Chapter 893 (1/2)

In the ward, Zhiyong stood by the bed and dialed Lao Yan.

Why doesn't Zhiyong sit down? It's so painful to stand with so many wounds on his body.

No way, he doesn't want to stand.

But sitting down hurts more!

Twenty eight dollars!

All greeted Zhiyong.

Except for Tintin and no knife wounds on his face, there are basically all the rest.

When he was in a coma, he didn't notice it at all. Now when he woke up, the pain nerve came over without taboo. Except that he could stand a little better, he couldn't do anything else.

I can't help but stand.

The phone was connected in a short time, and Lao Yan's voice came from it.

”Hey ~ ~” pale, powerless, with a little helplessness.

This may be the biggest and most devastating blow to Lao Yan's gang.

Zhiyong is injured, Qiangzi doesn't know his whereabouts, and Lao Yan's foot is also injured.

Bone fracture.

Pain, can only be raised slowly.

Hearing Lao Yan's helpless voice, Zhiyong seemed to see his kind face and found the backbone.

His suffering these days broke out at a stroke.

”Big brother...” Zhiyong even choked in his voice.

Lao Yan was a little surprised to hear that it was Zhiyong's name.

”Zhiyong, are you awake?”

Zhiyong's nose was sour and almost cried: ”well, I woke up, brother...”

Deep brotherhood is full of old Yan and Zhiyong. Across the phone, Zhiyong wants to fly to old Yan.

”Well, just wake up, just wake up.” although Lao Yan usually doesn't like seeing Zhiyong, he is more relieved to hear Zhiyong's voice now.

As long as Zhiyong is okay.

“……”

They were silent on the phone for a while.

”Is there enough money?” after a while, Lao Yan's first sentence was this.

On this point, Lao Yan is very authentic.

Follow old Yan Hun, it's still very guaranteed. If you're injured and hospitalized, you don't have to worry about money.

”That's enough,” Zhiyong said.

”Well, how's your body?”

”It's OK. They cut twenty-eight knives by Zhang Wen.” Zhiyong said faintly.

This sentence was passed into Lao Yan's ears, which made him energetic and automatically associated with the appearance of volunteers.

Twenty eight knives, even if they were arranged on Zhiyong, it was a terrible scene, but not to mention being cut so many knives.

It's good for Zhiyong to survive.

”Zhiyong, you have suffered!”

Lao Yan said sincerely.

This sentence makes Zhiyong's cold heart warm in an instant.

My big brother is still very good. Adversity shows the truth.

All along, Lao Yan felt too cold for him.

”Elder brother, I'm fine. I've just been cut a few times!” Zhiyong said positively.

Old Yan's feet here were wrapped in gauze, but his eyes were cold.

”Be careful yourself during this time. Hide first. We'll work it out with Zhang Wen slowly! Now the wind is tight, and I can't go back for the time being.”

”Well...”

”Also, be careful of boss Wang. Last night, I was almost held down by the column! Fortunately, I ran fast, I jumped down from the third floor and broke my foot!”