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Inpatient Department of Jiangcheng Second Hospital, ward 616.

After the whole body film was taken, the injuries were professionally dealt with, and Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong, who were determined to be nothing serious, were lying on the clean white sheets.

Zhang Xiaojian was sitting in the middle, carefully peeling an apple, but he was not careful, and the apple peel broke without peeling too long.

So Zhang Xiaojian, who has a strong ability in thinking and dissemination, asked: "Why do you feel that peeling apples in the ward is extraordinarily useful? Is TVB watched too much?"

Wrapped with gauze on his head, only a small gap in his left eye was exposed. Poplar nodded like a mummy: "Then I want to ask, Zhang Xiaojian, are you an undercover agent! Why are we both beaten up? , And you are safe?"

On the other side, Gao Qingsong, who was almost mummified with the white poplar, asked, "Don't you know?"

Bai Yang wondered: "What do I know?"

Gao Qingsong said in amazement: "Wing Chun, Xiaojian can Wing Chun, don't you know that you two grew up together?"

Zhang Xiaojian raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Low-key and low-key."

Bai Yang curled his lips: "Wing Chun who is a fart, I used to protect him in fights when he was a kid! If singled out, I can beat him eight."

Without waiting for Zhang Xiaojian to speak, Gao Qingsong said, "Just you still hit eight small swords. When you were surrounded, I saw Xiaojian come to a small inner character and put down more than ten people in a row. That action , That skill, don't mention how cool it is."

Before being surrounded, Bai Yang certainly did not see Zhang Xiaojian's martial arts performance. At this time, he heard Gao Qingsong's words like the truth, and had to look at Zhang Xiaojian: "Really?"

Zhang Xiaojian has always been good at gagging. He didn't answer directly. Instead, he went to the window and turned his back to the two of them. With the rustle of the breeze blowing against the white curtains, he said with a little magnetic bass, "Actually I am Wing Chun. The thirty-eighth generation of true disciples, who had been incognito before, did not want people to know that I was actually the same generation as Bruce Lee, and was his senior's junior."

Gao Qingsong has seen Zhang Xiaojian's skill, but he also feels very nonsense: "...Can you speak well?"

Bai Yang on the other side almost didn't come out. He and Zhang Xiaojian had known each other since middle school, and had never seen Zhang Xiaojian practicing martial arts. A shit of thirty-eight generations of authentic disciple, he picked up Zhang Xiaojian and put it on the table with a half-cut apple and threw it over.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't react. He was hit by an Apple, and by the way, he shook his head with his left hand and jumped up in pain.

"Do you think that it is true that this is the disciple, and it is Bruce Lee's junior?"

Gao Qingsong firmly held different opinions: "Although the true disciple is a bit nonsense, Bai Yang, you didn’t see what was going on at the time. I will go to the teacher’s gate to find a suitable store and buy them tomorrow. Monitor, then you will understand."

Bai Yang curled his lips and firmed his opinion: "You two must have lied to me in partnership. I know what kind of underwear Zhang Xiaojian wears since he was a child. I don't know if he can martial arts?"

Zhang Xiaojian, who was rubbing the back of his head, picked up the apple that fell on the ground and decided to turn the topic off: "Brothers, how to deal with this matter, you two will give me a precise word."

Although they laughed and laughed before, even after being beaten, Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong could look at each other and laugh, but that was because of their big hearts.

It must be a lie to be beaten into a pig's head if you say you are not angry.

Half an hour ago, Ye Mozhu explained the ins and outs of the matter in the ward, and talked in detail about the recent rumors in the school and the so-called guards who defended the pure land of the campus and vowed to punish the murderer.

In short, a group of passionate young people sympathized with Li Mingzhi, and found two cars in front of the school, listened to the rumors, and caused this misunderstanding.

But after all, both of them were injured, and it was a disaster.

Bai Yang simply replied: "You can figure it out." Because he knew,

Gao Qingsong touched the gauze on his face and said: "Severe punishment, business affairs, the police station first arrest and arrest all these people, the best thing is to expel them all from the school, I never felt this anger since I was a child."

Before Zhang Xiaojian could say anything, the door of the ward was pushed open. Ye Mozhu walked in, put the food he bought on the table, and said: "I just met the director outside the hospital, and the students also It's all here one after another, and it seems to be here to apologize."

"If an apology is useful, why do you want the police?" Gao Qingsong said loudly.

While comforting, Zhang Xiaojian opened the lunch box and said, "Could it be that I am a big man who wants to feed you two?"

"I don't want you to feed, Sister Mo Zhu, can you feed me? Ah~~~" Bai Yang's mouth was long, and there must be a proud expression behind the gauze.

Before he was finished, the door of the ward was pushed open again.

Director Zhu Yan, who was in the lecture hall before, walked in with the middle-aged man from the sports academy, both of them had bright smiles on their old faces like chrysanthemums.

When he opened his mouth, of course, he felt warm and cold.

Of course Zhang Xiaojian understands the purpose of these two people. To be honest, they haven't called the police yet, because Ye Mozhu and Yuanyuan are not the group of college students who looked stupid.

In Zhang Xiaojian's view, since you are stupid, you have to pay for your stupidity. Who makes you willing to be passionate?

The purpose of these two is also very simple. Simply put, it means that the school wants to be private and doesn't want to make a big deal. After all, too many students are involved.

Sure enough, after Xihan asked warmly, Lao Zhu and the middle-aged man sang a red face: "This group of students should really be sent to the police station for education..."

The other white face: "Old Zhu, a student, after all, he was still young, and when he was full of enthusiasm, it cannot be denied that they were also kind in this matter."

Gao Qingsong immediately replied: "Killing is not illegal, you two don't tell us anything useless."

The middle-aged man in the sports academy was not angry when he was stunned. He immediately stood up and came to the window sill: "We are learning sports and are not very good at talking, so let's express our attitude."

With that, he walked to the window and raised his hand.

Immediately afterwards, a neat voice sounded downstairs.

"Zhang Xiaojian, Bai Yang, Gao Qingsong, sorry, sorry, sorry."

"Zhang Xiaojian, Bai Yang, Gao Qingsong, sorry, sorry, sorry."

"Zhang Xiaojian, Bai Yang, Gao Qingsong, sorry, sorry, sorry."

The sound was deafening in the ward on the sixth floor.

The few people in the room headed by Zhang Xiaojian are all stupid. What happened to Nima?

Zhang Xiaojian came to the window and saw that there were more than 200 people neatly downstairs downstairs where there was no one just now. They shouted and bowed. The walls of the old hospital building that were shaking because of the loudness were about to fall off.

What made Zhang Xiaojian stunned was that some people pulled up a big red banner that said, "Sincerely apologize, and humbly admit their mistakes.""

There is more than one, and the large banner on the other side says: "Wish Zhang Xiaojian, Bai Yang, Gao Qingsong, get well soon."

Is this more than two hundred big fools?....