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However, the voice on the phone rang again, "I am the secretary of the president, Shi Jinmo, may I ask what you have to do with Ling?"

The patient was a little stunned at the moment when he heard this sentence again, but then a vicious look appeared on his face. The look was obviously saying that the phone was Mr. Ling, but you still couldn't prove that you were his man.

Shi Jinmo on the other side of the phone looked at the remark on the phone a little stunned and struggled again and again and pushed the door of the meeting room open.

Zhang Xingyun is still stalemate with the patient here because the person still doesn't believe that Zhang Xingyun is Mr. Ling's husband, but his stalemate didn't last long and was interrupted by the voice on the phone.

"Mr. Ling, you have a phone." Shi Jinmo pushed open the door of the meeting room and said cautiously.

Ling Xiaoya was interrupted and her face was a little ugly. "I didn't say that I didn't answer the phone during the meeting?"

Shi Jinmo lowered his head and walked towards Ling Xiaoya, said by the phone, "But, but this is your husband's phone ..."

This sentence was clearly heard by the people on the side of the hospital, and the suddenly turbulent environmental plaque was silent, even the patient was ashamed.

Mainly because the little security guard who gave himself up to save himself was actually the man of the tall female president, scared to death, okay ...

Zhang Xingyun seized the opportunity, a little under his feet, and suddenly flew forward a few meters, one hand hit the man's wrist, and the other hand pushed hard away Yi Yuluo.

In his anxiety, Zhang Xingyun did not care about his own strength. Yi Yuluo was pushed to the ground fiercely. Although his **** fell sorely, he felt the rest of his life.

The patient was beaten back by Zhang Xingyun's palm, angered, and caught towards Zhang Xingyun's face.

The distance between the two was too close, and Zhang Xingyun could not dodge. The patient's nails left three blood marks on Zhang Xingyun's face.

Looking at the bright red marks on the face, the onlookers took two steps backwards unconsciously, especially the doctor who persuaded Zhang Xingyun just now, and there was also a pity on his face.

The direct channel of the mouth of this disease is blood. Although this patient was indulged once, he was still much less likely than the transmission channel of blood.

Basically, this doctor has given Zhang Xingyun a diagnosis.

Yi Yuluo, who fell to the side, was also in a state of sluggishness. Because she knew such a probability, she did not know how to react when she saw Zhang Xingyun being scratched.

"Hahaha, now you are the same as me. What if you have money? It's not the same as me!" The patient gave a terrible laugh when he caught Zhang Xingyun's face.

"And you guys, all of you have to die today!" The collapsed patient rushed into the crowd frantically, trying to bring more people to be buried.

Zhang Xingyun's face was completely gloomy.

He didn't shoot him at first, but he was a little pitiful. He was ill at a young age, and he was forgivable to go to extremes.

But now he actually wanted to bring in the people around him, which made him very dissatisfied.

He grabbed the patient's clothes and turned just one foot. After a muffled sound, the patient covered his stomach and bowed to the ground.

But that gaze was still staring at Zhang Xingyun, "It's no use hitting me, you're dead!"

Zhang Xingyun's eyes don't carry a trace of temperature, and his face is a slap.

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