Chapter 205 Barehanded against the world

When Yang Tian said this, he naturally flattered Zhou Wugong, but in the eyes of the weekend, this flattery turned into a disregard for himself and gloating.

After listening to Yang Tian's words, Zhou Wugong looked at the weekend and became more strange.

"Ha ha!" Looking at Yang Tian and Zhou Wugong's expressions, he smiled slightly on the weekend and felt a little light. He directly ignored Yang Tian, who was chattering like a fly, and said to Zhou Wugong, "Uncle Zhou, I did drink with Zhou Keyu last night, but I don't know..."

"Don't say it!" How did Zhou Wugong ignore Yang Tian on the weekend? How did Zhou Wugong ignore the weekend? He coldly interrupted the unfinished words on the weekend, turned to the red light still on in the operating room and said, "My son had better not do anything good or bad. If something really happens, you can do it!"

At this time, the door of the operating room is still closed, and the red light hanging on the door indicating that the operation is still in progress is still on, which makes people feel uneasy.

Zhou Keyu was sent to the hospital at 3 a.m., and now it is 7 a.m., nearly five hours have passed.

The operation is too long to say that alcoholism is caused by drinking beer.

On the weekend, he was very uneasy. First of all, Zhou Keyu was his friend. When his friend went to the hospital, he would naturally worry about it on weekends. In addition, Zhou Keyu went to the hospital after drinking with him. Although there was no responsibility on the weekend, in the eyes of others, he became the culprit.

As Zhou Wugong said, if Zhou Keyu is fine, if something happens, it will definitely matter on the weekend.

After Zhou Wugong said this, he turned around and sat on the chair in the waiting room. There were Zhou Keyu's seven aunts and eight aunts, as well as many students who ate together last night. There were many people, all of whom looked at the weekend with a look of condemnation and excitement.

I feel that I am not popular, and there is no need to continue to explain to these people on weekends. On the one's one's acquaintance, and it's not too much to say that I'm a stranger. Naturally, I'm happy to watch the bustle of the weekend. Second, although the weekend's career has a little development, after all, it is just starting out and has no social status, let alone standing at the top of the pyramid. That kind of person, a young man with no social status, no matter how expensive you wear, how expensive you smoke, or how valuable a ring you wear on your hand, you are still not respected.

Except for the fire meteor nodding slightly to greet him, no one looked at him, and even Deng Ziwei, who followed him, was coldly regarded by others.

"Ha ha!" On the weekend, he didn't say a word except for a kind smile at these people who didn't like him. In his heart, he secretly imprinted the faces of these people in his mind. He thought darkly in his heart, wait. Sooner or later, I will make you all kneel * leather shoes, so that you dogs can look down on people. The guy knows what "30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty"!

On weekends, it was like a mouse crossing the street, but the mouse had its own dignity and revenge. With the pride of being a mouse and ignoring the strange look of everyone, he and Deng Ziwei sat on one of the chairs, and the three classmates who were sitting on the stool immediately stood up to avoid the plague. .

At last night's class reunion, these three students were also sitting at the table that they were not admitted to college. At that time, they were called by their classmates and weekends, but now they have drawn a clear line with the weekend!

Why is this so? Because he drank with Zhou Keyu on the weekend and made him lie down in the hospital, and Zhou Keyu's father Zhou Wugong also made it clear that his son would not let go of the weekend if there was anything. People's good luck and avoiding evil made the three students immediately choose to get rid of the weekend.

The coldness and warmth of human feelings can be seen!

Since he is not popular, he should have turned around and left with his weekend personality. According to his thinking, it is better to spend more time to earn a few yuan to let others look at him and give him advice. Deng Ziwei also kept secretly pulling the corners of his clothes, but he did not do so, but sat on the chair with his chest in his hands and seriously, treating the bench outside the operating room as an ancient dragon chair.

The reason why he didn't leave on the weekend is to make sure whether Zhou Keyu had something wrong. After all, he and Zhou Keyu are friends and buddies. The brothers are all lying in the hospital. What's wrong with themselves?

Time passed by minute by. Fortunately, God did not joke with the young man on the weekend. After 10 o'clock at noon, the red light at the door of the operating room suddenly turned into a green light.

As several nurses and doctors withdrew the operating bed from the operating room, a big stone in his heart finally fell on the weekend. He wanted to meet him to see Zhou Keyu's situation, but the others were too fast. Almost at the same time as the operating bed was pushed out, the students helped Zhou Wugong and others surround the operating bed.

It's not to blame these students for being so enthusiastic. Zhou Wugong, Zhou Keyu's father, has great power in Shuicheng. Whether in official or commercial, he is the number one person. Naturally, these people are happy to be happy.

Since you can't get around, you won't compete with others like a fool on weekends. After all, Zhou Keyu's body will not recover immediately because of his struggle. If that's the case, he will be willing to grab it on weekends.

"Son...son...you wake up...son..." As Zhou Keyu's father, Zhou Wugong naturally surrounded the operating bed. Seeing that Zhou Keyu's eyes were still closed, he hurriedly asked the attending physician, "Professor Liu, why hasn't my son wake up yet? Isn't he all right?"

The doctor called "Prof Liu" by Zhou Wugong is about the same age as Zhou Wugong. He is short, thin and dark. If he hadn't worn a white coat, he would have been mistaken for a migrant worker who had just entered the city.

Professor Liu nodded first and said, "Zhou Dong, the alcohol in Ke Yu's body has been taken out by me. I don't think he will wake up in a while, but..."

Looking around the people, Professor Liu whispered to Zhou Wugong's ear, "Come with me!"

When Zhou Wugong saw Professor Liu's serious look, he suddenly arranged for Zhou Keyu's mother to accompany his son, and then hurriedly followed Professor Liu to a place where there was no one.

"Zhou Dong, you have to hold on, Ke Yu..." Professor Liu was afraid that others would listen to it, so even if he talked to Zhou Wugong in an uninhabited corner far away from everyone, he couldn't help but come to Zhou Wugong's ears when he said the key place.

"What? Ke Yu actually..." Zhou Wugong listened to Professor Liu's whispers in his ear and almost fainted directly. His originally red face suddenly turned dead gray, and his body staggered back. If it hadn't been for Professor Liu's help, he would have fallen to the ground. He looked up to the sky and sighed with tears in his eyes, "Alas , my poor son..."

Zhou Wugong and Professor Liu are far away from the weekend. Of course, if they really want to eavesdrop on the conversation on the weekend, they may not be able to hear it, but he did not do so. Just by looking at Zhou Wugong's facial expressions, he knows that the situation is wrong.

Since the first conflict with * in the baby travel agency, A Wei led the way to his daughter's red hair salon, climbed up step by step on weekends, occupied the position as the three heads of the tiger head gang, took over the baby travel agency from the female bandit Qi Baobao, and then practiced martial arts with the female goblin Li Guan Fei, and was given the emperor Longting Nine. The property right of the villa seems to be smooth on weekends, but only he knows how dangerous it is.

I fought with * twice. The first time I put down a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs*, and then scared off * with the skill of installing the word door. The second time * brought a group of thugs, they almost knelt down on the weekend, and finally scared the black people with a rusty firewood knife.

He fought with Hualou for life and death. In the end, although he won, how much blood flowed on the ring?

In addition, he gambled with Zhang Da in the six gods* room and fried the gold flower with a mortgage of 50,000 yuan with one finger. He was so bad luck that he almost chopped off his finger.

To this day, I can't count the life and death I encountered on the weekend. Fortunately, the weekend is an immortal Xiaoqiang, otherwise, he would have been killed by * or someone.

Moreover, this is not all from the baby travel agency, but now, those on the back that represent the mottled scars they have experienced and unpredictable challenges and dangers in the future are all waiting to deal with on the weekend.

Because I give more, I know how to cherish it!

Today, the weekend is definitely not a big business, but it is also a good omen that there is a little salted fish turning over and a loser counterattack.

But if Zhou Keyu does something good or bad because of drinking with him, not to mention that Zhou Wugong will not let go of the weekend, just in terms of the character of the weekend, even if the responsibility is not him, he can't escape. He will definitely exchange all his savings for medical expenses and compensation.

It's time to celebrate your 20th birthday on the weekend soon. In ancient times, you had to have a crown ceremony at the age of 16. At the age of 20, it's not small.

How many twenty years old can there be in life?

If I really change all my money into medical expenses and compensation expenses, I can't imagine what the future will be like on the weekend.

Now he is still despised. If he really has nothing, that kind of life is not as good as a dog, he doesn't have the courage to experience it again on weekends.

Just when the weekend was extremely entangled, Zhou Wugong and Professor Liu in the distance had ended the conversation.

At this time, Zhou Keyu had been sent to the ward, and those seven aunts and eight grandmothers, relatives and friends, and classmates all followed the ward. Except for Deng Ziwei, who stood behind him, he stood alone at the door of the operating room on the weekend, as if he were a lonely time traveler. He clenched his fists and was not afraid of defeat. The defeated resolute eyes stared at Zhou Wugong walking towards him step by step.

It seems that he is against the whole world with his bare hands!

After the conversation with Professor Liu, Zhou Wugong's face was full of grief, and the feeling of loss was like a dead body crawling out of the morgue.

When he came to the weekend, his steps were very small, not like idle walking, but like walking corpses, as if each extra step would consume a minute of energy to continue his life. After a long time, when he finally stood five steps away from the weekend, his eyes became more empty.

Looking at Zhou Wugong's sad expression, Zhou Wugong's clenched fists quietly loosened. He was waiting for Zhou Wugong's sentence and waiting for the thief God to joke with him.

"Cough! Cough!"

Zhou Wugong suffers from mild asthma, but it is easy to cough whenever he is in a bad mood. This time, the same is true. When talking to the money on weekends, he keeps coughing and bends down. He bursts into tears, as if to cough up bitter galls.

Seeing this on the weekend, he wanted to walk over to help Zhou Wugong breathe, but just as he raised his feet, Zhou Wugong coughed straight. The old man stood up again and looked at the weekend's eyes, with an indescribable smell.