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Chapter 68
"Ding dong!"

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang, and Wang Zhong, who was wearing a bathrobe, walked to the door, looked outside through the peephole, and then opened the door.

"Mr. Zhou, you want a supper." Secretary Wu was carrying a rather large food bag, which contained a lot of skewers, as well as some hot and cold dishes.

"I asked you to make this trip in the middle of the night. Thank you for your hard work. Let's eat together?" Wang Zhong issued an invitation.

"Not Mr. Zhou, I have to go back, or I may be late for work tomorrow."

"It's okay, I'll give you a day off tomorrow and have a good rest."

"It's late at night, it's not safe for you to go back alone, there are guest rooms upstairs, or you can"

"Thank you Mr. Zhou, thank you Mr. Zhou!"

The house was arranged by He Damao. It is a two-story sample building facing the street. It was bought in Wang Zhong's name, and it was decorated according to Wang Zhong's opinion. The style is simple and retro.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and it was almost twelve o'clock after supper. Secretary Wu was not the kind of hypocritical person, so he directly stayed in the guest room of Wang Zhong's house.

Wang Zhong, who had been tossing and tossing for three nights in a row, was completely relieved today, his whole body was smooth, and he just had a supper to celebrate.

In the early morning of the next day, Luo Shibin and the woman in the car were found in a dark alley, they called the police, dialed 120, and were rushed to the hospital.

The woman was also very confused. Under the influence of alcohol, she didn't wake up after passing out, and slept all night.

Luo Shibin was miserable. At first, he passed out from the pain, and then he was woken up by the pain again and again. He wanted to ask for help, but his mouth was sealed, and he could only utter a low moan in the dark alley. The wind blew all night.

In addition to the blood, there was also incontinent urine and feces in the pants, and the smell was incredible.

When Shui Ziliu arrived at the hospital, Luo Shibin had already finished the operation. Hearing what the doctor said about Luo Shibin's situation, Shui Ziliu was shocked but also full of doubts.

Outside the ward, the water with complicated emotions flowed to the door, took a few deep breaths, adjusted his mood, suppressed his grief, and then opened the door and walked in.

"Binzi."

On the hospital bed, Luo Shibin's arms were wrapped with a thick layer of bandages, and he was wearing a plaster cast. He was afraid that he would be injured again if he moved around and pressed down, so he was hanging by his body with both hands. There were many bruises and redness on his face. , complete incontinence of urine and feces, and a catheter can still be inserted for urination, but there is no way to defecate.

"Brother Shui, you're here!" Luo Shibin yelled feebly, his face as pale as paper, without any trace of blood.

Fortunately, Wang Zhong didn't use a sharp weapon yesterday, otherwise, lying in the alley and bleeding all night would have killed Luo Shibin.

"What's going on, how did it become like this?" Shui Ziliu frowned and asked.

Not to mention the water flowing, even Luo Shibin himself was very confused.

"I don't know either. I just came out of the karaoke last night. I don't know where a ruthless person came out. Without saying a word, I was fainted and taken to a remote alley."

"Did we offend someone recently?" Shui Ziliu frowned, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't think of who it was.

Since they came to the south, the two first earned a lot of money by smuggling in the first few years, and then they built the current silk-drawing factory. The year was also very low-key, never had any grudges with others, let alone offended any local snakes.

Luo Shibin's face was ugly, his gloomy eyes flashed with dangerous light, he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't f*ck let me know who it is."

But both of his arms were broken, and his whole body was covered with scars. The anger caused the injury, and he immediately grinned in pain, gasped for air, and even his face was a little distorted.

"Alright, alright!"

Shui Ziliu hurriedly comforted him: "Don't think about it so much, the most important thing right now is to take care of the injury first."

"The Cantonese that was full of stubble yesterday should be a local. They also said that I touched their elder brother's woman. Brother Shui, please check for me! Find out who it is."

"Woman?" Shui Ziliu subconsciously thought of the woman lying in the next ward who was being questioned by the police.

As if he knew what Shui Ziliu was thinking, Luo Shibin said harshly: "She is no exception, check everything." It's just that his body is too weak, and he doesn't have the momentum to speak harshly.

Women are like clothes to him, they can be discarded at any time, they are just a little girl who has just got his hands on, and she has a bit of beauty, such a girl, Luo Shibin only needs to wave his hand, and a lot of girls will automatically slip into his arms.

"I'm afraid it's not easy to handle this matter!" Shui Ziliu had a more delicate mind, and from the perspective of a bystander, he had some different thoughts from Luo Shibin.

In the current deep city, dragons and snakes are mixed, there are all kinds of people, people from all over the world come to make money, big bosses from Xiangjiang and Wanwan cross the sea to invest, businessmen from Nanyang, and local snakes.

And the people who do it may not necessarily be the people around those big bosses. Now in Shencheng, there are more ruthless people who are willing to sell their lives for tens of thousands of dollars.

"Brother Shui! If it's not easy, I have to do it. Could it be that my suffering is in vain?" Luo Shibin looked resentful. In the past, when he was down and down, he would have suffered as much as he had suffered, but now they are rich, and they don't talk about people. Master, but there is always some face.

The best thing about Jianghu people is face, Luo Shibin and Shui Ziliu are serious Jianghu people.

It's fine, he was attacked by someone and turned into this appearance. If he doesn't get his place back, where will he put Luo Shibin's face in the future.

"I'll find someone to inquire about it later, and I'll keep an eye on the police. You should recover from your injuries first. The doctor said that what you need now is rest and rest, and you can't be too emotional."

"Brother Shui, at the factory, I can only trouble you for a while." Luo Shibin said helplessly. With his current state, even if he wanted to, he was helpless.

Shui Ziliu could only comfort him with a smile: "You can heal your wounds at ease, and I will take care of the factory first. You must recover quickly, and the factory cannot do without you."

Now the soul of the wire-drawing factory is not him, but Luo Shibin who is lying on the hospital bed. Although Luo Shibin is not a good character, he is ambitious, capable, and courageous. Luo Shibin made great efforts.

Luo Shibin's injury is not clear to him himself, but Shui Ziliu knows it clearly from the doctor. Both hands are severely fractured, and the upper and lower arms are broken to varying degrees. The doctor also said to what extent the plot can be restored. No, but absolutely impossible as before.

It will also be accompanied by a series of complications, which may even cause inflammation in severe cases.

Of course, because it was dealt with in a timely manner, it would not be life-threatening.

But right now, the water flows by itself, so we can only appease Luo Shibin first.

(End of this chapter)