not want to lose their lives in the face of a pistol that will kill them.
Yanbang is not iron. The soreness of his arm also hurt his teeth. Doctors have lengthened the cycle of sores, but Yan Bang still doesn't cooperate.
”It seems that this can only be tried by someone who is not afraid of me!”
When Feng Xinglang came to Yulong City, he was seeing Yan Bang playing tricks on a group of medical staff.
When the paramedics saw Feng Erye and Feng Xinglang, their faces were trembling and they stretched out. There is no doubt that the appearance of Feng Xinglang is simply their savior.
”Look at you guys, what is it like one after another? He doesn't want to recover from being a dog guy, so let him take care of himself! Don't help him amputate!”
Feng Xinglang humorously muzzled a group of medical staff who were frightened by Yan Bang.
At the moment when Feng Xinglang appeared, Yan Bang's eyes lit up instantly.
Feng Xinglang walked past the gun held by Yan Bang in such an unstoppable manner, and finally arrived at Yan Bang's muzzle with his Hungarian chamber.
”Dogs, are you firing? If you don't shoot, then let the gun down for me!”
Feng Xinglang excited Yan Yan.
In Shencheng, only Feng Xinglang dare to excite Yan Bang in this way. If you change someone else, it is estimated that Yan Bang has become a living target!
In front of Feng Xinglang, and in front of a group of medical staff, Yan Bang finally chose no seed!
Feng Xinglang seized the gun in Yan Bang's hand and threw it in a corner.
Immediately after that, they deceived them, and Feng Xinglang used his strong physique to suppress Yan Bang's strong body like a cow.
”What are you still doing? Hurry up with revenge and grievances.”
Under the restraint of Feng Xinglang, the group of medical staff seemed to have taken a reassurance pill, and then went forward to Yan Bang's blood-scarred arm that had been bombarded by the rocket and started to clear the sores.
Yan Bang's physique was as strong as Swassinger; trying to suppress him from moving was not an easy task.
You can't use a tranquilizer every time you clear the sores. That can hurt your brain if you don't do well.
And Yan Bang is always not very cooperative. Only when Feng Xinglang was present did the medical staff dare to clear his sore on such a large scale.
Feng Xinglang took off his coat and wore only a cold-proof shirt, but Yan Bang was also sweating.
Yan Bang, who was suppressed by Feng Xinglang, was pained and happy. It was a complicated and wonderful feeling.
But under the flesh, even the bone sores can be seen, it really hurt Yan Bang like a runaway bison.
Feng Xinglang guided Yan Bang to take a deep breath and then take a deep breath.
Waiting for the medical staff to clean up quickly and adeptly is half an hour later. Feng Xinglang was lying on Yan's side, panting like a cow. Even the injured Yan Bang was as strong as a mad dog.
If you have to use mad dogs as a metaphor for Yan Bang, it seems that purebred Tibetan Mastiff is more suitable.
This is indeed a physically demanding job.
Yu Yong's chef brought Yan Bang's favorite food. Taking into account the injuries on Yan Bang, the diet these days is much lighter than usual.
”Go and open two bottles of whiskey. I want to have a drink with Er Ye.” Yan Bang yelled at the cook coldly.
It was disgusting to see the geoduck, but Yan Bang loved it.
Feng Xinglang always felt that geoducks looked like a man's stuff, and even if they could fill the shape, they looked really disgusting.
Yan Bang's left hand was tied, almost equivalent to being disabled; and a needle was attached to his right hand, which was connected to various detection instruments. It looks like a trapped beast.
The whisky brought by the chef was left aside by Feng Xinglang.