Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"Hey, wake up." A nice female voice rang in my ear.

I opened my eyes suddenly and saw a person dressed as a nurse standing in front of me.

"Ah?" I was still a little confused, and I didn't know what happened.

"You look serious, don't you need stitches?"

I followed her fingers and looked at my arm. The wound that Gao Yang slashed was still bleeding, and there was already a pool of blood on the floor. [

"Need." I woke up all of a sudden, and immediately jumped up, only paying attention to Uncle Wu, forgetting that I still had a wound on my arm!

"Then hurry up and go through the formalities, pay the fee, and arrange for the operation to start. There is a doctor on duty right now." The nurse said without haste.

I don't know if it's because of excessive bleeding or because I didn't wake up. I feel my head is a little groggy.

"Pay the fee?" When I touched my pocket, there were dozens of dollars, and I didn't have the bank card. How could I raise money for the surgery in the middle of the night?

"You have no money?" The nurse looked at me suspiciously.

"Not yet, can you do it first, and I'll get the money after I'm done." I said with some embarrassment.

"That's not allowed, it's against the regulations." The nurse said, "Hurry up and call your parents to bring the money."

"..." I fell silent for a moment, calling my parents?Forget it, it’s no wonder they don’t faint from fright when they see my arm like this, they can help me study hard at school and be good babies!

I looked up at the operating room on the opposite side, and found that the lights above had gone out, and a Ji Ling asked, "Where is the monk who performed the operation in there earlier?"

"The operation has been completed, and now I am recuperating."

"Which ward is he in? I'm going to see him first." I was so excited that I forgot about my arm again.Strange to say, it's not painless now, but it's not so painful that I need to pay attention to it all the time.

"The third ward from the left on the second floor of the inpatient department—don't go there now, he needs to rest now." The nurse said seriously.

"Oh..." I was silent for a while, then asked again: "Then who pays for his medical expenses?"

"Why do you care so much?" The nurse looked at me suspiciously.

"It's not that I care too much." I said helplessly, "I'm with them."