Chapter 120 Dangerous Engagement Ceremony (IV)

Chapter 120 Dangerous Engagement Ceremony (4)

Luo Rongguang nodded: "Haha, I can see that Mr. Zhao has good skills. You saw what happened just now. There are many people around me, but no one is as effective as Mr. Zhao. Girl Jing and I don’t know how to offend my attending doctor. I'm afraid this will happen again in the future. So, I would like to ask Mr. Zhao and you guys to help me. You are mainly responsible for the safety of Girl Jing and Dr. Zhao. The salary is not a problem, but I don't know Mr. Zhao. Will you agree?"

No one expected that Luo Rongguang would make such a suggestion. Everyone, including Dongfang Wenjing, focused their attention on the old man, wondering what kind of medicine he wanted to buy in his gourd.

Could he really not see what his son was doing just now? Or does he have a deeper thought in his heart?

No matter what others thought, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but have a wry smile on his face. I am no longer the little security guard I was five or six days ago. A dignified senior police officer from the city bureau stays with Dongfang Wenjing as a bodyguard? Even if I promise, the Huanghai City Public Security Bureau will not agree.

However, before he could say anything he didn't want to say, Luo Bingwen had already stood up with a bang: "Dad, you are... I, I don't agree..."

"You don't agree? Have I asked for your opinion?" Luo Rongguang didn't know what he was thinking, his voice was full of coldness and playfulness.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and under his eyelids, a sharp look stared at Dongfang Wenjing, who bowed his head and remained silent. Zhao Jianhui's heart moved. He was not busy rejecting his proposal, but in his heart, he was thinking about Luo Rongguang's real intention of doing this.

"Dad, our bodyguards can definitely handle the provocations of those clowns. I don't believe that Duan Peng dares to directly conflict with our Luo family? Besides, even if the existing manpower is not enough to cope with it, can't we still... ..." Before Luo Bingwen finished speaking, Zhao Jianhui suddenly shouted: "No, everyone, leave quickly..."

As he spoke, he held Dongfang Wenjing with one hand and Zhou Wanyi who was sitting on the other side of him with the other hand, and ran towards the door like lightning. While running out, he was still shouting: "Da Liu, protect my sister. Xiao Ma, carry Mr. Luo out, there is a bomb in the room..."

The room suddenly became chaotic because of his violent reaction. Da Liu and Zhao Xiaoting were sitting in the innermost position, with a distance of more than 20 meters from where they sat to the door. Without thinking, Liu stood up, picked up the chair he was sitting on, and threw it at the window behind him, while shouting: "Jump out quickly."

Zhao Xiaoting turned around to protect Luo Rongguang, while Ma Hongchen jumped towards the door with Luo Rongguang on his back. Luo Bingwen froze in panic, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He wanted to move but couldn't lift his feet.

Da Liu rushed to his side, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and threw him out of the window that he had just smashed open. Da Liu jumped out immediately, with a roar, and the air waves rolled behind him, followed by the The dining room where several people were staying was already in flames.

Ma Hongchen's intuition was hit by a soft body behind him, and he flew out unsteadily with Luo Rongguang on his back.

Zhao Jianhui, who was the first to run out of the room, left Dongfang Wenjing and Zhou Wanyi behind, turned over and rushed back. "Ah...Xiaoting..." Dongfang Wenjing couldn't help but scream in surprise after seeing the last figure coming out of the door.

Zhou Wanyi's face was red, her eyes were moist, and she said in a very low voice: "You still have a conscience." Was she lamenting that Zhao Jianhui had a conscience towards Zhao Xiaoting, or was she feeling grateful that he had pulled her out in the first place? Only Zhou Wanyi I know it in my heart.

"Xiaoting? Xiaoting, are you okay? Are you awake?" The door panel of the restaurant pressed against Zhao Xiaoting's legs, and a bright red patch was already visible on Zhao Xiaoting's back.

"Zhao...ahem...Sir, please stop screaming and send him to the hospital as soon as possible..." Luo Rongguang pressed on Ma Hongchen and it took him a long time to get up from the ground. When he saw Zhao Jianhui opening the door and picking up Zhao Xiaoting from the ground, he shouted anxiously and quickly asked him to take Zhao Xiaoting to the hospital.

The head of the Luo family's bodyguard was standing outside the door, but the explosion did not affect him at all. Seeing that his master was trembling as if he could not stand firmly, he quickly came over and helped him diligently. Unexpectedly, Luo Rongguang coughed and spat out a mouthful of phlegm on his face: "Asshole, didn't you say that you have already checked it thoroughly? Why does this happen again?"

The head bodyguard stood in front of Luo Rongguang with shame and annoyance, not knowing whether he should wipe the thick phlegm off his face or keep it.

"Why are you still standing, why don't you drive the car over?" When Luo Rongguang raised his palm angrily, he remembered what he should do and ran forward like flying.

Luo Rongguang looked at his back and groaned twice, but his body fell limply to the ground, his face turning black and purple with bruises.

At the entrance of the surgical operating room of Puhui Hospital, the lights in the two adjacent operating rooms all lit up in red. The person in operating room No. 6 is Zhao Xiaoting, and the person in operating room No. 8 is Luo Bingwen. When he was thrown out of the window by Liu, he was scratched in the crotch by something unknown. His pants were torn between his legs, leaving a bloody mess.

In the corridor, Zhao Jianhui kept walking back and forth with a gloomy face. Zhou Wanyi and Dongfang Wenjing stood against the wall and tried to give him enough space to move.

At this time, no one was in the mood to talk. They looked at the red light above the operating room door from time to time, feeling extremely nervous.

Luo Rongguang was also sent to the Internal Medicine Intensive Care Unit, accompanied by Luo Binghui and Luo Yingying and Luo Jingjing, who arrived later.

In such weather, the three of them were all wearing black suits, white shirts and elegant ties. They looked solemn and solemn, and with their serious faces, it was clear that the three of them were not here to take care of the patient, but to attend a funeral.

If Luo Rongguang woke up and saw his children dressed like this, would he faint again out of anger?

The red light in the No. 8 operating room went out first, and the doctor in a white coat and a mask walked out. He looked at Dongfang Wenjing with a strange expression: "Miss Dongfang, Mr. Luo's life was finally saved, but..." As he spoke, he had already walked in front of Dongfang Wenjing, lowered his voice and said a few words, then took off his mask and walked over.

Dongfang Wenjing looked at Ward 8 in a daze, with a look of joy and sorrow on her face, which was simply indescribable.