We sent Qinqin to the hospital, to a small private clinic nearest here. I knew that Qinqin’s illness was not actually life-threatening. What I was worried about was the injury on the hand of the King of Hell. I planned to heal the wound first.

We'll take care of it and then transfer Qinqin to Deng Qi's hospital.

The doctor in the clinic took one look at the injury on Yama's hand, and then shook his head: "I can't treat this injury. You should go to a big hospital as soon as possible."

When the doctor looked at Yama's wound, I also leaned over and took a look. There was a deep cut in the middle of Yama's palm, and the muscles were turned out!

"How did you do it?" I asked.

"I got it when we were robbing the knife." The King of Hell answered me,

I immediately understood that it must have been the King of Hell who took advantage of Da Zhuang's distraction and snatched his knife. He should have directly grabbed the blade and grabbed it, which caused such a wound. The King of Hell saved us at the cost of one hand.

The wound on the hand of the King of Hell was dripping with blood, and the face of the King of Hell became pale.

The doctor at the clinic simply treated the wound and stopped the bleeding. While bandaging it, he said, "Young man, go to a big hospital quickly. Your hand may have injured a nerve. If you don't treat it quickly, it may affect the future function of this hand.

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"Then let's go to a doctor." I said.

"Doctor, is she okay?" Yama pointed at Qinqin and asked the doctor.

"How did this girl fall into a coma?" The doctor did not answer the question, but looked at us with questions in his eyes.

I knew the doctor was suspicious of us. No wonder, two young men were holding an unconscious girl, and one of them had an injury on his hand, which was quite suspicious.

I didn't have time to explain to the doctor, so I dropped the fifty yuan, picked Qinqin up again, and said to the King of Hell: "It's best for Qinqin to be sent to the first hospital. Let's leave quickly."

We left the small clinic, hailed a car and went straight to the first hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, I immediately went to the emergency room with Qinqin in my arms. I happened to know the doctor in the emergency room, so I asked him to borrow a phone. All the phones on the three of us were taken away by Brother Qing and the others. I took the borrowed phone

I called Deng Qi, who came after a while. I left the King of Hell in the emergency room, and then Deng Qi and I sent Qinqin to the ward.

Deng Qi asked me what was going on, but I didn't bother to say more. I couldn't explain the matter clearly in a sentence or two. I just briefly told Deng Qi about Qinqin's situation.

I left Qinqin in the care of Deng Qi, and then turned around to find the King of Hell. I was still worried about one thing. The King of Hell stabbed Brother Qing and Slim. I don’t know about Slim. Brother Qing’s situation is not good. I’m very afraid of Qing.

If something happens to me, I'm not really worried about Brother Qing, I'm worried about the King of Hell.

In the consulting room, Yama was suturing the wound on his hand. The doctor said that the nerves in Yama's hand were fortunately not cut, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I took Deng Qi's cell phone when I left just now. I wanted to inquire about Brother Qing's situation, but I didn't know who to ask. Brother Qing was rescued by Da Zhuang and the others. He must have gone to the hospital. I don't know if they called the police.

, I want the King of Hell to call his dad. This matter has become a big deal. Director Yan should be informed so that he can prepare in advance!

But I didn’t know Director Yan’s phone number, so I asked the King of Hell.

"You will know if you call 110 and ask." The King of Hell said in a muffled voice.

The expression of the King of Hell was very painful. The palms he was sewing were sutured directly without anesthesia. Of course, it was very painful, but the King of Hell gritted his teeth and did not scream.

I was too lazy to argue with the King of Hell, so I called Sister Zhao and asked her to check it for me. Soon Sister Zhao sent Director Yan's phone number to Deng Qi's phone.

I walked to a secluded place and dialed Director Yan's phone number.

"Hey, is this Director Yan?" I asked.

"Who are you?" Director Yan responded.

"I am Chen Pi, a classmate of Yan Yaowu." As soon as I finished speaking, Director Yan immediately asked: "Is Yaowu with you?"

I felt something was wrong with Director Yan's voice, but Director Yan was the father of the King of Hell, and I could only count on him at this time, so I admitted, "I'm with Yaowu."

"Where are you?" Yan Ju asked immediately.

"Yiyi." I answered.

"Is Yaowu injured?" Yan Ju's tone was tense.

I reacted immediately. Yan Ju didn’t ask anything. He directly asked the King of Hell if he was injured. I guessed that he should know what happened. It’s not surprising. I was mentally prepared. Brother Qing suffered a serious injury.

For stab wounds, the hospital will take the initiative to call the police. As long as the police show up, Da Zhuang will definitely have to confess. Da Zhuang knows the identity of the King of Hell. As soon as he reveals it, Yan Bureau will know it immediately.

"Yaowu is indeed injured..." Before I could finish my sentence, Yan Ju interrupted me: "Just wait, I will be there soon. Remember, you are not allowed to go anywhere, do you hear me?" Yan Ju said.

The voice was stern.

I don't know why, my heart started to beat loudly. I had been worried about Qinqin and Yama's injuries before, and I didn't think about it. Now that my mind came to my senses, I knew that we were in trouble, but I still had some thoughts.

With one thought in mind, this time we were held hostage first, so the King of Hell's behavior should be regarded as self-defense. Besides, there is also his father. I think the matter can definitely be rectified. At the worst, we can pay some money to compensate Brother Qing.

The wound on Yama's hand was sutured. The doctor asked Yama to be hospitalized for observation. Yama didn't agree. He asked me how Qinqin was doing. I explained to him that Qinqin was just frightened and it shouldn't be a big problem. He would be here now.

I'm lying in the ward.

"Brother Yan, I just called your dad. Your dad will be here in a minute." I said.

The King of Hell probably knew what I was doing, and he didn't show any displeasure, he just nodded.

"Let's wait at the entrance of the hospital. Your father will have to intervene in this matter. I guess it will be more troublesome. However, we should consider it as self-defense. When your father comes later, I will tell him." I know the King of Hell and his father.

Because of the relationship, I am afraid that this guy will be stubborn. This matter is no joke. I am an eyewitness, so I am naturally responsible.

Yama wanted to see Qinqin first, but I was afraid that his father would not be able to find us when he came later, so I dragged Yama to wait at the hospital entrance. Qinqin couldn’t leave anyway, so he could go see him at any time. I would like to deal with Brother Qing first.

Knowing it makes me feel at ease.

We stood outside the gate of the hospital. The King of Hell lowered his head and didn’t know what he was thinking. I looked towards the road. The police would come over there soon. I secretly prayed that the King of Hell would be fine. He was also trying to save me and Qinqin.

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Ten minutes later, a police car appeared at the intersection. The police car drove very fast, with its lights flashing but without sirens. The police car drove to the hospital gate and stopped. As the door opened, Director Yan stepped out of the police car with a sullen face.

The King of Hell looked at his father and said nothing. I quickly stepped forward and said, "Senior situation." I shouted.

Yan Ju ignored me, just stared at the King of Hell, then walked up to the King of Hell, raised his hand and slapped the King of Hell hard on the face: "You bastard, do you know how much trouble you have caused!"

The King of Hell was staggered by the slap. Yan Ju's slap was so hard that half of the King of Hell's face turned red immediately.

The King of Hell frowned and looked at his father, his eyes full of resentment and stubbornness.

"Yan Ju, it's not our fault, it's them..." I quickly thought of an explanation, but I didn't expect Yan Ju's temper to be so explosive.

"Shut up!" Yan Ju yelled at me.

I was shocked.

"Follow me!" Yan Ju said again.

"I did it alone, it has nothing to do with my friends." The King of Hell sneered.

"You are so brave at this time! Why did I give birth to such a thing like you!" Yan Ju said angrily.

I felt that Director Yan's words were very hurtful. He didn't even ask us what was going on, but just insisted that it was the King of Hell who caused the trouble. No wonder the King of Hell had a bad relationship with his father. Director Yan was indeed too harsh.

"You think I am willing to be your son." The King of Hell said tit for tat.

"What did you say!" Yan Ju raised his hand and wanted to hit again, when suddenly the ringtone of his cell phone came.

It was Yan Ju's phone that rang. Yan Ju took out the phone and put it to his ear. I saw Yan Ju's face suddenly turn pale and his body swayed. Then Yan Ju slowly put down his hand, Yan Ju's face The expression on the phone was very scary, and my heart suddenly twitched. What did this phone call say?

Yan Ju didn't say anything for a long time, then he covered his face with his hands.

"Strict situation..." I shouted.

Suddenly Yan Ju kicked the King of Hell, and the King of Hell was kicked to the ground by his father. Yan Ju's face turned red, his fists were clenched, and his whole body was shaking.

I quickly stopped Yan Ju.

"Hit me, beat me to death!" The King of Hell got up from the ground and sneered.

"Yanji, what's going on? Stop fighting!" I shouted.

At this time, there were many people watching the excitement around us, but probably because Yan Ju was wearing a police uniform, no one dared to come close.

"You guys get in the car with me." Yan Ju took a deep breath, turned around and looked around, suddenly pointed at the King of Hell and said sternly: "Get out of the car!"

I stepped forward and took the King of Hell’s arm, and persuaded him: “Listen to your dad and get in the car first.”

The King of Hell and I got into the car, and Yan Ju also sat in the cab. The police car started, but Yan Ju just drove and said nothing.

After driving in the car for a while, I asked: "Yan Ju, where are we going?"

The car suddenly stopped suddenly and stopped on the side of the road!

Yan Ju turned around and looked at the King of Hell.

"That man is dead!" Yan Ju said.

"What!" My mind felt like it was struck by lightning. I couldn't believe my ears. Who died? What happened? I couldn't react.

"I knew that sooner or later there would be such a day, I...!" Yan Ju suddenly slapped himself hard in the face.

The King of Hell was sitting next to me, and I felt that the King of Hell's body was trembling slightly, his face also changed, and his breathing became rapid.

"Yan Ju..." I controlled my emotions. I wanted to ask again, although I knew in my heart what Yan Ju was talking about.

"One is dead and the other is seriously injured, Yaowu, why are you so stupid!" Yan Ju suddenly slapped the steering wheel hard and said in pain.

Dead? Is Brother Qing dead or is Shouzi dead? How could he die? How could he die?

"Yaowu, you killed someone, you know, you killed someone! What evil did I do in my previous life? Retribution! Retribution!" Yan Ju was very emotional.

"I am the one who killed the man, please arrest me." The King of Hell was the first to calm down. He spoke calmly, but his eyes were still blank.

"Strict situation, Yaowu is acting in self-defense, I can prove it, it's true!" I also reacted and shouted immediately.
Chapter completed!