"If it wasn't for Fangzhou, could Qiyan work as an internal agent for the Wenbo Anti-Smuggling Team? Will her fiancé disappear? He still can't be found?"
"If it wasn't for Fangzhou, so many people would risk their lives to block the excavator?"
The chief director's voice was shrill and shrill, more powerful than a ghost's cry. Tears flowed wildly and his body trembled wildly!
Next to him, many people from Haiye stood, their expressions extremely ugly.
The chief director wiped away his tears fiercely, pointed at Ma Zhongchao and screamed: "Ma Zhongchao! I don't care what the hell you say or think. This time, Mr. Shi must go to the hospital."
"***If this useless, useless, pig-wielding, sword-wielding snake still has some conscience, let your teacher live for one or two more years!"
"I will kneel down and kowtow to you!"
Ma Zhongchao looked at the chief director coldly, his peripheral vision lingering on my face, and he said sadly with a ferocious expression: "The teacher said that if the Sun God Needle cannot be obtained, he will die with his eyes closed!".
"The day Fangzhou was disbanded was the teacher's memorial day!"
When Qi Sha Biao said these words, Ma Zhongchao waved his hands heavily: "Xing Huaiying! Let's go!"
"I'll leave you, uncle!"
Amid the roar, Xing Huaiying had a sharp scalpel in his hand: "I'm telling you Ma Zhongchao, if you dare not send Mr. Shi to the hospital today, let's all go to Fangzhou Cemetery together!"
"Let's go meet the seventh sword bearer together!"
"I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
The two people were arguing with Mai Mang. In the small room, Hai Ye and others were silent. Qi Yan knelt in front of Mr. Shi, tears flowing uncontrollably.
I stood there blankly, my mind in confusion.
If an unparalleled national warrior like Shi Lao loses a hair, he must report it.
The exaggeration of missing a hair is a bit exaggerated, but Mr. Shi now has broken ribs and fractured lumbar vertebrae. Such serious injuries cannot be hidden from the headquarters!
All these can be faked, so he reported to the headquarters that Mr. Shi fell on his own.
But, how to explain the burns on Shi Lao’s left arm?
With what excuse?
Once the headquarters asks, how will it be explained?
Once the headquarters orders an investigation and the Sun God Needle plan is exposed, Fangzhou will be completely finished!
Just when the two people were in a tit-for-tat stalemate, a trembling hand suddenly came out and rested on Xing Huaiying's hand: "Xiaoying...zi, put it down..."
On the camp bed, Mr. Shi didn't know when he took off his breathing mask. He was weak and tried to keep his eyes open: "Don't send me... to the doctor..."
"Magic needle, needle, get it out."
Old Shi was already very tired, and the words he spoke were extremely weak. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and accumulated in his deeply sunken eyes.
"Old Shi——"
Xing Huaiying burst into tears and burst into tears!
"Go back, go back..."
Old Shi waved his old hand gently in the air and turned his head with difficulty: "Dong, dong..."
Haiye stepped forward quickly, holding Old Shi's right hand tightly with both hands: "The eighth sword holder, the one-eyed dragon is here..."
"Go to my house……"
"Burn down my house..."
"This way, no one will be pregnant..."
"You, you do things, I, I..."
"Immediately, immediately...send me back to...home. Keep the secret..."
"It's a secret, don't let anyone..."
"Yanyan, Yanyan... together."
"This is an order……"
Mr. Haiye burst into tears, his face full of pain and entanglement, but he nodded heavily and trembled in agreement.
"Grandpa Shi..."
Qiyan cried bitterly and lay in Old Shi's arms, sobbing so hard that she burst into tears.
"Teacher, teacher!"
Ma Zhongchao on the side couldn't wait to pull Qiyan away and squeezed in front of Mr. Shi, saying urgently: "The child teacher is here."
"Tongshi!"
"I called the child teacher over."
"Don't you have something to say to the teacher? Say it quickly, teacher. You
Say it quickly. quick! "
While urging Mr. Shi, Ma Zhongchao unceremoniously pinched Mr. Shi's shoulders and shook him vigorously.
Shi Lao's eyes moved, and his dark and turbid eyes suddenly opened wide, revealing two gleams of joy, and his voice amplified out of thin air, as if he had seen him for the first time on the day of registration: "Teacher!"
"arrive!"
My nose was sore, I crept forward, straightened my waist, held my head high, saluted Mr. Shi with all my strength, and reported with choked words: "Yinyuan Junior Class Teacher. Jiayin Cai, Yao Gou, Three Yao and One Gou, Guai, I'm afraid of the hole, so go to the eighth Sword bearer reports!"
Shi Laoping was lying flat on the camp bed, looking at me with cloudy eyes. His dark face was full of joy and excitement, and he kept shouting "Hello".
"Mr. Cao, is he still...well?"
With tears in my eyes, I nodded vigorously.
Suddenly, Shi Lao raised his right hand and shook it.
I don’t understand what Shi Lao means!
Just as I was about to ask, Haiye kicked my inner ankle, grabbed my collar and pushed my neck down to Shi Lao's chest.
Mr. Shi opened his old eyes, grabbed my clothes with his right hand, rubbed his ragged mouth against my ear, and whispered something that only I could hear.
"Chuanshan...Jing...are you here or not..."
"Also, Toru, Toru..."
My heart was shaken, and thousands of miles of waves rushed into my mind. I couldn't help but shudder, my pupils tightened as tight as possible, and I shook my head in fear.
"I have no idea."
"Cao..."
The next second, Ma Zhongchao rushed up and picked up the oxygen mask and pressed it hard on Shi Lao's face.
Directly interrupt my follow-up conversation with Mr. Shi!
Ma Zhongchao's hand was very strong and the oxygen mask was tight, forcing Shi Lao's face to collapse.
My heart ached when I saw it, my blood was racing, and I was about to take action to stop Ma Zhongchao.
However, Ma Zhongchao rushed in front of me, pressed the oxygen mask tightly, and shouted at Mr. Shi.
"Teacher. What do you have to tell the teacher?"
"Sun God Needle!"
"you forgot?"
After saying this, Ma Zhongchao took off the oxygen mask and shouted in a low voice, "Tell the teacher quickly."
"Time is running out!"
Shi Lao's eyes were confused and full of chaos. He nodded instinctively and breathed heavily: "Yes. The sun... the needle."
"Order. Child Master..."
"Take over...the Needle-backed Swordman of the Sun God!"
"The authority level... tentatively decided, Xuan... Yi..."
"Fangzhou, never, can't..."
"Sure, keep it safe..."
"This is an order……"
"Also, Mr. Cao..."
Before he even finished speaking, Ma Zhongchao immediately pressed the oxygen mask back on Mr. Shi's face, tightened it tightly, waved his hands, and ordered in a deep voice.
