Gathering
Editor: Noodletown Translations
When Old Zhou and the other five were taken to stretchers onto ambulances, Old Zhou said as he looked at Xu Cheng, his vision all blurred, "Just you wait… if something happens to me, you are done!"
The paramedic pushed his stretcher as he put on an oxygen mask for him and said, "Alright, stop talking. You are in a hypoxic state right now."
"Hypo my azz!" Old Zhou swore at the paramedic and he temporarily took off the mask, pointed at Xu Cheng, and said, "You have successfully… angered me."
Xu Cheng took out his certificate that said he had a severe mental illness and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what just happened. I think I have intermittent amnesia."
Puuuuf!
After Old Zhou coughed up three liters of blood, he fell onto the stretcher and was carried away by the paramedics.
Those club members behind them were all laughing hard.
Xu Cheng looked as the ambulances drove away and asked Ye Xiu, "Will I be fine?"