Arriving at the hospital in the steel rolling mill, Yi Zhonghai and the deaf old lady didn't take much time to find Xu Damao, who was lying on the hospital bed, happily eating the fruit fed by Qin Jingru.

Because Xu Damao's face was severely injured and several teeth were missing, he always swallowed grapes directly.

Although he couldn't eat anything, he still felt that he was enjoying it. In ancient times, this would be like seizing the power of the world and being drunk in the lap of a beautiful woman.

Of course, the metaphor is not very appropriate. In ancient times, people like Xu Damao were probably just corrupt officials.

Just after he swallowed a grape, Xu Damao heard the noise, turned his head and saw Yi Zhonghai coming in carrying the deaf old lady on his back.

If he hadn't been injured, he would have jumped out of bed and said in horror: "What are you doing here?"

But he couldn't jump now, so he asked with a loose tongue: "What are you doing here?"

Yi Zhonghai put down the deaf old lady and said, "What are you doing? Xu Damao, don't you know what you did?"

The deaf old lady didn't have so much to say. She just took the crutch and was about to hit Xu Damao. Fortunately, Qin Jingru quickly grabbed the crutch.

"Xu Damao, I will beat you to death, you bastard. You harmed my eldest grandson. You deserve to be beaten."

Qin Jingru was unhappy at first glance, "What are you talking about, you old woman? Da Mao was beaten like this by Silly Zhu, and you actually blame Da Mao. Do you have any conscience?"

"That's right, let me tell you, if you dare to hit me, I will ask the police comrades to arrest you all, and go with Silly Zhu." Xu Damao is not afraid of the deaf old lady and Yi Zhonghai now. After all, he is a sick person now.
Chapter completed!