Chapter 4 Where to touch

After listening to Tang Ran's words, the middle-aged man's face changed instantly, and then returned to normal. He smiled, "Girl, you really know how to joke. I'm old. How can I have money to do that? I have acne on my face."

Tang Ran approached the middle-aged man with a serious face, "Uncle, your face is clearly operated on the chin and cheekbone. The doctor who performed the operation did not deal with it well, so he must immediately carry out anti-inflammatory treatment, otherwise..."

Song Kai patted Tang Ran on the shoulder and interrupted Tang Ran's words. "I said, miss, don't be ashamed of your medical skills. They said it was acne. Go to bed quickly and go to bed."

Tang Ran turned around and stared at Song Kai, "I admit that you were very powerful just now, but now it's my field. I'm sure that the uncle's face is a sequelae left by plastic surgery. I have received more than 30 patients, one of whom died because he didn't deal with the tissue abscess in time."

"Even if you don't need to worry about it." Song Kai blinked at Tang Ran, hoping that Tang Ran could understand that the middle-aged man, pretending to be lame and plastic surgery, was obviously afraid that others would recognize him. This kind of person must not be provoked.

"How do you talk?" Tang Ran didn't pay attention to the expression on Song Kai's face, "Why don't you have medical ethics?"

"Now that the doctor-patient relationship is so tense, why are you worried about it?" Song Kai was angry and grabbed Tang Ran's arm.

Tang Ran suddenly broke free. She was the eldest daughter of the Tang family. If she hadn't been a doctor, she would have become the senior leader of the Tang family consortium. Few people can go against her decision.

"Let go of me!" Tang Ran shook his arm, and his body retreated. The crutch on the head of the bed was knocked down by Tang Ran, fell to the ground, and fell into two pieces.

In the middle of the crutch, more than a dozen yellow bullets were exposed.

Tang Ran quickly said sorry, looked down and saw the bullets, and was stunned for a moment.

Song Kai picked up Tang Ran with his right hand and left the box. He suddenly closed the door of the carriage with his left hand and shouted, "We won't talk about it. Brother, don't worry."

With that, Song Kai ran wildly to the other end of the carriage with Tang Ran in his arms.

The aisle of the carriage is very dark and quiet. Because there is no air conditioning in the box, many box rooms are open.

Song Kai held Tang Ran in his arms and saw that there was an empty bed in box No. 15. He flashed and hid in. As soon as he raised his hand, he lifted Tang Ran to the upper bunk, and then supported the railing with both hands. He jumped up and jumped up.

The bed in the soft sleeper is not spacious. Two adults lie on it and need to be crowded together.

Tang Ran finally recovered from the shock and whispered, "So...is that a bullet?"

"Shh! Don't talk." Song Kai turned his body and hugged her from Tang Ran's back.

Tang Ran's heart pounded, and then he felt a little hot in his chest. He looked down and saw that Song Kai's hand was covering his right chest.

"Bastard!"

Tang Ran gritted his teeth and slammed his arm back.

"What are you doing?" Song Kai was in pain, and his heart was even more depressed. The middle-aged man had a gun and had practiced martial arts, which was absolutely not easy to deal with. Although he practiced the pure yang formula, he had just entered the second turn and was not very powerful.