Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Meanwhile, the emergency passage on the side of the lobby on the first floor.

"Doctor! Bring out a stretcher! Quickly!"

Zhao Shanhe, carrying a bloodied man whose fate was unknown, let out a low growl as soon as he turned into the dimly lit emergency room corridor.

The bullet hole under the left shoulder of the man on his back was still bleeding intermittently.

The wound had been left untreated for far too long; the blood had already soaked through their clothes. They had been soaked in the rain the whole way, and their bodies, which had been pressed against their backs, were now frighteningly cold.

With Zhao Shanhe's heavy and rapid footsteps, a series of glaring black and red bloodstains were immediately left on the corridor floor.

The nurse at the front desk, who had been peering into the lobby, was startled by the menacing growl.

When she turned around and saw Zhao Shanhe looking like a living Yama who had just crawled out of a hellish place, she turned pale with fright and scrambled to the emergency room to call for help.

A few seconds later, the two doors of the emergency room were slammed open from the inside with a loud bang.

Director Chen, his medical mask askew on his chin, rushed out with several nurses pushing a stretcher.

"Put him down! What's wrong...?"

Director Chen shouted and looked up, but when he saw the living devil dripping with blood in front of him, he slammed on the brakes and almost crashed into the cart.

His eyes widened in anger, and his voice cracked with rage.

"Zhao Shanhe? It's you again?!"

Director Chen pointed at Zhao Shanhe's mud-covered clothes dripping with blood, his fingers trembling as if electrified.

"They just delivered one last night, and now they've brought another one! I've barely closed my eyes for five minutes, are you guys at Hongxing Factory trying to kill this old man here...?"

"Director Chen."

Zhao Shanhe had no time to listen to his complaints and interrupted him decisively.

With a swift and steady motion, he gently and firmly placed the bloodied man, whose fate was unknown, onto the flatbed with a "thud."

"A penetrating wound to the lower left shoulder; I was shot."

"The blood has almost dried up, and the wound is soaking in a stinking ditch. If we had been any later, we would have been taken straight to the morgue."

"A bullet?!" Director Chen's face changed drastically. The half-spoken curse he was about to utter was instantly stuck in his throat. His professional instincts made his eyes turn red instantly.

"What a tragedy!"

He shoved the nurse who was blocking his way and grabbed the handrail of the trolley, roaring.

"Prepare the emergency room! Push the stretcher to the bottom! Immediately establish dual intravenous access and begin pressure infusion! Emergency cross-matching with the blood bank! Prepare the wound cleaning kit and give them a tetanus shot! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Amidst Director Chen's rapid-fire shouts, the nurses pushed a stretcher, its wheels crushing a long trail of blood on the ground, and rushed into the emergency room like a whirlwind.

The two heavy doors of the emergency room slammed shut in front of us with a loud bang.

The emergency red light above the door suddenly lit up, its glare sending a chill down my spine.

Zhao Shanhe stood still, his chest heaving violently.

He stared intently at the door for two seconds until he heard the chaotic sounds of doctors and nurses trying to save lives and the ticking of medical equipment coming from inside. Only then did the tension he had been holding on for so long begin to ease slightly.

The person has been taken inside.

Whether the rest survive or not is none of Zhao Shanhe's business.

I've done everything I should and shouldn't have done tonight. I've done everything I could.

He raised his mud-covered hand, wiped the blood off his face, and turned to walk out of the corridor.

Just as I turned out of the dim shadows of the emergency room corridor, a thin, dark figure suddenly moved in the corner.

"Brother Shanhe, is that you?"

The voice was extremely soft, with an undisguised tremor and trepidation.

Zhao Shanhe paused, looked up in the dim light of the motion-activated lamp, and frowned slightly: "Monkey? Why did you come down?"

Upon hearing that familiar, hoarse voice, the slender figure in the shadows suddenly lunged into the light.

The sixteen-year-old monkey, upon seeing Zhao Shanhe's gruesome state with black and red blood dripping from his body, felt as if his tendons had been pulled out, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

"elder brother……"

The monkey's eyes instantly turned red, and tears streamed down its face without warning, leaving two deep lines on its mud-covered face.

He reached out, trembling, wanting to touch Zhao Shanhe's blood-stained chest but not daring to, crying uncontrollably, "Brother, what happened to you? Who stabbed you?!"

Seeing the boy crying with tears streaming down his face, the murderous intent in Zhao Shanhe's eyes instantly turned into helplessness.

He sighed, reached out his slightly cleaner hand, and gave the monkey's wet head a good rub.

"Alright, stop howling."

Zhao Shanhe's voice was hoarse and rough: "I'm fine, it's all someone else's blood. Your brother didn't even break a layer of skin, the King of Hell wouldn't dare to take me."

The monkey paused for a moment, then, with tears still in its eyes, leaned closer to take a look.

Seeing that Zhao Shanhe was indeed unharmed despite his muddy face and steady breathing, the heart that had been hanging in his throat finally settled back into his stomach with a "thump".

He hastily wiped his face with his sleeve, forcibly drying his tears.

Zhao Shanhe withdrew his hand, glanced around at the empty surroundings, and frowned slightly: "Why are you down there alone? Where are Dazhuang, Lao Hei, and Director Liang? Also, did you receive the note I gave you?"

"received!"

The monkey immediately lowered his voice and blurted out quickly, "As soon as the note arrived, Brother Dazhuang asked someone to call Ivanov to confirm that Director Li didn't have that nephew at all. But now the situation is a bit complicated."

Time was of the essence, and the monkey, speaking at a rapid pace, quickly recounted the entire incident to Zhao Shanhe.

After hearing the monkey's words, Zhao Shanhe's eyes darkened completely, and his mind instantly pieced together all the fragmented clues into an extremely dangerous web.

"That means there are two people who are seriously injured now."

Zhao Shanhe stared at the direction of the hall, his voice low and precise as he recounted the situation: "One was originally in ward 308, but was kicked out after a conflict with Chen Jianguo during the day and moved to Director Li's office. The other is in the VIP ward, being watched 24 hours a day; no one without a certain rank can get in."

The monkey nodded vigorously to the side.

"Director Liang's initial plan was to first rule out the patient in the ward in Director Li's office. Only after confirming that he was not Old Scar would he notify Director Li."

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Shanhe's eyes as he carefully revealed the variables involved: "But unexpectedly, Chen Jianguo came to the city hospital today to visit Gao Wenbin, and happened to run into Director Liang."

"Because he was worried that the old fox Chen Jianguo would see through his scheme, Director Liang was afraid that things might get complicated if he waited any longer, so he called Director Li in advance."

"As a result, Chen Jianguo realized something was wrong. He turned back halfway and blocked Director Li, who had just arrived at the hospital, in the lobby."

The monkey wrung his hands anxiously: "Chen Jianguo is shamelessly insisting on going to the back building with Director Li. Factory Director Liang and Brother Dazhuang are too conspicuous; we're afraid of alerting them if they suddenly show themselves, so we have to retreat upstairs to avoid them. Factory Director Liang left me alone downstairs to keep a close watch."

At this point, the monkey swallowed hard, looking expectantly at Zhao Shanhe as if he had found his pillar of support: "That's how it is. Brother, what do we do now?"