Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 160: Joy

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Tianyang City is too poor. The windows of the hospital are still old iron railings. As long as the strength is strong enough, you can easily open a doorway. And after Zhou Qingfeng got in, he saw Fang Ruhu who was lying in bed, frightened and struggling to sit up.

"Director Fang, don't you want to find your younger brother? I'll take you to find him." Zhou Qingfeng reached out and gently pinched the neck of Fang Ruhu. After a while, the other party became unconscious due to lack of oxygen and died. Finally, he picked up the corpse of no value and returned to Wasteland.

And on the streets of Manhattan, Zhou Qingfeng originally drove away with the Mercedes-Benz pick-up, and immediately hugged a dead body to reproduce. He used his hands and feet to remove the brackets and bandages on the neck of the corpse, and pulled the artificial laryngeal cartilage out of the corpse.

The neck of the corpse was like a big hole, blood was slamming outwards, muscle fibers were exposed, and the broken throat was clearly visible, looking **** and terrifying.

Zhou Qingfeng cleans the artificial throat knot with a portable water bag, whispering indifferently and madly: "Who said there is no second-hand artificial throat knot? Is n’t that right? 180,000 things become worthless in a flash."

At midnight, Zhou Qingfeng returned to the Armed Nun Association station and rushed directly to the medical area. I happened to see Butcher, who went out to search for medical supplies, came back and was handing over various medicines and instruments that he had collected in a day to the doctor in the medical area.

"Doctor Belford, can these things cure Minsk?" Butcher was tired and bloodshot, and the clothes still smelled of stench. In front of him, almost all of the medical supplies were robbed by him, so he did not kill many people.

"I can only say my best." Belford is a professional surgeon, more than forty years old, a little bald, wearing pair of glasses. He is handing over the registered material documents to his assistant, and it seems that he did not answer Butcher seriously.

“Do your best? I want more than just‘ best effort ’, you must cure my brother!” Butcher suppresses the anger in his heart and expresses the strong demands in his heart with a low growl.

But Belford still has an indifferent attitude, "I am a doctor, I can only say that I try my best. I can't tell you what I am 100% sure about. Take the medicines and devices you have collected now , Mr. Minsk's trachea repair should be no problem. "

"What about his throat?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minsk's throat was smashed by bullets, and it must be changed to a personal one, and we are now missing this kind of thing."

“I ’ve searched almost all of Manhattan, and I did n’t find the artificial throat you said. Ca n’t you think about another way? Is there no alternative?”

"Sorry, ..."

"I do n’t like to hear you say" Sorry "!"

"But I can only say sorry."

"Damn it!" Butcher, who was as strong as a bear, was extremely anxious. He lifted up Dr. Belford's neck collar. The heavy pressure on the neck caused the doctor to immediately breathe hard. "You can't give I said something else? "

"Butcher, that's enough!" Zhou Qingfeng just arrived and came to rescue the poor doctor. If you take a slow step, it ’s hard to guarantee that the unlucky guy will have his neck broken by the mad Butcher. "You should know that the doctor is talking like this. They ca n’t guarantee you anything? The one who can guarantee you is definitely a liar."

"I know, but I'm very angry." Butcher snorted coldly and took a half step back.

While Dr. Belford is still bowing and coughing, he does n’t care much about the rudeness of Butcher. He waved his hands and said, "I can understand this kind of thing. I have experienced a lot."

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the doctor again and handed the artificial throat knot brought back. "I just heard that you need an artificial throat knot. See if this can be used?"

This is too coincident. Butcher and the doctor stared at Zhou Qingfeng's for a while. The doctor took the artificial throat knot, looked at it carefully, and said doubtfully: "This is indeed an artificial throat knot, but it is a model that was eliminated many years ago. And ..., and ..."

Butcher is anxious and snarled: "You tell me, can this thing be used?"

"It can be used, but the size is not too suitable. The throat knot of Mr. Minsk is obviously one size larger than this. If it is used, it will affect the speaking ability of Mr. Minsk after the operation." Dr. Belford will artificially The throat knot approached towards the nose, and when he smelled it, his complexion immediately changed, "This seems to be ..."

Zhou Qingfeng is very calm, Butcher immediately guesses the origin of this thing, but he does not care. Hearing the doctor say it works, he immediately shouted loudly, "Yeah ... That's great, Victor, you're doing great! Now Minsk can stand up again. I want to tell this good news immediately Minsk, he will be happy to die. "

Butcher laughed and ran to the Minsk ward, woke up the Minsk who had fallen asleep, and told the other party the news. As for the flaws that would affect his speaking ability, he was completely left behind. Anyway, Minsk is like a stone, allowing him to breathe and eat normally, and can fight and kill, even if he is dumb.

"Dr. Belford, is that all right?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"You are all lunatics." Dr. Belford seemed a little unacceptable, but he calmed down after a few words of emotion, "everyone who can survive in this world is a lunatic, all lunatics." >

"Follow us madmen, you don't have to go mad." Zhou Qingfeng patted the doctor's shoulder to appease him, and went to the ward of Minsk. Butcher was yelling, and Minsk was full of smiles. He saw Zhou Qingfeng coming in and drew a kiss sign on the tablet.

"Oh ..., my God." Zhou Qingfeng's disgusted expression, "Please, I'm not gay. I'd rather give me a bear hug after recovery."

Minsk's smiling mouth couldn't be closed. He was already desperate, but he was as strong as a bear, but a big hole in his throat would be turned into waste.

Now world's end, life is difficult, not to mention the treatment of such trauma. Miraculously, in just a day or two, his partner found him all the materials needed for treatment. And listening to Butcher said, Zhou Qingfeng did a great job in order to get an artificial throat.

"Victor, you see that Minsk actually moved to tears. I have known you for more than 20 years, but I have never seen such a thing. I guess if he has a daughter or a sister, he must be willing to marry her Here you are. "Butcher grinned aside.

Minsk also smiled happily, and he did n’t care about his ridicule. Instead, he wrote on the tablet: "My parents did n’t give me a sister. But when I recover, I will You can find a woman to get married and give birth to a few daughters to give Victor. "

"Really? Then I will wait for eighteen years."

"Where does it take eighteen years? Our Russian girls can pursue at the age of fifteen."

"If you are in a hurry, you should be twelve years old."

"This is too beast?"

"As long as you are gentle."

Three men with no heart and no lungs giggled in the ward, sweeping away the haze of their hearts before. (To be continued.)