Chapter 1188 - Chapter 1189: wreaking havoc in the hospital (1/2)

Song Jian was not afraid of Song Cheng wrapping the blanket around him. He shouted, ”such a small blanket can't cover two people at all. You're already so big, why are you snatching a small blanket from me?

”Aren't you afraid of being laughed at? You're really shameless! ”

Song Cheng was furious. He grabbed Song Jian's collar and said, ”then aren't you afraid of being laughed at? The blanket was snatched from your mother.

Why should you be the only one enjoying it. ”I think you need to be taught a lesson. I won't teach you a lesson today.

”You've already forgotten who's older and who's younger in the family. ”

After saying that, he was about to snatch the blanket from Song Jian. How could Song Jian compromise? The two of them pushed each other and the other beat each other up.

The two of them exchanged punches and kicks. Very quickly, the two of them scuffled. The blanket passed through the two of them and was torn apart.

It directly turned into a pile of rags. The cotton inside flew everywhere.

Tang Shufen saw the two brothers struggle so much for a blanket. She could only shout loudly, ”both of you are not children anymore.

Don't embarrass yourselves here.

The blanket has been torn by you two.

Now, you don't even have to think about it.

Stop Right Now Boss, don't kill him, third brother is your biological brother!”But no matter how much she shouted, the two brothers had no intention of stopping.

After all, Song Cheng had done farm work, so he had a little strength. Now that he had the upper hand, he had already pressed Song Jian under his body. Riding on him, he swung his fists at Song Jian's face and punched him a few times.

Song Jian's face was soon covered in blood. His nose was bleeding all over his face, which made people feel very terrifying.

The sound of the two fighting, together with Tang Shufen's shouting, finally woke up the people in the hospital.

There were still some patients and family members in the ward, so they pushed open the door and walked out to take a look.

It was okay to take a look, but why were there three beggars in the corridor?

In everyone's eyes, what were they if not beggars? Their clothes were tattered, full of patches, and their hair had not been cut for a long time.

The old woman sat on the ground. Her hair was white and her face was dirty. Everyone was afraid.