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In the morning of the next day, in the surgical operating room of the 301 Hospital, the heirs of the magic knife Zhang's family performed operations on Xiao Huo and Xiao Tang.

Zhang Wenxi's thin monkey-like body, wearing a white coat with narrow shoulders and pinching the waist, the cuffs are still rolled up to the elbows, wearing a disinfection cap and a mask, only revealing a pair of narrow narrow eyes, looks decent.

Zhang Wenxi raised his washed and disinfected hands, and shook his head with the nurse at the door of the operating room: "Come on."

Chu Xun was nervous and worried, and stood at the door with his neck stretched to look around.

Chu Xun asked: "Wen Xier, which one do you do first?"

Zhang Wenxi has experienced many battles, and he has opened many chambers with a knife in his hand. His face was expressionless: "The blood clot has been in his head for two years. That guy is not in a hurry, let's do the one on his leg first."

Chu Xun became even more nervous, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked past the door of the operating room, and was about to climb to the ceiling and stretched out two cat paws to scratch the wall.

"Magic knife Zhang" does not use a shadowless lamp, does not disinfect, does not use anesthesia, and makes the patient painless and itchy without a drop of blood.

This person doesn't even bring a nurse's assistant with him, just a doctor and a patient. The door is closed, and the outsiders are kept out, and the ancestral ointment does not see outsiders.

The room was silent, the ceiling and walls were white.Huo Chuanwu was lying quietly on the operating table, the white sheet was covered, he was awake, and he was squinting at Wen Xier.The two looked at each other, and quickly moved away, each with their own thoughts, and they didn't talk nonsense.

Zhang Wenxi slammed a bottle of medicine to the ground.

The vial shattered.

A faint smell of herbs with a rural flavor overflowed, and the smell of medicine slowly filled the whole room, permeating the nostrils and nerves everywhere, vaguely strange.

Zhang Wenxi slowly cut open a piece of bed sheet, revealing the injured part of Huo Erye.

Zhang Wenxi looked at it, covered it with a mask, snorted, his eyes smiled into a crescent shape, showing a bad look.

Huo Chuanwu had a long face, serious and didn't smile, but this scene was really awkward.He was wearing clothes on his upper body, and his lower body was stripped and washed, revealing a section of strong hip bones and strong thighs.The most prominent part of a man's majestic masculinity, a handsome and thick long thing, is fully exposed at close range.

Zhang Wenxi murmured and snorted: "Hungry mother..."

They are all grown men, knowing what this sentence implies, they are jealous, amazed, and even have a little sour feeling of envy and jealousy.

Huo Chuanwu silently shrugged his shoulders, accepting the "compliment" from the surname Zhang.

Zhang Wenxi added a meaningful sentence: "It's really possible."

Chuanwu let out a "huh".

Zhang Wenxi sighed: "Xiao Xun loves you very much."

Chuanwu: "..."

A subtle expression slowly appeared on Chuanwu's indifferent face, like a smile, but also like a complacent expression.Wen Xier's remark made the pre-existing rift between the two men disappear.The last time the two choked up in the street and crashed into a car, after all, they were both protecting one person.

Chuan Wu now recalls the embarrassing incident of being too full and too free to be jealous. Master Huo is also unlucky, and falls into the hands of his opponent every time.But if it hadn't been for that time, he wouldn't have known how comfortable it would be for Chu Xun to be semi-comatose, hot and soft, with wet buttocks... When will Xiao Xun faint again with wetness?

Zhang Wenxi's eyes were flickering under his narrow eyelids, and there was a small whirlpool in his heart, feeling slightly melancholy and lost.

At that time, Xiao Xun only played tricks for Hunger, and only shared lollipops with Hungry. Every time he came back to Beijing, he would let Hungry come to his house to sleep in the same bed with him, and he would tell Hungry all kind words.Xiao Xun was so beautiful and cute back then... Who said that men are careless and heartless, who said that if one of the best brothers "marries" out, the other will not be petty and jealous?

Zhang Wenxi squinted his eyes, small but very energetic, and his gesture of holding a knife was like holding a pen.The blade of this knife seems to be different from ordinary scalpels. It is sharp and sharp. It is dipped in medicinal juice and glistens with a delicate cold light. When Chuanwu is fully awake but unaware, he slices open the protruding hip bone, flesh and blood. Cut by a sharp edge, no blood...

On this day, the two surgeries took less than an hour in total.

Chu Xun was dazzled and frightened when he was outside, and his hands were sweating for no reason. After more than 20 minutes, his little Huo Meng was pushed out with a white cloth, and replaced with Xiaotang, which was shaved and pushed in.

This time it didn't even take 15 minutes. When Xiaotang was pushed out again, there was no trace of surgery on the brain, only a piece of medical tape was pasted on the back of the head and the brainstem.

Zhang Wenxi was obviously a little tired, lying on the sofa, the collar of his white coat was open, and his mask was taken off, hanging on one ear.

Chu Xun rubbed Wen Xier's shoulders and legs, and asked in a low voice, "Are you done?"

Zhang Wenxi closed his eyes and meditated: "It's over."

Chu Xun murmured: "Fuck, our Erwu's leg was done for 10 minutes, and Xiaotang's head was too fast. Is there 15 minutes? This is a craniotomy!"

Zhang Wenxi: "I chatted a few more words with your boyfriend, it was delayed, his buttocks opened and closed after 5 minutes of hunger."

Chu Xun squinted and stared at the person: "Zhang Wenxi, you are my ancestor."

Zhang Wenxi didn't care, and his voice was ruffian: "Things that can be done in 3 minutes, you have to let the hungry poke on the operating table for three hours, are you tired? My father's knife is faster, and the highest record is one hour. Eighteen surgeries are far worse than his old man's standard."

Chu Xun: "..."

Chu Xun was not reconciled, he was already obsessive-compulsive, and he was like a mother. At this time, he jumped onto the sofa, rode on Wen Xier's waist, and swayed unwillingly: "Wen Xier, you can give Erwu to me. I've cured it, but if you treat it with your heart, can it be restored to its original state? Can the kick be as handsome as before?"

Zhang Wenxi was dizzy from the shaking: "My knife is fine, whether it can be in good condition depends on his luck."

The two of them put their heads together, and when Chu Xun approached, a threatening light suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he had changed into a different person, his face was cold and unceremonious: "If you cure my darling, I will tell you It's not over, Er Ye burned your brain with electric discharge."

Chu Xun stretched out both hands, and gestured ferociously in front of Wen Xier's eyebrows.

Zhang Wenxi stretched out his foot and kicked him: "Damn you, I'm treating your people, but you still threaten to starve? How dare you!"

Chu Xun half-jokingly and half-seriously, narrowed his slender eyes: "Look at me, dare I?"

How important is Chuanwu to him?

Chu Xun has a thousand faces in front of people, but behind them is just one face, one heart, and he is stingy.If his family's second martial artist is really hopeless and disabled, he will really go crazy and bite people.

Zhang Wenxi kicked the man away, turned back and rode up, unbuttoned his clothes and rolled up his sleeves, as if to clean up Chu Xun.

Chu Xun laughed loudly, his expression suddenly changed again, he grinningly clung to the other's shoulder, hugged him recklessly, and rubbed him: "Wen Xi'er..."

Zhang Wenxi couldn't take it anymore: "Get out, get out, don't be so hungry."

"It's more annoying than when I was a child, it's so annoying."

"Hurry up and go home and find someone surnamed Huo."

……

Looking for someone surnamed Huo at home?

Now that Chu Xiaoer simply changed his surname to Huo, forget it, he is idiot, crazy, and mother-in-law... Zhang Wenxi can see it.

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Besides, the two of Chu and Huo have gone through hardships and dangers in the United States this time. It took more than half a month. After returning to Beijing, they were treated and recuperated, and they did not show their faces for a period of time.During this period, the city of Sijiu was full of turmoil, major incidents were reported frequently, and the sky was overshadowed...

After a series of earthquakes in the upper floors, the Hou family completely lost power, and Hou Xianxian defected and was convicted of a crime. This time, even the complicated process was avoided, and it happened to catch all.A group of Hou was arrested, and the remnants of his party members collapsed one after another.Most of the people who climbed up with the Hou family back then were replaced or transferred away.

It is destiny and man-made to encounter the disaster of family destruction and ransacking in the dying years.It is said that the old man of the Hou family was lying alone in the intensive care unit of No. 301 Hospital, listening to the death knell, knowing that his family was exhausted and that his life's achievements had been ruined by unworthy descendants. A decent memorial service was held in Babaoshan for the seniority and achievements of the old revolutionaries before liberation.The media said that the old man "died in the end because of ineffective medical treatment".

When people die, the lights go out, people leave the tea to cool down, the superstructure is reorganized, all forces are intertwined, and a new generation replaces the old.The generation who conquered the country seems to have died into the earth, leaving behind a generation of apprentices and grandchildren who guarded the country, slowly eating away and enjoying the capital left by their parents.

The third department of the General Staff used to hold a group of staff in confidential positions, all of them were rectified and replaced. When the big tree above fell, how could the hozen under the shade of the tree be safe and sound.The spies from the second and third departments lurked and stalked secretly, and slowly started to move, targeting the Feng family's faction.The Feng family was involved in serious financial problems, and the accident happened one day sooner or later. Obviously, it was another fierce battle.

At the same time, in the 65th year of Daqing in Beijing, a grand event was held. Gunshots were heard from the top of Biyun Temple in Xiangshan Mountain, frightened birds hovered over the White Jade Pagoda Forest, blood was spilling from the mountain gate, and the bells echoed slowly...

Some people get what they want after years of hard work in the cold kiln.

Someone finally got out of prison.

The sun slanted on the big bed, and I slept until morning, and the breath in the bed was warm.

Chu Xun opened his eyes, Chuan Wu leaned in his arms.The two are lying face to face, in the usual posture, the two warriors are tall and burly, and every time they get into the bed, they like to put their heads on Chu Xun's chest, let Chu Xun sleep with his arms around him, and subconsciously, they still stay in 20 years the old days before.

In fact, Chuanwu has been awake for a long time, and he is not used to sleeping late. From the time the biological clock strikes at six o'clock, he starts to beeping the wake number in his head, and makes the bed for morning exercises.

Chuanwu remained motionless, with his eyes open, feeling Chu Xun's even breath blowing on his forehead, bathed in the sun.

Chu Xun lowered his head and grinned happily.

Without making a sound, Chuan Wu burrowed into Chu Xun's arms and hugged him tightly. His posture was like he wanted to get in, cut open Chu Xun's chest, and the two of them merged into one.

Chu Xun's voice was misty and hoarse: "What are you doing, breastfeeding."

Chuanwu opened his mouth to pick it up, and sucked hard.

Chu Xun: "Oh..."

The two hugged for a while.Chu Xun was neatly dressed for sleeping, wearing a smooth silk nightgown, which was very particular.Chuanwu tore off the nightgown and kissed Chu Xun's shoulder, which was obviously slipperier than silk.Chuanwu slept boldly and casually, naked with beautiful muscles, the little yellow chicken on his underwear stood out because of his morning erection, his figure had gained weight, he shook his head, ready to move.

Huo Chuanwu got up from the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom.Chu Xiaoer has been occupying the bathroom for more than half an hour, looking at the mirror.

Chuan Wu glanced in the mirror: "Don't scratch your face, you are so handsome."

Chu Xun glanced sideways, and saw that someone was facing the toilet with his back turned. The muscles on his back were wide and relaxed. He opened his crotch and pulled out the big bird.Chuanwu let out a deep sound in his chest, as if he felt very comfortable.

Chu Xun shot from behind and tore off the man's trousers, revealing his round and beautiful buttocks...

Chuanwu didn't care, he pulled up his trousers and turned around, hugging him in his arms: "Where did you go last night?"

Chu Xun put on toner: "Have a meal with Chen Huan and their national security leaders."

Chuanwu: "Why don't you have dinner with him?"

Chu Xun put on essence: "Are you talking about something? Talk about who's family, if you can pass it on, just help someone. Little Jun'er, that silly child, it's not easy to endure for so many years. Get out of prison, try to make parole or bail."

Chuanwu: "Oh."

Chu Xun put cream on his face and squinted his eyes: "Zha Gang?"

The dimple at the corner of Chuanwu's mouth was faintly visible, and he hummed manly: "Don't be so oily."

Chu Xun caught it, and immediately greeted him with the things in his hand: "Toner...Essence hasn't been applied...Add another layer of face cream...If you are kind, don't run away! And sunscreen, come back, give it to me Go back and continue to check the post, interrogate me!"

Huo Erye scolded the girl without looking back...

Zhang Wenxi had a magical knife, which was indeed a unique skill handed down from his family. He cured his illness with his hands. On the second day after the operation, Chuanwu threw away his crutches and walked normally.However, if you want to recover the Huo family's eighteen tricks on your legs, you need rehabilitation training.

After a while, Comrade Xiao Huo came back with clean underwear, took a shower and changed.

Chu Xun narrowed his eyes: "Which pair of underwear did you take?"

Chuanwu picked it up and looked at it: "The Incredibles."

Chu Xun: "What day is it today?"

Chuanwu: "Is it Saturday?"

Chu Xun stretched out his hand and pointed, Chuan Wu was stunned, as if he was frozen by that finger.

Huo Erye was aggrieved, pouted his mouth, and turned around silently. Saturday is not the Incredibles, Saturday is calabash...

About half a month later, the various high-level people in the capital fought fiercely head-on. The special agents of the General Staff and the National Security Bureau jointly carried out the arrest.

The magnolias on Chang'an Street were shining coolly under the street lamps, and the two red lanterns in front of the clubhouse were dimly lit, revealing the urgency and horror before the war.On the street corners, you can see cool and handsome men wearing sunglasses who are discreet, pressing their earphones, and calling in a low voice...

Chu Xun sat in the command vehicle, which waited quietly under the shadow of the city wall.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Chu Xun buried himself in the computer to check the monitoring, read the data, and communicate with various personnel through the miniature microphone from time to time to confirm the course of action.

Sitting in the middle of the back seat of the car was Huo Chuanwu, dressed in black, with his legs stretched out, his trousers stretched over his thighs, and his expression serious.

Chuanwu carefully cleaned his long gun and pressed the bullets.

Chu Xun didn't look back, and asked softly, "Is it okay?"

Chuan Wu: "No problem."

Chu Xun looked at people from the rearview mirror: "Are the legs okay?"

Chuanwu's eyes were calm, with this person's unique calmness and stubbornness: "The eyes and the gun are both easy to use."

Chu Xun slightly closed his eyes: "Let's not make the same mistake a second time, this time we can't let that guy get away from under our noses."

Chu Xun tapped the microphone: "Xiao Chen, are your people in place?"

The voice of the person on the other side was confident and frivolous: "It's already here."

Chu Xun's computer topographic map flashed the location of the deployment of a group of personnel. His eyes fell on one of the small red lights displayed on the tracker, and he subconsciously took a second look. The corners of his mouth curved.