Ivankov, covered in mud, sat on a bench outside the operating room, anxiously awaiting the results.
He drove Yuri to the hospital in a stolen car, and the doctors immediately rescued Yuri.
Ivankov, on the other hand, was called in by the police for questioning.
Ivankov described a non-existent robbery in front of the police, successfully fooling it out.
The police treated him as an enthusiastic citizen who happened to pass by, and did not embarrass him too much.
After that, Ivankov waited anxiously outside the operating room.
Ivankov didn't stay here because of any friendship with Yuri, he did it entirely because of his oath.
He swore by his honor that he would always be loyal to Petrov, an oath of a thief, and if he broke it, he would not be worthy of being called a thief.
This is an honor that Ivankov would rather give up his life than give up.
The lights in the operating room quickly went out, and Ivankov quickly got up to meet him.
A group of doctors pushed Yuri out of the operating room, and Ivankov hurriedly asked: "Doctor, how is he?"
"His life was saved, the bullet did not hurt his organs, but he lost a lot of blood and suffered multiple fractures all over his body, and it was difficult to recover," the doctor explained to Ivankov.
Ivankov followed Yuri back to the ward, Yuri had a cast on his legs and arms, he had not woken up at the moment, and the doctor told Ivankov that it was due to the effect of anesthetic, and Ivankov was relieved.
The doctors explained something to Ivankov, and Ivankov took it to heart.
He moved a chair to Yuri's hospital bed and let out a long sigh.
Half an hour later, Yuri finally came to his senses, which made Ivankov breathe a sigh of relief.
After all, if Yuri, who was in charge of receiving him here, had braided his hair as soon as he arrived, I really don't know what Petrov would think of him.
"How do you feel when you finally wake up?"
asked Ivankov in a soft voice.
"It's fine, but I'm a little thirsty," Yuri replied.
"You can't drink water yet, the doctor told me that I can only drink water in six hours" Ivankov moistened Yuri's lips with a cotton swab.
The two were silent for a while, and Ivankov asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "Do you know who did it?"
"Irish, this is their territory, I can't think of anyone else who wants me to die so much" Yuri just finished speaking, probably too emotional, he couldn't stop coughing a few times, and the pain in his body gradually appeared, Yuri desperately endured not to let Ivankov see the joke.
Ivankov could only comfort Yuri and comfort him, and it took a while for Yuri to recover, he was breathing heavily, sweat was on his forehead, and his hands were clutching the sheets, which he had torn.
"You still don't look good, do you have any plans?"
Ivankov continued.
"I'm going to hire a few Mexicans over and hopefully solve the problem," Yuri whispered.
"What if it fails," Ivankov asked.
"I haven't figured out the rest yet," Yuri replied.
"Listen boy, you said this is their territory, how long do you think it will take for the news that you are not dead to reach the ears of those people, I am afraid that the killer who came to replenish the gun is already on the way" Ivankov said calmly.
Yuri looked at Ivankov with surprise in his eyes, he really didn't expect this.
This is a city where the Irish gather, and his enemy is the local snake who has been in operation in this city for many years, and he is afraid that what Ivankov fears may well come true.
"Can you bear with it, we're afraid we'll have to get out of this place quickly.
Boy, do you know any places around here that are mostly Russians," Ivankov asked.
"New York, Coney Island, Brighton Beach, there's only one place I know of," Yuri replied, a little flustered.
At the nurses' station on the first floor of the hospital, several people in leather coats sneakily walked over with their hands in their pockets.
"Miss Nurse, we have a friend who seems to have been shot and just been sent over, we don't know which hospital it is, can you help us check" A blonde man sniffed his nose and asked, his eyes looking at the situation around him "I'm sorry, it's not visitation time, you can only come back next time," the nurse replied without looking up.
"Please help, Miss Nurse," said a cold object on the nurse's forehead.
The nurse looked up, only to see a pistol pointed at her forehead.
"Ahh "Honey, you have to cooperate a little," said the man behind the nurse as he licked her earlobe with his tongue out, in a gentle voice.
"On the third floor, in the innermost room," replied the nurse in horror, tears of helplessness welling up in her eyes.
Soon someone stuffed a rag into the nurse's mouth, and one person stayed behind to tie the nurse up, and the rest of the people immediately ran up the stairs with broken steps.
With a wave of his hand, the leader of the "split action" quickly dispersed and climbed up the stairs.
Yuri sits weakly in a wheelchair with a thick quilt draped over his body.
Ivankov pushed him in the back, and the two had just walked to the elevator and pressed the button to descend.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
At this moment, a rush of footsteps sounded.
Ivankov became a little nervous, he put his mask on Yuri's face, and his legs couldn't help but tremble a little.
Soon, a murderous group of people came from the end of the hallway.
Ivankov was nervous, but he whistled in a relaxed and cheerful way.
The group hurried past Ivankov, and several of them glanced at Ivankov and them, not paying attention.
Ivankov did not dare to panic in the slightest, and soon the elevator door opened, and Ivankov unhurriedly pushed Yuri inside.
The group rushed into Yuri's hospital room, which was now empty.
A man reached out and touched the bed, the bed was still warm, and the blood stains on it were still very fresh, he quickly said: "They haven't gone far yet, chase after it" Ivankov and Yuri got out of the elevator and went to the first floor, where several people were waiting just here.
Ivankov's appearance caught their attention, and they stared at Ivankov, who walked out of the hospital gate without squinting and unhurriedly.
A cacophony of voices came from the stairs, and one shouted, "Has anyone left from here?"
"Yes, an old man pushed a patient out just now," replied a few people downstairs.
"That's them, chase them" t1706231537: