That skinny little girl...

As soon as the old man arrived at the hospital, he met Sun Dasheng running over breathlessly: "Mr. Si, don't, don't go to this hospital. The boss asked me to take you to another one. Come with me."

Mr. Si knew Sun Dasheng and knew that he was his grandson's subordinate.

As for how Sima Ming knew about this, he didn't delve into it for the time being.

“Is it far? This girl seems to be unable to bear it?”

Sun Wukong looked at the cotton-padded jacket that was almost deformed by the beating and couldn't help but take a breath. How could it still walk upright like this?

She is truly worthy of being my sister-in-law.

"Sister-in-law, can you still bear it? It's not convenient for you to go here, the boss asked me to take you to another place."

Cotton Jacket tilted his head: "Si Ming."

"Yes, Boss Siming, little sister-in-law, can you bear it?"

Cotton-padded jacket nodded.

Sun Dasheng was overjoyed and took his group to a special hospital in a special department.

But Mian'ao was unwilling to leave the old man and go to the diagnosis room alone.

When a doctor holds instruments and syringes, his cotton jacket will also have a stress reaction.

The old man followed all the way, comforting him softly, so that the little boy wouldn't lose control and tear the person to pieces alive.

After examination, it was found that his whole body was comminuted with no intact bones, and his skull was even cracked.

The old man's body swayed and he almost fainted.

How did this stupid girl hold on? She even fights.

You want to lift a car weighing several tons? Are you trying to save your life?

The miracle lies here. Everyone saw her walk in and lie down by herself, as if nothing had happened.

She is still rolling around with her eyes open.

"Mr. Si, we need to ask the dean for help." The doctor didn't dare to do it, and didn't know where to start.

Mr. Si's neck flushed as he yelled, "Please, please come quickly, even if it's a god, please come to me."

After yelling, he choked again: "Girl, does it hurt?"

Cotton Jacket nodded blankly: "It hurts."

Si Lao didn't dare to touch the cotton jacket, and asked in a low voice: "How did you get hurt?"

Mian'ao thought for a moment and said, "If we can't move it, we can just hit it with sticks. Many people can do it together."

The doctors and nurses nearby were all worried. The orthopedic surgeon who was consulting said, "According to the preliminary diagnosis, they are indeed all blows."

"This kind of injury wasn't caused in one go, nor was it caused in one or two blows. Each area was struck at least ten times."

"Hit repeatedly, continuously, without stopping."

The old man's heart tightened, and he kept swearing, "Great, the Deng family, the Mian family..."