This man was vicious and did not give him any room to resist. Du Feng only felt abnormal pain in his spine. He felt that the stone under his back was very sharp, and it seemed that his spine was bruised.

He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and looked through the moonlight at the man in front of him who was holding a sharp knife against his neck.

This person is very strange, but he has some impressions.

"Who are you? Why are you plotting against me? ***!" Du Feng wanted to get up. The man snorted coldly, and with a twist of the sharp knife, there was already a wound on Du Feng's neck, and blood was flowing like a stream.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember me! I think you are a man, so I will spare your life. But I have something to say first, please stop me from the matter at Black Tiger's Mouth, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Du Feng was furious. He had never been threatened with a knife like this before, nor had he been defeated in such a mess. He had a scar as big as a bowl on his head. He was about to get up while wiping the sharp edge of the knife when the man raised the back of the knife and said "pop"

and slapped him on the temple.

"Go to the hospital and stay for a few days!" The man put away the knife coldly.

Du Feng felt like the world was spinning. No matter how strong he was, he was just a flesh and blood body. He felt dizzy and passed out. The moment he fell, he heard the man yelling: "What a stubborn donkey! If not

There is an order from above, I must deal with you!"

At the Eighth People's Hospital, Li Mengqi and others were anxious. Several people walked around and could not feel at ease. They were all woken up by Yang Ziru from their sleep. The news they heard was like a thunderbolt. Du Feng was injured, and it was very serious.

Han Cheng frowned and said: "With Brother Feng's ability, who can seriously injure him? I still can't believe that the person being examined inside is him!"

Li Mengqi cried: "How is he doing? Is something going to happen?"

Yang Ziru had an indifferent expression on her face. In the past, she would have burst into tears. But now she seemed to be a completely different person. Whether Du Feng was alive or dead seemed to have little to do with her.

Her sister Yang Ziyun was by her side. She thought her sister would be extremely sad, but she didn't expect that she didn't show any concern at all.

Yang Ziru stood up and smiled at Ziyun: "We still have to go to work at dawn! Let's go!"

Yang Ziyun stared at her with big clear eyes and looked at her in disbelief: "I don't know how he is doing now. Is he really going to..."

Zhao Mingjie, Han Cheng and Li Mengqi also looked at her doubtfully.

"I have already helped him to the hospital, do I still have to stay here with him? I am not his person!" Yang Ziru pulled Yang Ziyun up, and the two of them left the hospital.

The remaining three people looked at each other, and Li Mengqi pouted her lips angrily: "Sister Zi Ru is too inhumane! As the saying goes, those who have cultivated for a hundred years will live in the same boat, and those who have cultivated for a thousand years will sleep together! At least they..."

Zhao Mingjie paced back and forth, waved his hand and said, "Okay! It's already chaotic enough! I'm afraid only Brother Feng will know what happened when he wakes up."

An hour later, the doctor came out of the operating room, and the three of them hurriedly greeted him: "Doctor! How are you?"

The doctor took off the mask and said: "The spine is broken, but fortunately the nerves are not damaged. The operation has been successful. Stay in the hospital for a while, and then go home to rest!"

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately there was no danger.

The doctor took a few steps, then turned back and said, "But he seems to be unconscious and suffered a heavy blow to his temple. This will require an examination tomorrow to know whether the brain has been contused."

"Unconscious?" Li Mengqi groaned.

"It's because he's delirious. Don't think he's unconscious. The patient is agitated and restless. Please take more care of him!" The doctor said and left with the others.

The three of them walked into the intensive care unit. Du Feng was leaning on the bed, his forehead was wrapped in a bandage, and the blood on his face had long been cleaned up. His eyes were blurred, and he was staring quietly at a tea cup on the table not far away.

The beautiful nurse made the bed for him, smiled at Li Mengqi and the others, and then walked out.

"Brother Feng! Are you okay?" Zhao Mingjie squatted on the edge of the bed and looked at him, asking anxiously.

Han Cheng felt a little sad when he saw him like this. He looked at Li Mengqi and then pulled up two chairs and sat down next to him.

Du Feng closed his eyes slightly, then opened them suddenly, and said coldly: "Discharge!"

"Are you... out of the hospital? You just finished the operation!" The eyes of the three of them were about to fall out.

"Don't you understand me? ***! I'll go on my own!" After saying that, Du Feng threw off the white thread blanket that the nurse had covered him with, and staggered up, with steel nails placed on his spine.

I couldn't even bend my waist, my body was stiff.
Chapter completed!