After Li Jie took Yuan Yuling away, I quickly thought of a solution. I had just joined Han Yong and agreed to go to the hospital for his class today. If I don’t keep my promise, I’m afraid I will leave a bad impression on him.

"I must find a way to break the rope." I thought to myself, with a very anxious look on my face.

I leaned a little, and when I saw Li Jie leaving, I put the kitchen knife on the bedside table. The next second, I stood up, bent my waist, curled my legs, tied a chair, and moved towards the kitchen knife on the bedside table in small steps.

It took me ten minutes to move to it a few meters away, and two slaughter fell. Looking at the kitchen knife on the table on the bedside, I used my head to slid it on the ground, then lie down with a chair, grabbed the knife surface of the kitchen knife with my hands, and slowly started cutting the rope with my backhand.

Watching someone cutting ropes on TV, it seems like they broke it in a few strokes. In reality, it is not like that for a while. The TV shows that it is all fucking fooling people.

Because the distance of wrist movement is limited, I can't use any force at all. In just a few minutes, I was exhausted and sweating profusely. At the same time, my confidence was hit, and I don't know if I could cut it off.

However, when I thought that I spent 600,000 to get Han Yong's recognition, if I didn't go to the hospital today, the 600,000 spent might be wasted, so I gritted my teeth and persevered.

Finally, after nearly half an hour, I grind the rope open. This was not a fucking cut, but a little bit, and I almost didn't get tired of vomiting blood.

I moved my hands and feet, took five minutes to wash, then hurriedly left home, and drove towards Jiangcheng First People's Hospital.

I bought soy milk and small buns halfway. When I arrived at the hospital, Han Yong sat outside the intensive care unit and never left for a moment.

I handed him the soy milk and Xiaolongbao and said, "Brother Yong, take a break, I'll look at our sister."

"Thank you! I'm not tired!" Han Yong took the soy milk and Xiaolongbao and started eating, but his eyes were still staring at Han Siwen who was full of tubes in the intensive care unit through the glass.

Han Siwen, Han Yong's sister, later I learned that their parents died more than ten years ago. They depended on each other, and it can also be said that Han Yong raised Han Siwen.

Han Yong didn't go back to rest, and I had nothing to do, so I stayed in the hospital to accompany him. The doctor said that if Han Siwen did not reject the transplanted kidney within a week, she could be transferred from the intensive care unit to the ordinary ward.

"Who did you get your injury?" After breakfast, Han Yong turned his head and looked at me and asked.

"I accidentally fell down the stairs." Han Siwen had not passed the dangerous period yet. I didn't want to tell Han Yong about Zhou Qiang's beating him at this time, so I panicked. However, it seemed that Han Yong didn't believe it at all. In fact, no one would believe it. If you fall, you can fall into a black eye? It was obviously someone beaten.

Han Yong stared at my face and finally said nothing, but just patted my shoulder hard.

I know that all his current thoughts are on his sister Han Siwen, and he has no energy to take care of other things. Even if he wants to take revenge, he has to wait until Han Siwen is discharged from the hospital. As long as Han Yong recognizes his brother, Zhou Qiang's affairs will be resolved sooner or later.

"Can't you fight, Zhou Qiang? I'll find a master of national martial arts to see if you can still be awesome!" I thought to myself.

At noon, I received a call from Li Jie.

"Wang Hao, you can do it. You can even cut the rope. It seems that I will have to tie you up with a chain next time." Li Jie's angry voice came from the phone.

I feel that her words are a bit wrong. The iron chain is tied to a dog. Is she scolding herself?

"Li Jie, don't go too far!" I said.

"I'm too much? I want to chop off your dog's paws." Li Jie said.

"Smooth and soft, very elastic. I have decided not to wash my hands for a month." I deliberately angered her.

"Wang Hao, you are shameless, I want to kill you." Li Jie shouted out from the phone. I guess she must be mad by myself.

I moved my phone away from my ears and said loudly: "I have something to do, I'm hung up!" Then I immediately hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

After hanging up the phone, I found Han Yong staring at him, so I smiled awkwardly.

"Your wife?" he asked.

"Well, it's the rich woman who faked her marriage to me." I nodded.

I didn't want to say more, and Han Yong didn't ask more. Then we talked about the martial arts. Through chatting with Han Yong, I discovered a new world. The ancient Chinese martial arts have never been lost, but they are not as popular as before. Now only a small number of people are inheriting and carrying forward them. They have their own small circles. Outsiders cannot access this circle at all, and of course they cannot see the real Chinese martial arts.

Han Yong also told himself that the martial arts competition on TV is strictly not a national skill, it can only be considered a dance technique, and the real national skill is not good at all, let alone cool and handsome, and it is even a bit awkward. National skill has only one purpose, that is, kill people, and kill the other party in the simplest and fastest way.

National martial arts only kills people and does not perform, which is definitely not empty talk.

He also told me that what he practiced and inherited was the Bajiquan he passed down from his ancestors, a fierce skill of close-fitting and sticking.
Chapter completed!