V1.Chapter 193

After walking around the building of Dongsheng credit Co., Ltd., there was no trace of mourning Kun, which made Wang Fan feel confused and began to speculate about where mourning Kun would go with his gang after taking drugs.

Just when Wang fan is thinking about where to find mourning Kun, brother Nan's phone calls.

Through brother Nan's phone, Wang Fan said in a deep voice: "brother Nan, I'm..."

"Xiaofan, you take your brothers back to the hospital quickly. The madman has been calculated!" Nange on the other end of the phone didn't wait for Wang Fan to finish, so he said to him in a hurry.

As soon as he heard that the madman had been calculated, Wang Fan felt a thump in his heart. He hung up the phone before he had time to ask, and said to his brothers: "go back to the hospital immediately, madman has an accident!"

These people were originally under the hands of the madman, and they were treated well by the madman on weekdays. Today, I heard that the madman had lost the battle in Dongsheng, so he would fiercely try to find face for the madman.

However, after tossing for a long time, I didn't find the culprit of mourning Kun, so every one of them had a lot of energy in their hearts!

Now Wang Fan said that something happened to the madman. These people immediately fried the pot. One of them, who looked a little older, rushed to Wang Fan with an ugly face and asked nervously, "what's wrong with Bodhisattva, brother madman?"

"This..." although Nange didn't say clearly what was going on on on the phone, it's not hard to tell from the tone of his voice that the situation of lunatics is not very good, but in the face of these lunatics' brothers, Wang fan doesn't know how to speak.

They are all people who walk in the society. It's common for them to fight and kill. They shouldn't pay so much attention to life and death, but the friendship they get along with day and night makes them dare not face the reality.

In fact, without Wang Fan's words, these people have already guessed about it in their hearts, but they still hold a glimmer of hope for the development of the situation.

"My mourning! I've skinned you

I don't know who swore, and then the men all swore. For a moment, everyone's mood became very excited, and the seven foot men were all red eyed.

Unable to figure out how to comfort these people, Wang Fan could only walk into the crowd, patting their strong shoulders and comforting everyone in a low voice.

The mighty motorcade left the compound of Dongsheng company, but they didn't have the spirit of coming when they left.

When Wang Fan and Liu pangzi return to the hospital, several police cars have been parked at the door of the hospital. Uniformed police officers are blocking the scene. When they see Wang Fan and other people appear, the leading police officer immediately blocks their way.

"There's a homicide in the hospital. It's under martial law!" The middle-aged police officer reached out to stop Wang Fan, talking to him and pressing his other hand on the holster.

Hearing the voice of the middle-aged police officer, several police officers who are pulling the cordon also put down their work and rushed to this side, standing behind the police officer and looking at Wang Fan.

The words of the middle-aged police officer made Wang Fan's heart sink. The things he didn't dare to face were finally put in front of him. Wang Fan still couldn't control his emotions. His eyes hurt slightly and his nose was sour.

"Our big brother is in there. We'll go in and have a look!" Standing in the crowd behind Wang Fan, someone yelled at the middle-aged police officer.

"Yes! We're going to see our big brother! "

"Don't talk to them! Let's go in

"Yes, we want to see madman!"

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The crowd began to stir up. Some men who had a good relationship with madmen on weekdays, regardless of the police's obstruction, pulled away the cordon to stop them and walked to the hospital with a sad look.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged police officer saw that the crowd did not listen to the dissuasion, and immediately roared with an ugly face. He reached out to catch a strong man who was pulling the cordon.

"Pa"

Without waiting for the middle-aged police officer's hand to grasp the strong man's clothes, Wang Fan has reached for his wrist.

The wrist was caught, the middle-aged police officer was stunned at first, and then quickly pulled back his outstretched hand, quickly pulled his body back, and the other hand had taken out the gun from the holster.

"What are you doing? Do you want to attack the police? "

The middle-aged police officer held the gun's hand high, pointed to the direction of the sky, pointed to Wang Fan with the other, and asked him loudly.

Seeing that the middle-aged police officers pulled out their guns, the police officers who followed him also pulled out their guns. They glared at Wang Fan and waited for the order of the leading police officer to use force against these gangsters.

Seeing that the middle-aged police officer was so sensitive, Wang Fan frowned and was puzzled. He raised his hands and asked the middle-aged police officer: "Sir, our brother is in the hospital. We just want to see him. Do you need to be so nervous?"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't think I don't know what you do!" The middle-aged police officer didn't give Wang Fan any respect at all. His eyes were fixed on his tattoo and his face was on guard.

"Sir, we are all on our own. We really want to see our brother!" Day in the hospital gate, Wang Fan did not dare to fight with the police, can only say good words to the middle-aged police officers.

But the middle-aged police officer didn't buy it at all. He watched Wang Fan and the people behind him on guard, holding the gun more tightly, and his face became more and more nervous.

Just when Wang Fan didn't know how to explain to the police officer in front of him, a familiar figure came out of the hospital.

Tong Jiahui, wearing a small suit, was worried. She ran to Wang Fan at the door and yelled, "Wang Fan, let the brothers go to donate blood. The blood in the blood bank of the hospital is used up!"

"Ah?"

Hearing Tong Jiahui calling for them to donate blood, Wang Fan's brain was covered for a while, and some of them didn't understand her meaning.

As if he knew Tong Jiahui, the middle-aged police officer who led the team took the initiative to walk over and asked, "what blood type do you need? I've contacted other police officers to come here! "

"All blood types are needed. There are too many injured people. There is no plasma in the blood bank to use!" Tong Jiahui, sweating on her forehead, stops and gasps.

"Jiahui, what's going on? Isn't something wrong with the madman? " Wang Fan looks at Tong Jiahui suspiciously, some don't know the current situation.

"Cut the crap and take your brothers to donate blood. I've informed Liu Qiang to come here with the people on the construction site!" Tong Jiahui didn't have time to explain to Wang Fan, so she took him by the hand and ran to the hospital.

Around the main building facing the gate of the hospital, Wang fan saw many injured people before he ran to the place where blood was drawn.

These people, old and young, men and women, both doctors and nurses in uniform, and ordinary people who came to see a doctor, helped each other and walked towards the nearest clinic.