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That evening, Jiang Yushang settled Grandpa Zheng, and then he was restless and restless.

Although Zheng Luolai had been walking for a while, she hesitated for a moment and finally ran out in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he ran out of the alley, he saw his figure lying on the side of the street.

With blood all over his head and face, he seemed to have lost consciousness.

Now that grandpa is in a fit of anger, there is a possibility of taking it home and throwing it out.

Jiang Yushang was so shocked that she had to call an ambulance quickly, and then gave him emergency treatment, and her cheeks were wet with sweat.

While waiting anxiously, he saw the phone that had fallen beside him, picked it up to look at it, and happened to see Du Yi's text message.

She instantly turned pale, and her whole body trembled with anger.

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The unknown thugs left Zheng Luolai with countless scars, large and small, but the most serious damage was to internal organs.

The doctor saved him all night in the operating room, and when he was finally placed in the ward, Jiang Yushang's eyes were already red.

Although I knew that the relationship between the two people would not be smooth, I still didn't expect it to develop like this.

Du Yi, Du Yi, you, a person who is carved with gold and jade, are you really so cruel?

Jiang Yushang looked at Zheng Luolai who was still in a coma, sighed lightly, and dialed a call with his mobile phone.

In the early morning, anyone would look a little lazy, but Du Yi was very refreshed, although his tone was not good: "Zheng Luolai, what do you want to stop, do you have to force me to corner you?"

Jiang Yushang said softly, "It's me."

Obviously, Du Yi didn't want to face her even more: "...Is there something wrong?"

Jiang Yushang asked: "How can you find someone to beat him to death?"

Du Yi was slightly startled: "Who did you hit?"

Jiang Yushang said angrily: "Of course it's Luo Lai, I saw the text message you sent him."

It took Du Yi a long time before he snorted and laughed: "Although I didn't do it, I thank the person who did it for me."

"How could you do this!" Jiang Yushang rarely spoke loudly.

Du Yi was even angrier: "He ruined my brother! Do I have to thank him?!"

Jiang Yushang frowned and said, "You keep saying how much you care about Dewey, but actually I think you don't know him at all, and you don't know what he wants at all!"

After these words, Du Yi was a little speechless. Half a minute later, he said coldly: "It's not your turn to comment on our family's affairs."

After finishing speaking, he resolutely hung up the phone.

Jiang Yushang clenched her hands sadly, and suddenly heard a weak voice from beside her: "Don't...argue with him...it's useless..."

Seeing Zheng Luolai opening his eyes with difficulty, Jiang Yushang quickly approached and said, "What do you think?"

There was no blood on Zheng Luolai's face at all, only a forced smile appeared on his face.

Jiang Yushang felt for his pulse, frowning worriedly.

Zheng Luolai chuckled: "How about me, genius doctor... you still don't know?"

Jiang Yushang didn't answer, got up and said, "I just asked the doctor to give you a comprehensive checkup, and I'll go ask about the situation."

Zheng Luolai closed his eyes wearily: "Call in and talk."

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The doctor soon appeared with the medical records in his hands, with an unhappy expression on his face.

He flipped through the pages in his hand before saying: "Most of your injuries this time are not serious, and you just need to rest assured that you will be able to recover after a while, but unfortunately, you injured your left kidney during the violence. I just did a blood test on your kidney function, and the results show that..."

Zheng Luolai didn't have any strength at all, his mind was in a daze: "Speak simply."

The doctor frowned: "In short, your right kidney itself is relatively weak, and now the healthy left kidney has basically lost its renal function due to trauma. I am worried that this will cause rapid renal failure. If the condition unfortunately worsens, I suggest you undergo dialysis treatment. , find a suitable kidney source and then carry out the transplant operation, let your relatives come for an examination first."

The facts are similar to what Jiang Yushang thought. She knew that the situation was not good, and her mind was spinning quickly.

Not wanting Zheng Luolai but as if he didn't suffer any blows, he said softly: "I have no relatives."

Jiang Yushang held his hand: "I'll tell Grandpa, brother Luolai, I will cure you, it's no big deal."

Zheng Luolai's eyelashes trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "No one... don't tell, let me sleep... go out."

Jiang Yushang moved her lips, but said nothing.

The doctor sighed: "It's better to let the patient rest more. I'm talking about the worst situation. What's the truth? Now we need to observe further."

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Who can predict what doom or miracle will happen to life in the next second?

Nobody can.

Because we are all too focused on ourselves and too good at forgetting others.

At this moment, in the prison in the remote suburbs of Beijing, outside of everyone's imagination, there is a person who is smiling with satisfaction because of the sadness of the outside world.

This person is Oujie.After being imprisoned, no one came to visit Ou Jie.

He held the phone and whispered to the tall and thick man outside, "How is it?"

The man also smiled, showing his yellowed teeth: "You are satisfied."

This gangster was introduced by someone in the prison. He took Oujie's little savings and agreed to kill Zheng Luolai and Dewey.

Zheng Luolai, Zheng Luolai, I didn't expect you to suffer this crime because of your own money, did you?

The prison guards around him were staring at him, and Ou Jie was not convenient to say anything, but just said: "Then come on."

The man was amused, and hung up the phone with his hand.

Hitting someone, making trouble for someone, those scumbags in Zheng Luolai's eyes are very familiar with this kind of harm.

Of course Ou Jie didn't care about the life or death of the man in front of him.

He just wants to take revenge on the object of his hatred, and just wants him to live a less happy life.