Chen Zhao looked at these people, obviously more than his people, and walk steadily, can only reluctantly turn around to go out.

When he left the hospital and looked at the only lamp still on in the special care unit, he knew that it was Zhang Zheng's place.

"Find someone to kill Zhang Zheng." Chen Zhao's voice suddenly became grim.

Sitting in the car, looking at the light again, he slowly closed his eyes.

I'm sorry that Zhang Li and I were so worried

"No Zhang Zheng shook his head: "there are other forces behind him. In any case, we can't get the money today."

Looking at Anna's puzzled eyes, Zhang Zheng opened the meal on the table: "he, now must be studying who to kill me."

"Why aren't you in a hurry?" Anna was in a hurry: "how can you be so relaxed about such a big thing?"

Startled by the suddenly raised tone, Zhang Zheng put down his chopsticks: "because everything is in my control."

He clenched his fist, looked at Anna's expression, relaxed a little, and sighed, "you won't have to go to work until I find your mother a hospital. As for safety, I have already transferred people from Zhangjia, and I expect to arrive tomorrow morning. "

Waving to interrupt Anna's refusal, Zhang Zheng said earnestly: "this is not the concern of a leader for his subordinates, but for his friends as a friend."

Listening to Zhang Zheng, Anna's face showed a smile: "thank you."

"Sleep." With a sigh.

Two people, one on the left and one on the right.

Early the next morning, Zhang Zheng heard the footsteps outside the door. He turned up and saw Anna, who was still sleeping well. He laughed and walked out of the ward.

Some surprised to see the visitors, Zhang Zheng some doubt: "Uncle Sheng, in charge of the two companies are still so free?"

Looking at his master's puzzled look, uncle Sheng felt that his hair was white and unjust: "master, what happened last night? Your hunting order almost spread all over Hebei."

Zhang Zheng did not answer his words, but put his eyes on the ten people behind him: "these look more powerful than those who came last night."

"Yes." Uncle Sheng side over the body: "those are just ordinary security guards, these are specially trained for you when the Lord is alive."

Zhang Zheng was stunned for a moment. He took it unconsciously in his voice and couldn't believe it: "my father trained me specially?"

"Yes." Uncle Sheng was also a little sad: "you have been selected at the beginning of your birth. Every year after that, new people have been added. Finally, you have trained these ten."

After a long silence, Zhang Zheng pursed his lips: "you ten are here to protect the mother and daughter in the house."

Never thought that the father who drove himself out of the house had done so much in silence behind his back, and his mood became somewhat depressed.

"Don't follow me." Listening to the footsteps not far behind him, Zhang Zheng lowered his voice and roared.

Don't want to care about the people who are still behind him, Zhang Zheng thinks about the details that have been ignored by him.

At that time, the father just took over, the family began to be more and more busy, more and more quarrels.

But every morning, my father would come out to give lectures to the two brothers. Even if he was not at home, he would send a video to them. For many years, he was impatient. Now he thought about it, and it was the way to care.

Unconsciously, they went to the hospital in the east of the city.

Looking at the closed gate and passers-by's pointing, Zhang Zheng stopped and glanced at the plaque: "heaven and earth hall."

"It's a great name." Zhang Zheng thought for a moment and went up to knock on the door.

After a long time, a man in a white coat quietly opened the door.

Seeing his gray hair, Zhang Zheng thought of the beggar's words and said with a smile: "don't you ask me to go in and sit down?"

Seeing the unpredictable expression on the doctor's face, Zhang Zheng pushed the door and walked in.

After I went in, I realized that the old-fashioned decoration was arranged inside, but the floor area was much larger than Zhang Zheng imagined.

After a brief look, Zhang Zhengqing cleared his throat: "since I'm here, I'll tell you straight. Someone told me that your doctors here are very good at medical skills. My migraine has been for many years, and it's getting more and more serious."

Unexpectedly, the old doctor didn't see his doctor directly, and his face became ugly: "I don't know who told you this sentence, but I can tell you that we just had a life lawsuit. Although I don't know why, I think no one will say that we are good at this time."

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Zheng's eyes swept over the branches under the screen in the middle of the hall and laughed: "it's true that someone told me that, otherwise, I would not have crossed half a Hebei city to come to you."Then he sat down in front of the table and put his arm on the table: "since all of us have come, how can we not have a look?"

Seeing his insistence, the doctor put his hand on Zhang Zheng's wrist.

Zhang Zheng looked serious and didn't disturb him.

After a long period of time, also did not listen to the doctor, just frown tightly, Zhang Zheng opened the mouth: "my disease is very difficult to cure?"

The doctor took back his hand and shook his head dejectedly: "it's not that your disease is difficult to treat, but I'm a shallow scholar. I can't see what's wrong with your pulse, sir."

Said, he turned to look at the empty backyard, a long sigh: "if it is the usual, you can go back to do a test or something, but now it is not OK."

"I can't cure you. You can go and ask for another expert."

Listening to the endless sadness in his voice, Zhang Zheng laughed: "it was the beggars in Jicheng who asked me to come here. You are the owner here, Huang Runsheng."

"Are you not ill?" Huang Runsheng turned his head in an instant, and his eyes flashed with light.

"Yes." Zhang Zheng nodded calmly: "they told me that you want to sell this hospital, but the only condition is that you still have to work in this hospital in the future. Let me come and have a look."

"I always need to know what kind of temperament my employees are in order to decide whether I want to buy or not."

"You can't

At first hearing this decisive words, Zhang Zheng was very surprised: "reason."

"There's no reason." Huang Runsheng opened his folding fan and walked back to the backyard without looking back.