Da! Da! Da! Da!

The crutches were lit, and then an old man came in. He was hunched over, wearing a black Tang suit, full of silver hair, energetic, wrinkles on his face, and a scar on his left eye, a single eye was clear and his eyes were like a sword.

The old man walked to the bedside, followed by a young man, with a tall figure, and brought a stool for the old man.

The old man raised his hand and dusted his hands. The young man behind him turned around and left, closed the door lightly, and stood quietly at the door.

The room was quiet. The old man put his hands on his crutch, his fingers gently tucked the back of his hand, staring at Wang Lang with one eye, his eyes sharp, and no expression could be seen on his face.

After a long time, the nurse opened the door lightly and came in to change the dressings for Wang Lang.

"When will he wake up?" the old man asked.

The nurse shook her head, "It's great to survive. Whether you wake up depends on God's will."

The old man slowly closed his one-eyed eyes.

Angry shout came from the corridor outside, followed by a noise of quarrel.

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

The one who kicked the door turned out to be an old man.

He was not tall and even a little short, but he stood straight, and when he came in, he was furious and grabbed the one-eyed old man.

"Huo Zhan! I will tell you! If this kid can't wake up, I will ask you to bury him with him!"

The little old man was following the slightly fat old man, who tried his best to stop the little old man.

"Old squad leader, don't do this. Lao Huo is very sensible in his work." The slightly fat old man tried hard to persuade him to fight.

The one-eyed old man smiled slightly. He looked very strange when he smiled, but it was very scary anyway, just like a smile that the god of death brought to life.

"Tong Dou, let go of him and let him beat him. I want to see how your egg can do this!" The one-eyed old man remained silent.

"Damn it!" The small old man clenched his fists and wanted to beat him. He was so old that he was more impulsive than the young man.

Tong Dou hugged the small old man quickly, "Old squad leader, don't be impulsive, Lao Huo is joking."

"I'm not tall and have a big temper. I'll go out to practice with some eggs!" Huo Zhan pointed the iron crutch outside the door.

The small old man broke away from the child's fight, "Go! Whoever doesn't go is the sheep oil egg!"

Then the two old men really went out to duel.

Tong Dou was laughing and crying next to him, and the guards didn't know whether they should be pulled.

Just as he pulled up, a nurse came over, "What are you all quarrels? You still don't let the patients rest? You are so old that you are disrespectful to the elderly! This is the hospital! It's not your home! If you want to make arguing, go home and make arguing, don't affect the patients' rest here."

The little old man was speechless and could only stare blankly, mainly because his old face turned red by the little nurse saying this. He stammered his neck and said, "How do you, the little nurse? Is there anyone who speaks like this?"

Huo Zhan next to him immediately sang a counter-topic, "I feel that this little girl is right. This is the hospital, not your home. I want to argue with you when you go home!"

"Sheep oil egg! You're just a coward!" The little man immediately fought back.

Huo Zhan didn't reply.

The small old man pushed everyone away, walked into the door, and sat next to the bed.

Huo Zhan and Tong Dou also followed in slowly.

"Can you wake up?" the little man asked in a deep voice by clenching his hands into fists and sticking them on his knees.

Tong Dou immediately spoke, "The doctor said, this kid is strong and can wake up."

"Nonsense, the doctor clearly said it might not be true." Huo Zhan insisted on singing the opposite tune, just to get angry with the small old man.

And this time the little old man did not explode. He looked at Wang Lang on the hospital bed, "Huo Zhan, do you know who he is?"

"I know that the internationally famous disaster is not to be cherished."

"Do you know how much contribution he has made to the country?"

"This is what he should do."

The little old man almost exploded again after saying a word.

"You should know that he is from Longmen, right?" the small old man said in a gentle tone.

"So what if you know?"

"Then you should also know that he is the Black Dragon King of Dragon Gate and the future leader of Dragon Gate."

"A sect and a group of scattered soldiers have high personal combat effectiveness, but it is unorganized and disciplined, so it is not worth worrying about."

"Then do you know who his master is?" said the small old man again.

Huo Zhan finally didn't immediately say that he was angry with the little old man.

After a while of silence, "A person who has disappeared for more than ten years is probably dead. Why are he talking about it?"

"Are you sure that such a person will die if he dies?" the little man asked. "Do you know how much effort Longmen will put into training a Black Dragon King? If you kill this generation of Black Dragon King, you are sure that you will be safe and sound? Besides, during the Patriotic War, most of the Longmen was killed and injured, all of which were sacrificed for the country. The leader of Longmen Sect Huangfu Ji also took many actions to kill the enemy. On the basis of national justice, Longmen has never done anything wrong. In terms of reason, this kid should not be killed. Over the years, this kid has made a lot of noise internationally, but has he ever done half of the bad things that harm the country? Not only that, how much did he do for this country silently?" the little man asked immediately.

Huo Zhan's one-eyed eyes flashed and he stopped talking.

Tong Dou next to him hurriedly smoothed out the situation, "Old squad leader, Lao Huo is just a decent person, just pretending. He didn't really say that he wanted to kill Wang Lang. Besides, he won't save him."

Who knew that Huo Zhan was not grateful at all, "The order I gave was to kill, but life and death are destined to be rich and noble. If you live, you will serve the country, and if you die, you will die. It is also for the sake of the international community, he is just a double-edged sword. I am not sure when there will be any movement in the country, and it will be fine if I die. If there are any consequences, I, Huo Zhan, will bear it alone!"

The small old man lowered his head and did not get angry, "I watched this boy grow up. I can think of whatever he wants to do. I believe that he will not pose any threat to us, and I also believe that the Dragon Gate will not harm us. Huangfu Ji also said that the Dragon Gate, from the Dragon King to the Dragon King, and then to the disciples, can serve the people and soldiers in daily life. They have also done it with practical actions. I know what you are concerned about, but I still say the same thing. I believe in him and also the Dragon Gate.

I have two sons, one of whom has sacrificed his life for the country, and I have never complained about it. I have always regarded this boy as my own. If he dies on the battlefield and sacrifices his life for the country, I will be proud of him, but if he dies at the hands of his own people, I will feel panic and uncomfortable."

The small old man clenched his fist and pounded his chest hard.

Tong Dou next to him hurriedly came up and grabbed him, "Old squad leader, this kid is not dead, which proves that he is lucky and has a great life. He should not die and will not die in the hands of his own people. Lao Huo was just confused for a moment and is now awake, right? "

Who knew that Huo Zhan didn't appreciate it at all, "I still stick to my ideas. Before he was under control, he was just a time bomb and had to die. I still said the same thing, and I, Huo Zhan, alone, would bear the consequences."

The small old man clasped his fists and stuck his knees, "Are you really confused or pretending to be confused?"

Huo Zhan leaned on iron crutches with both hands.

The three of them stopped talking and looked at Wang Lang lying on the hospital bed quietly.

The nurse came in.

The small old man hurriedly asked, "When will he wake up?"

The nurse had no good impression of this little old man with muddy pants on his legs. "If you were so noisy, you would definitely not wake up."

"I didn't make a noise either." The small old man felt a little aggrieved.

When I lowered my head, I saw Wang Lang's hand twitching.

"He moved! He moved!" The small old man pointed at Wang Lang's hand excitedly.

The nurse said angrily, "Master, can you speak softly?"

"His hand just moved." The small old man pointed at Wang Lang's hand.

"It may be that the drugs stimulate the nerves, and your quarrels are so nervous that you have a hand thrust. There is nothing, there is a normal reaction, and you don't wake up just like on TV." The nurse explained blindly.

"Besides, my heart is severely damaged, so there is no place that can be awake so easily. It is already a medical miracle to come back to life." The nurse muttered.

While the nurse was talking, the small old man stared at Wang Lang's hand clenched into a fist and slowly raised it.

The small old man clenched Wang Lang's fist with an excited expression, "Haha! I know that you will not die if you are a damn person!"

I saw the finger in the middle of the fist slowly rise, straight and straight.
Chapter completed!