Inferior pampering

Chapter 102

"I made the wreath myself..."

Let's... let's do it...

Before they left, He Zhuo was seriously injured and passed out on the cruise ship.

The team members wanted to send him to the hospital, but the wolf king was too big to be transported, and it took too long to get to the hospital at the next port by boat, and his condition could not be delayed.

Later, Morris arrived in time with a group of people, hoisted the giant wolf by seven or eight helicopters, and airlifted it to the hospital for emergency treatment. From entering the emergency room to being out of danger, no one from the reporter department went.

He was worthless for his brother, so he couldn't swallow this breath, so he stopped Ji Tingyu's group at the port.

"Lao He drove an untested plane on the road for you, and half his life was lost. The rescue took three hours, and none of you came out?"

The team members looked at each other with mixed feelings in their hearts.

Worried about He Zhuo's injury, but also wondering why the well-behaved Ji Tingyu suddenly broke with him. But the boss has spoken and no one is allowed to go, they can only obey orders.

"We broke up, so it's inconvenient to visit."

Ji Tingyu's voice was piercingly cold.

Morris sneered: "I've been chasing you for half a year, and I haven't made any mistakes. If you say you want to break up, you will break up?"

"Yes, do you have any objections?" The cat turned around and put one hand on the Desert Eagle on its waist.

"Is this going to be a fight?"

Morris glanced at his waist, and snorted coldly with great disdain: "Thanks to my stupid brother, he heard that you were attacked, and asked me to call everyone to rescue you. You said that these people run your press department How long does it take-"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a muffled "Bang!"

A bullet broke through the wind, grazed his head and fired towards the cruise ship behind him.

Morris was full of astonishment. He touched his face and looked at the bullet hole behind him. The hole was almost on his face!

"You fucking—" Turning around, she was about to curse.

This time Ji Tingyu aimed his gun at his head.

"I'm really annoying, shut your mouth, okay?"

After finishing speaking, he pushed aside several burly men blocking the way with his gun, pressed Meng Fan's neck and moved forward: "Let's go."

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After going back, life was not easy.

His wounds were infected, his fever persisted, his palms were covered with several layers of salt and festered, and his pink flesh was dripping with yellow, yellow and white water. He was sent to the hospital several times for emergency treatment, and even issued a critical illness notice.

Rosalin almost got into a fight with the doctor.

"Are you mistaken? Our boss has a wound infection. You asked me to sign a critical illness notice for him? Are you cursing him to die early?"

The doctor was also wronged.

"We tried our best, but the patient's will to live is weak. If he doesn't want to live, even a small cold can take him away."

"Weak, weak will to survive?"

Rosalin chewed these words over and over in her mouth, but she didn't understand what they meant. A person who was beaten out of half of his intestines and crawled out of the dead, you said he has a weak will to survive?