Chapter 10

The female nurse looked at the collapsed stainless steel guardrail and worried about the tunnel: "Dr. Zhao, what about this?"

"What to do? Cool." Dr. Zhao said angrily, "shit, I'm scared."

The female nurse bowed her head and muttered, "I asked you to bear it. You can't bear it yourself. You might as well go to the bathroom as you knew."

"Come on, let's go to the bathroom now."

Dr. Zhao said, holding the female nurse's hand, the two quickly walked to the bathroom.

Qian Duoduo ran several floors in one breath until there was no more to go. He stopped and bent over with a smile when he remembered the scene just now.

In fact, he didn't know. In less than half a minute, he ran eight floors. It was easy and effortless.

If it were on the flat ground, it would be a pair of flying hair legs, much better than Asian flying man Liu Xiang.

After enjoying himself for a while, Qian Duoduo straightened up and said suspiciously, "the top has reached. What floor is this? Ask a sister."

He turned the stairwell and went out into the aisle.

The last floor of the building is the advanced ward. The corridor is very wide, open and quiet. Only a woman in short clothes and shorts stood not far in front, surrounded by her hands and leaning against the wall, as if she was waiting for something.

Qian Duoduo hurried over and smiled and said, "beauty..."

The woman was Ding Xiaomei. When she heard Qian Duoduo's cry, she turned to look at him and said in consternation, "is it you?"

She couldn't help looking at Qian Duoduo carefully up and down. This is the employee she saved with Murong Xue on the road. Didn't he be sent to the emergency room? How could he be cured so soon?

Qian Duoduo was stunned and happy again. It's clear that she doesn't know this beauty. Now she even takes the initiative to chat up. Is it because she likes me? Hey, there's a play.

This beauty is much better than the nurse just now. She has a beautiful face, short breasts, big legs, beautiful and sexy. It must be fun to play.

Especially the chest... Super football baby, I don't know if it's fake?

Well, I'll know later.

I didn't expect that just after I got the power, I began to have good luck. I can just try that after my body is cleaved by thunder, the male function is still not normal. Don't become a human demon. In that case, my life will be over.

Qian Duoduo was happy and grinned: "beauty, you know me. That's great. Let's find a place to talk?"

Ding Xiaomei wondered, "what can we talk about?"

Qian Duoduo had a stronger smile: "we talked a lot about life, love, ideals and, of course, money."

Ding Xiaomei saw that he was topless, still wearing wet jeans and a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes. She cared about the tunnel: "is your body all right?"

"It's all right, nothing at all." Qian Duoduo straightened his waist, raised his arms, and made a bodybuilding posture. The muscles on his arms and chest were bulging, and patted his chest loudly. "Beauty, you see, I'm in good health. There's absolutely no problem seven or eight times a night. I'm sure you're satisfied."

"Seven or eight times?" Ding Xiaomei frowned. "What seven or eight times?"

"Beauty, what are you pretending to be?" Qian Duoduo smiled again. "That's the one. Don't worry, I have money. Can I have 100 yuan?"

Then he took out his wallet from behind his ass and opened it. Fortunately, there were two grandpa Mao in it.

Ding Xiaomei reacted. The goods took him as a young lady!

"Asshole!" Ding Xiaomei was furious immediately. She yelled and scolded, slapping Qian Duoduo in the face.

Ding Xiaomei was born as a special police officer. If an ordinary man was unprepared, she slapped her and lost her teeth.

But Qian Duoduo is not an ordinary man. Although he hung his head, when Ding Xiaomei raised her hand, he knew that a cold wind hit her face, raised his hand immediately and grabbed her wrist.

Qian Duoduo was not angry, but still smiled and said, "beauty, if you have something to say, don't be angry. If you think 100 yuan is low, I'll give 200 yuan, but you must cover the night. At present, the market in Jincheng is almost the same. I've inquired about the street girls in Hualiu street."

"Hooligans!"

Ding Xiaomei scolded loudly and wanted to get rid of his wrist. Unexpectedly, his wrist was as strong as steel and could not move at all.

In a hurry, Ding Xiaomei lifted her Yin leg and kicked Qian Duoduo's stall heavily.

This move was fast, accurate and cruel. She meant to kill each other's children and grandchildren.

Qian Duoduo let go of her wrist and floated back, two meters away.

"Hey, beauty, what's the matter with you?" Qian Duoduo pointed to each other and was very angry. "We can talk about business slowly. What are you doing? I tell you, I don't like hot girls like you very much. I still like to be gentle and obedient. 200 yuan. You can do it if you want, but you can't do it."

After that, he put his wallet into his ass pocket and pressed it twice with his hand. He was very reluctant.

"Hooligan, I'll kill you!"

Why has Ding Xiaomei ever been bullied like this? She is so angry that she rushes forward, uses her hands and feet, uses her whole body's solutions, and stormily attacks Qian Duoduo, straight fist, swing fist, hook fist, kick leg, whip leg, hook leg

Qian Duoduo dodged from left to right and jumped up and down. His body method was very flexible. He was like a civet cat. He was able to handle Ding Xiaomei's intensive fist and foot attacks.

Moreover, while parrying, he was also indignant:

"Hey, why are you beating me? There's no woman like you. If you don't do business, you still beat people."

"Hey, don't kick my egg. Can you afford to pay for the broken egg?"

"Hey, here we go again. You're a dirty woman."

"Hey, don't be so manic. Give me a reasonable explanation. We had a good chat. Why did we start fighting?"

……

Eric stood at the gate of the hospital with two bodyguards, waiting for the reinforcements to arrive.

The two bodyguards have been preliminarily treated by the doctor. They hang their wrists with gauze and cry with pain on their faces.

Eric was much better. He just covered his stomach with one hand and bent over with hatred in his eyes.

Soon, three minibuses drove in front of them and down came more than 20 big men, each with machetes and steel rods in his hand.

The passers-by at the gate of the hospital looked at their evil spirits one by one. They were either local ruffians or people mixed with the underworld. They hurried to hide far away, lest they should avoid it.

This posture clearly means that someone will suffer. I'm afraid I won't see the sun tomorrow!