Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 462 Zhang Zhiwei, I'll shoot you
"Well..."

Doctor Tom hesitated for less than a tenth of a second and sold it out to Zhang Zhiwei on the spot: "The ugly Taoist priest from Mount Longhu came to see you before. He said that you were practicing and didn't let me wake you up. Otherwise, I would have wanted to wake you up during my one-hour ward rounds."

"Zhang Zhiwei?"

"Yes, that's him!" Doctor Tom was afraid that he was not sure about the name and nickname of Lao Zhong, so he described him as "Zhang, very tall."

"That's right." He Songling gritted his teeth and said, "Old Zhang, Old Zhang, you can't beat me, but you dare to use this method to murder me?"

"Well, believe me, this is definitely promising. I promise you..."

"Don't pull this egg yet."

He Songling interrupted Dr. Tom's explanation and said, "You should follow the company's rules and regulations. You have a research direction and you can submit it for approval. I will not ask you for any money, location, or laboratory. But there is one thing. If you continue to use this technology on humans without safety testing, I will cut off your funding."

"No problem, no problem, don't worry!" The Englishman was arrogant at first but respectful later, and said to He Songling with a smile: "Come quickly, give Mr. He the best care, and monitor Mr. He's health 24 hours a day. If something like this happens again, I won't forgive you!"

"What smells so good?" At this moment, another faint voice sounded: "Barbecue? Give me some, I'm hungry."

"What kind of meat are you grilling? What am I doing..." He Songling was about to curse, but when he turned around, he saw Tang Jiaren staring at him.

"Hey, Master, are you awake?"

"It's all thanks to you." Tang Jia Ren really lived up to his nickname, the Laughing King of Hell. He was smiling when he killed others, but he himself had a near-death experience and his limbs were crippled. He just woke up and could still smile.

"Why are you lying down? Were you beaten by the Japanese soldiers?"

"Of course, those few ninjas are no match for me." He Songling said proudly, "I was hit by dozens of Japanese artillery shells and thousands of bullets, and finally killed more than 2,000 Japanese soldiers. Just tell me if I am awesome or not!"

"Awesome, awesome, I admire you, I admire you." Tang Jiaren was also very happy. On the one hand, he was happy that the Japanese were successfully killed, and on the other hand...

"It's rare to see you risk your life like this. The Japanese are really strong. How many people on our side, Lao Zhong, wanted to kill you, but you were never hurt. As a result, you fought with the Japanese. Looking at your condition, you will die before me. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, if this gets out, how many people will set off firecrackers for three days in a row, and they will have to borrow money to buy leeks to make dumplings."

"How come you, a Sichuanese, always think about eating dumplings? Is the Spring Festival Gala coming to you?" He Songling's face quickly turned dark.

If he really survived a near-death experience fighting the Japanese, it would be glorious, a hero's medal, and he would not be embarrassed, but would even show it off. Whenever he met someone who disagreed, he would show this story and make him speechless. The problem was that this near-death experience was not because of the Japanese...

"Master, please lie here first. You just woke up. Let the doctors and nurses check you. I have something to do, so I have to go out first." He Songling tore off the tubes and iron sheets on his body, stood up and was about to walk out the door.

"Hey, Mr. He, boss, you can't leave!" Doctor Tom shouted from behind, "Come back for a checkup!"

"I'm fine. I'll be fine soon." He Songling was not lying. It was just a fake death and suffocation injury. It was really not worth mentioning to people like them. Unless they couldn't be saved, if they were saved, they would be fine in three to five minutes.

"You're fine?" Doctor Tom was furious. "Your blood pressure and blood oxygen have dropped to such a low level. The electrocardiogram has been flat for several days. According to my diagnosis, you should be taken out for fever." "I'm really fine. You said that's normal people. We have practiced." He Songling had a headache. This Doctor Tom was really a good doctor, but he was too arbitrary in his professional field. He Songling explained to him with gestures: "Kung Fu, you know, dismantle Nizi Kangfu! Hey, ha, wada!"

Unfortunately, there is no such word these days. Bruce Lee was not born until the end of November this year, and it would take him decades to become an international superstar.

Doctor Tom didn't believe He Songling's nonsense. He grabbed He Songling's clothes and said seriously, "Last time, because of the nonsense of people like you, I left you in a dangerous situation without treatment. You almost died. This time, I want to believe you again. I am the one!"

"That's right!" He Songling clapped his hands, "I'm just going to settle accounts with that grandson! Don't worry, he is him, I am me, and I know how to take care of my own body."

"Whether there are any problems or not, everything is subject to the test report, okay?" Dr. Tom called the nurse: "Come, lock the door, and push Mr. He in for the examination!"

"Hey, no, it's me, eh?" He Songling could only watch as a group of nurses pushed him back to the bed and asked him to write new prescriptions for examination.

“Hahahahahaha!” Tang Jiaren laughed out loud this time: “Boy, you have come to this day too!”

"What are you laughing at? Don't even think about running away, you old bastard!" He Songling glared at Tang Jiaren, but Tang Jiaren sprayed him with a mouthful of green poison.

"Hey hey hey!!"

Suddenly there was chaos in the ICU.

It was the next day when He Songling came out of the ICU.

The first words Zhang Huaiyi heard when he woke up from his sleep were a loud shout.

"Zhang Zhiwei, I'm going to fucking shoot you!"

He Songling kicked the door of the ward open, holding two heavy machine guns, and cursed at the people inside.

"Hey, stop it!" Zhang Huaiyi exclaimed, "Brother He, please spare my life. I haven't run away yet!"

"I thought you wanted to save Zhang Zhiwei's life." He Songling glanced at him. When did this shorty Zhang Huaiyi become so bold? He didn't even dare to use his methods against the strange man. Now with two gun barrels pointed at him, he dared to show up?
"I'm just kidding. Why should I protect him? He deserves to die." Zhang Huaiyi didn't consider the fact that Zhang Zhiwei was right next to him. Anyway, they were both seriously injured. Who was stronger now? If we really fight, I might even beat you up.

"Why do you deserve it? You didn't even ask why!" Zhang Zhiwei shouted unconvinced. His junior brother's behavior made him lose face.

"If Senior Brother He wants to shoot you, then you are seeking death. It is reasonable for Senior Brother He to kill anyone." Zhang Huaiyi said as he moved slowly along the wall, trying to move to the window and escape through it.

"Huaiyi, think it through." Zhang Zhiwei's small eyes flashed with ferocity, "You have hidden this matter again, and I haven't reported it to Master yet. You have to think clearly about who you should stand with."

(End of this chapter)