"Crying, crying, crying ?!"
Just then, a rough voice came from the door of the room, interrupting the three people's wailing.
The three were furious. After all, although they were down now, they were all ill-tempered before.
This group of people was with a fierce face, a few shirtless men, and a few of them smoking cigarettes in this hospital.
Headed by a middle-aged man in his forties, he has a very prominent scar on his face.
Xie Wengong immediately exulted and exclaimed, "Brother Zhang?"
That's right, the person who came is Xie Wengong's older brother on the road—Brother Zhang.
Yang Zeyu injured only his arm, so his movement was unhindered. He quickly jumped out of bed and greeted him as if he was welcoming his loved ones. He said in a crying voice, "Brother Zhang, you are finally here!"
But he was greeted by a loud slap.
Scar Zhang scolded: "You guys have a fucking face and call me brother?"