Chapter 22 I believe it, isn't that enough!

"Brother Cong!!"

"headmaster!!!"

After a beer bottle.

Si Cong felt dizzy.

He covered his head.

Bright red liquid with a fishy smell flowed down.

"Quick! Treat Brother Cong's wound!"

Xiaolong yelled! "Are you okay? Can you still hear us?"

The nurse in white pulled the hands of the man who was tearing the onions.

But he held his head tightly in his hands.

"Let him get in the car first!"

Seeing that Sicong was a little dazed, the nurse immediately let him lie on a stretcher, and then quickly carried him into the ambulance.

“Beep, beep—”

The ambulance rushed to the hospital.

“Woo-oo ...

Almost at the same time, a police car arrived at the scene.

However, when the people at that table saw that something serious had happened, they had already run away.

"Brother Cong! You have to hold on!!!"

Xiaolong held the hand that was tearing the onion tightly.

Hospital.

"Principal?"

Xueer just came down to buy some things.

As a result, they saw Sicong being carried in, his head covered in blood.

The whole person was completely stunned.

What’s going on?

Could there have been another car accident? "We were having a barbecue just now, and the principal's friend had a conflict with the people at the next table. The principal wanted to mediate the fight, but he didn't expect the people at the opposite table to just throw a beer bottle at him."

Zi Han explained to Xueer.

The incident happened suddenly.

She was completely confused.

"Ah? Someone hit you with a beer bottle?"

Xue'er looked incredulous! It was twelve o'clock in the morning.

Hospital ward.

"Cong, Cong brother? Why are you back?"

The female assistant Yu Xiaoyun jumped up from the hospital bed.

Sicong is now sitting in a wheelchair.

His head was wrapped in a large white gauze.

He was still wearing a hospital gown.

"Brother Cong was beaten during dinner tonight."

Xueer and Zihan pushed and shredded green onions.

Xiaolong went to pay the bill.

"Ah? Got beaten?"

Yu Xiaoyun's pupils constricted.

Could it be that Brother Cong really offended the other party?

She was alone in this ward just now.

The more I think about it, the weirder it seems.

It was exactly at that time.

The front of the car was completely damaged, the back seat was crushed, and the driver and co-driver seats were not seriously damaged.

This doesn't look like a car accident.

This incident was a warning of an offense to the gods! She had only made a guess.

It seems now.

Confirmed!

Why?

Isn’t it because Brother Cong didn’t believe that he was retaliated by the gods?

Otherwise you said it was fine.

Why was I hit with a beer bottle when I was having a midnight snack? I don’t get hit with beer bottles normally! But it just happened tonight!

"Wang Sicong, right? You should stay here tonight to observe the specific situation. We will have someone to bring the report of the brain CT scan when the time comes."

It was at this moment.

A chief physician in a white coat came over.

Sicong was hospitalized.

Even though he didn't want to.

But after all, he was hit on the head.

And eight stitches were needed.

So I had to stay one night to observe.

Otherwise, if any problems arise later, the loss will outweigh the gain.

"Brother Cong, we'll leave first. You must take good care of yourself."

Wait till one o'clock.

Xiaolong, Xueer and Zihan left.

Originally they said they would stay and take care of them.

Sicong refused directly.

It's just eight stitches! It's not like I can't move.

As for whether someone needs to take care of her? The female assistant Yu Xiaoyun herself was also slightly bruised and injured, and was hospitalized mainly for a day of observation.

They are now fully mobile.

No need to take care of it.

"Brother Cong, I think there are some things that are still in awe."

The two were admitted to a special ward in the hospital.

Two beds.

They all left.

There are only two of them left.

In the dim light, Yu Xiaoyun spoke slowly.

"What do you mean by fear? Are you going to tell me that the reason I was beaten just now was because I didn't believe in that weird thing called Zhang Lingtian?"

Tearing onions just feels ridiculous.

"Brother Cong, don't you think it's really suspicious? You didn't have any accidents before, but tonight you had a serious traffic accident, and then someone hit you on the head with a beer bottle? Aren't these things connected?!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The female assistant Yu Xiaoyun believed it completely.

This Zhang Lingtian is really weird.

"You're not going to tell me that because he followed me I got into a serious car accident, and because he unfollowed me we narrowly escaped death, and finally because I questioned him I got hit on the head with a beer bottle while I was having supper?"

Sicong asked back.

Although it does sound like that.

And it also seems reasonable.

After all, two things happened in one night.

But accidents can sometimes be so sudden.

Two accidents in one night is sometimes reasonable, right?

"Uh-huh."

This is what Yu Xiaoyun wanted to say.

If they had focused on this point, they would have died long ago.

"You are a typical example of someone whose mind is corrupted by feudal superstition! If there are really ghosts and gods in this world, then why have I never seen them? I'm going to the toilet first!"

He received the most advanced philosophical ideas in Europe.

I know very well that there are absolutely no ghosts or gods in this world!

This is typical superstition.

Use theocracy and various unknowable things to fool people and profit from it.

He guessed that the Ping An Funeral Shop would start making money next.

There is no way, there are too many fools in this world, and there are not enough liars.

"Ah? Brother Cong, do you want me to help you?"

Yu Xiaoyun stood up immediately.

She just got a little bumped.

Actually able to walk.

"It was my head that was hit, my hands and feet were fine! You stay in bed! Also, don't let your mind be filled with shitty thoughts all day long. We should uphold science and oppose superstition!!"

As he said this, he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

"ah--"

After a while.

Screams were heard.

Sicong tripped in the toilet and fell on his face.

"Is it not enough that I believe you? Damn it!!"

Three o'clock in the morning.

Sicong's leg was slightly fractured and had been bandaged like a mummy.

On the hospital bed.

He was swearing.

At this point, Zhang Lingtian had already fallen asleep.

"Morning, boss."

Nine o'clock the next morning.

Ping An Funeral Shop working hours.

The three employees greeted Zhang Lingtian one by one.

"Ah Wei, Tian Tian, ​​today's store tasks are handed over to you. Xiao Han and I will go to Chunbei. If you have any questions, just call me directly."

Zhang Lingtian explained to Su Wei and Li Tiantian.

"Okay! Don't worry, boss!"

The two nodded.

In this way, Zhang Lingtian and Jiang Xiaohan drove their old car towards the neighboring Chunbei City.

They were going to Feilong's village to plan a funeral.

The family also wanted Feilong to die in a dignified manner.

As for the onion tearing incident, no one knew whether he had someone block the news, but there was no trace of it on the Internet overnight.

Even in the morning there was no sound of wind.

"puff--"

Highway to Chunbei.

In the passenger seat, Jiang Xiaohan was trying hard to hold back his laughter.

"What's the matter? Why are you so depressed?"

Zhang Lingtian was a little curious.

"Boss, I think you should stop live streaming to sell goods. Today, many people want to discuss business cooperation with me. Do you know what the cooperation is? They want you to follow scumbags. I will give you 3,000 to 10,000 yuan for each follow. If you die, I will give you an additional 30,000 to 50,000 yuan!"

Jiang Xiaohan finally opened his eyes.

I didn't expect that the boss, this living devil, could be used in this way.

"Uh... not that serious, not that serious. I already said that those were accidents. Look, I followed Sicong last night, right? Isn't he fine today?"

Zhang Lingtian immediately used the example of tearing onions.

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