Chapter 159: Late Night Hijacking

Fang Ruhu never thought about who he provoked? Or rather, he would never have thought of it. He covered the sky with one hand in the neighborhood, and ran amok through his younger brother. As a result, his younger brother disappeared overnight, and he immediately panicked.

Fang Ruhu's first thought was that people in Tianyang City would trouble his younger brother, and he had to react as soon as possible to show his prestige, otherwise he would not have to mess around in the future.

But then Fang Ruhu had another thought in his mind, maybe he was caught by people for all kinds of bad things he did, and his younger brother was taken away by the Disciplinary Committee. Until his throat was poked, he was troubled by these two assumptions.

But now, Fang Ruhu doesn't need to be troubled anymore, because he saw Zhou Qingfeng!

The stretcher bed was rolled out from the operating room, and three or four nurses circled around Fang Ruhu. They will push Fang Ruhu back to the ward for follow-up observation and treatment. Seeing this scene, Zhou Qingfeng immediately stood up from the aisle and quietly followed.

Fang Ruhu's neck was wrapped with a thick layer of gauze, and there was a fixed bracket. He did not rely on several tubes to assist breathing and eating like Minsk did. This shows that he has completed the throat replacement operation, and the artificial laryngeal cartilage has been installed in him. neck.

Fang Ruhu's anesthetic effect was disappearing, so he should continue to sleep, but he seemed to feel the danger in a daze, so he opened his eyes and looked around. He wanted to speak, but he was unable to speak out just after the operation, but the nurse who took care of him reminded him: "Director Fang, please keep quiet and keep quiet."

But Fang Ruhu couldn't keep quiet. He saw Zhou Qingfeng walking by the stretcher wearing a mask. Others could not recognize Zhou Qingfeng, but he had repeatedly remembered this young face in his mind these two days. He even suspected that Zhou Qingfeng had murdered him when he was sober before the operation.

But now, Fang Ruhu was sure that Zhou Qingfeng had something to do with his injury. He must warn, he must struggle, he must call for help.

Seeing Fang Ruhu on the stretcher bed suddenly began to twist his body, and there was still an indistinct cry from his throat, the nurses who took care of him became flustered.

"Director Fang, don't move. You have just finished the operation and the wound has just been stitched up. You must keep quiet."

"Director Fang, what's wrong with you? Don't move around!"

"Come here, help, the patient is out of control."

Fang Ruhu was so excited and vigilant that Zhou Qingfeng couldn't get close. He can only stay away again and wait for the opportunity. Under the call of the nurse, a few more nurses came to try to appease the restless Fang Ruhu.

And seeing Zhou Qingfeng leave,

Fang Ruhu became quieter just now. But this time he clung tightly to a nurse's hand again, as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw.

In Fang Ruhu's mind, Zhou Qingfeng's appearance in the hospital was definitely to murder him. But now he can't speak, and he has to drag the medical staff around him to be safer. It would be even better if the nurses could call the police to guard him.

For this reason, Fang Ruhu tried his best to write and draw in the nurse's palm. The nurse identified it for a long time before she asked in confusion, "110? Are you going to call the police?"

Fang Ruhu's neck was fixed with a bracket, so he couldn't move at all. He could only blink to express himself. But the nurse said, "Director Fang, do you still think you were just attacked? You are mistaken, you are already safe. You are in the hospital."

A few simple actions had already made Fang Ruhu sweat all over his body. He could only continue to hold the nurse's palm and write '110', but the nurse didn't understand what he meant at all. Forward to the ward.

At the elevator door, Fang Ruhu saw Zhou Qingfeng again. There was a chill in those cold eyes, calm and indifferent, as if mocking Fang Ruhu's meaningless dying struggle.

This made Fang Ruhu excited again, and he even wanted to get up from the stretcher. For this reason, the nurses tied him up with restraint belts to prevent him from hurting himself.

In the end, Fang Ruhu could only lie on the stretcher and howled, with tears of grief and anger streaming from the corners of his eyes. The anxious and desperate voice made the tired and sweaty nurses feel strange.

"What happened to him? Why does he seem to be possessed?"

"I don't know either. It's the first time I've seen someone struggling after surgery."

"Should we really call the police? After all, he has been writing '110' in my palm."

"Call the police, then what? Let the police see him crazy?"

"It doesn't matter, let's call the police first. I think he really wants us to call the police."

In the elevator, when he heard that a nurse was willing to call the police, Fang Ruhu hurriedly whined twice cheerfully, which made the nurses realize that this guy was not crazy, but rather conscious.

The elevator outside the operating room is for special use, and ordinary people are prohibited from using it. Zhou Qingfeng failed to follow in, but just glanced at the slowly changing numbers on the elevator door, then quickly entered the stairwell, and ran from the seventh floor where the operation was performed to the ward on the nineteenth floor.

Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to cause some trouble on the way, and then get Fang Ruhu away. But now Fang Ruhu is very vigilant, and the nurses on the other side are also very dedicated, so they didn't give him a chance to do something, so he ran to Fang Ruhu's ward again.

However, visits were prohibited at night in the ward, and there were full-time security guards, so Zhou Qingfeng could only withdraw again. He knew that he might not have much time left, and he saw Fang Ruhu writing '110' on the nurse's palm. If a nurse actually went to call the police, he would have no chance.

Still have to go inside the ward.

Zhou Qingfeng returned to the stairwell, opened the window and looked out. This is the 19th floor, more than 60 meters above the ground, even if the twice strengthened body falls, it will be smashed into mud. But he climbed the wall and climbed out without hesitation.

In the middle of the night, no one cared about a figure outside the nineteenth floor, and Zhou Qingfeng remembered Fang Ruhu's room number, and had seen the hospital's fire evacuation route map, and he relied on his courage and brute force to pinpoint Fang Ruhu's ward.

In the room, several nurses assured Fang Ruhu that they would call the police, and then left one by one. A nurse hung the bottle for him, and at the same time told him to go to bed early, resting on the side of the hospital bed with his arm pillowed.

And seeing someone guarding him, Fang Ruhu finally felt a little safe. He took a long breath and thought to himself that when he recovered, he must send that Zhou Qingfeng to prison. No... It's not enough to send him to prison, he has to be cleaned up before he goes to prison. There is also the little young woman who is not letting go, and the old woman who is helping him, and none of them can be let go.

In a daze, Fang Ruhu, who had exhausted his energy, was really tired. He was about to fall into a deep sleep, but he heard a creaking sound from the window, which woke him up again. He couldn't move his head, but he could imagine that someone was tearing open the window railing.

Woooooo... Fang Ruhu let out another sob to call the police, but the nurse who was close at hand fell into a deep sleep within a few minutes and didn't respond at all.

After a while of creaking sounds, Zhou Qingfeng came in from the window, sneering at Fang Ruhu with a ferocious face.

Two or three minutes later, the police who received the call quickly came to Fang Ruhu's ward. They pushed the little nurse who was sleeping soundly in front of the bed, and asked, "Where is Director Fang?"

"Uh...he's on the bed!" The guard nurse looked up and exclaimed like a ghost: "Hey..., where is he?" (To be continued.) Opening a new website