Chapter 160 Joy

Tianyang City is too poor, and the windows of the hospital are still old iron railings. As long as the strength is strong enough, an entrance and exit of a shelter can be easily opened. After Zhou Qingfeng got in, he saw Fang Ruhu who was lying on the bed in terrified panic, struggling and trying to sit up.

"Director Fang, don't you want to find your brother? I'll take you to find him right away." Zhou Qingfeng reached out and gently pinched Fang Ruhu's neck. After a while, the other party fell into a coma due to lack of oxygen, and then died. Finally, he picked up the worthless corpse and returned to the wasteland.

On the streets of Manhattan, Zhou Qingfeng originally disappeared in a Mercedes-Benz pickup, but reappeared holding a dead body in an instant. He swiftly removed the braces and bandages from the corpse's neck, and forcibly pulled the artificial Adam's apple cartilage out of the corpse.

There seemed to be a big hole in the neck of the corpse, with blood gushing out, strands of muscle fibers were exposed, and the broken throat was clearly visible, looking bloody and terrifying.

Zhou Qingfeng cleaned the artificial Adam's apple with the water bag he carried, and whispered indifferently and frantically: "Who said there are no second-hand artificial Adam's apples? Isn't this the one? One hundred and eighty thousand things become worthless in an instant."

In the middle of the night, Zhou Qingfeng returned to the residence of the Women's Association of Armored Arts and rushed directly to the medical area. I happened to see the butcher who had gone out to search for medical supplies come back, handing over the various medicines and instruments he had collected in a day to the doctors in the medical area.

"Doctor Belford, can these things cure Minsk?" The butcher was exhausted, his eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes still had a foul smell. He snatched almost all the medical supplies in front of him, and he killed a lot for this reason.

"I can only say the best I can." Belford is a professional surgeon in his forties, a little bald, and wears glasses. He was handing over the registered material documents to the assistant beside him, and it seemed that he didn't seriously answer the butcher's words.

"Do your best? I don't just want to 'do my best', you must cure my brother!" The butcher suppressed the anger in his heart, and expressed his strong demand in his heart with a low growl.

But Belford remained indifferent, "I'm a doctor, and I can only say that I'm doing my best. I can't tell you what I'm 100% sure of. Judging from the medicines and equipment you have collected now, Minsk Mr.’s trachea repair should be fine.”

"What about his throat?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minsk's throat was shattered by a bullet and must be replaced with a man-made one, and we lack such things now."

"I've searched pretty much all over Manhattan and can't find that artificial throat you're talking about. Can't you think of something else? Isn't there an alternative?"

"terribly sorry,

.... "

"I don't like hearing you say 'I'm sorry'!"

"But all I can say is sorry."

"Damn it!" The butcher, who was as strong as a bear, was extremely anxious. He lifted Dr. Belford's neck, and the heavy pressure on the neck made the doctor have difficulty breathing, "You can't tell me something. Anything else?"

"Butcher, that's enough!" Zhou Qingfeng arrived just in time and stepped forward to save the poor doctor. If you take a step slower, there is no guarantee that this unlucky guy will have his neck broken by the mad butcher, "You should know that's what doctors say. They can't guarantee you anything? Those who can guarantee you are definitely liars."

"I know, but I'm just very angry." The butcher snorted coldly and took half a step back.

And Dr. Belford was still hunching over and coughing dryly. He didn't care much about the butcher's rudeness, and waved his hand and said, "I can understand this kind of thing. I have experienced a lot."

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the doctor again, and handed out the artificial Adam's apple he brought back, "I just heard that you need an artificial Adam's apple, let's see if this can be used?"

It was so coincidental that the butcher and the doctor were staring at Zhou Qingfeng's hand for a while. The doctor took the artificial Adam's apple, looked at it carefully, and said suspiciously: "This is indeed an artificial Adam's apple, but it is a style that has been eliminated many years ago. And..., and...."

The butcher was impatient and growled, "Just tell me, can this thing work?"

"It can be used, but the size is not very suitable. Mr. Minsk's Adam's apple is obviously one size larger than this one. If you use it, it will affect Mr. Minsk's ability to speak after the operation." Dr. Belford added an artificial Adam's apple He approached his nose, sniffed it, and immediately his expression changed, "This seems to be..."

Zhou Qingfeng was very calm, and the butcher immediately guessed the origin of this thing, but he didn't care. Hearing that the doctor said it could be used, he immediately cheered loudly: "Ahhh... that's great, Victor, you did a great job! Now Minsk can stand up again. I'm going to put this Good news to Minsk, and he'll be overjoyed."

The butcher laughed and ran to Minsk's ward, woke up Minsk who had fallen asleep, and told him the news. As for the blemishes that would affect his ability to speak, he completely ignored them. Anyway, Minsk was like a rock, allowing him to breathe and eat normally. He could fight and kill, even if he was dumb.

"Doctor Belford, are you okay?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"You are all lunatics." Dr. Belford seemed a little hard to accept, but he calmed down after a few sighs, "Those who can survive in this world are all lunatics, all lunatics."

"Follow us lunatics, and you won't have to go crazy." Zhou Qingfeng patted the doctor on the shoulder to comfort him, and went to the ward in Minsk. The butcher was yelling, and Minsk's face was also full of smiles. When he saw Zhou Qingfeng coming in, he even drew a sign of blowing a kiss on the writing board.

"Oh... my God." Zhou Qingfeng had a disgusted expression on his face, "Please, I'm not gay. I'd rather you give me a bear hug after you recover."

Minsk laughed so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth. He was already in despair. Even if he was as strong as a bear, a big hole in his throat would turn him into a waste.

Now is the end of the world, and life is difficult, let alone healing such trauma. But the miracle is that in just a day or two, his partner found him all the materials needed for treatment. And I heard from the butcher that Zhou Qingfeng did amazing things to get the artificial Adam's apple.

"Victor, you see that Minsk was moved to tears. I have known you for more than 20 years, but I have never seen such a thing. I guess if he had a daughter or a sister, he would be willing to marry her Here you are." The butcher said with a smirk.

Minsk also smiled cheerfully. He didn't care about his companion's ridicule. Instead, he wrote on the clipboard: "My parents didn't give me a younger sister. But when I recover, I can go Find a woman to marry and have some daughters for Victor."

"Really? Then I'll wait eighteen years."

"Where does it take eighteen years? Our Russian girls can pursue it at the age of fifteen."

"If you're impatient, you're actually twelve years old."

"Isn't this too beastly?"

"Just be gentle."

Three heartless men giggled and laughed strangely in the ward, sweeping away the previous haze in their hearts. (To be continued.) Enable new URL