The female president's immortal warrior king

Chapter 9 Ghost King Three Needles
"You have good intentions. Others don't think so, and they will definitely blackmail you."

"..."

The crowd of onlookers, after Song Tang's voice fell, they all spoke out one after another, telling Ye Feng not to meddle in his own business.

The indifference of the Chinese people is evident from this.

Ye Feng looked around, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, he withdrew his arm held by Song Tang, and walked towards the old man lying on the ground.

"This young man is really too young and too idealistic. Wait a minute, he will pay the price for his actions."

This is the thought in the minds of most of the people present.

"Hey, I really like to ask for trouble."

Song Tang looked at Ye Feng's back, puffed up her cheeks, and stomped her jade feet. In the end, she still followed.

"What do you want to do, don't move around, the ambulance is coming soon."

Walking back and forth there, the beautiful woman with an anxious face saw Ye Feng squatting down next to the old man and reached out to touch him, she was startled, hurried over, and shouted coquettishly.

At this moment, Li Qingqing was in a very bad mood. She had called 120 half an hour ago, but the ambulance had not yet appeared, and now another troublemaker appeared.

If she hadn't been a good tutor, she would have cursed out loud.

"Myocardial infarction, blood blockage, shortness of breath, within 10 minutes, if not dealt with, death is certain."

Ye Feng raised his head, looked at the beautiful woman, looked at her, and said lightly: "Look around, even if the ambulance comes, can it come here? No, wait for the doctor to come and put the patient on the stretcher." , sent to the car, and drove to the hospital, the patient was already a corpse."

"This... this... what should I do about this?"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Li Qingqing realized the seriousness of the matter.

By the way, how did he know that grandpa had a myocardial infarction? Could he be a doctor?

Thinking of this, Li Qingqing became excited, and when she was about to speak, she saw Ye Feng holding a ten-centimeter-long silver needle and stabbing at Grandpa's head, causing her face to turn pale.

If such a long needle is pierced, it will definitely die.

Not only Li Qingqing was taken aback, but the onlookers were also taken aback, subconsciously stepped back a few steps, they looked at Ye Feng, and couldn't help becoming terrified.

The sky is bright and the sun is bright, and the universe is clear. This young man actually stabs people with such a long silver needle.

This is simply murder.

Some people left quietly.

"You...what do you want to do? Do you know who my grandfather is? If you dare to mess around, you will definitely die without a place to die."

"Tangtang, stop her for me, don't let her make trouble."

Ye Feng turned his head and gave Song Tang an order, his hands kept moving.

Ye Feng is not only a cultivator of immortals, but also a genius doctor, who has inherited all the medical skills of the old ghost and surpassed them. In addition, he can use the three needles of the ghost king with ease. There is no disease in the world that he can't cure. .

To put it simply, that is, as long as you don't die, you can be cured.

of course.

Ye Feng did not intend to completely cure the myocardial infarction of the old man lying on the ground, but to curb it so as to save his life and prevent him from dying.

It's not that he doesn't want to cure it, but that it consumes too much and it's not worth it.

Li Qingqing rushed over dancing, Song Tang, who heard Ye Feng's words, stopped Li Qingqing subconsciously, not letting her go, and comforted: "Sister, you just trust Ye Feng, he can cure your grandfather."

I don't know why, seeing Ye Feng's serious and serious face, Song Tang couldn't help but believe him, feeling that he could do anything.

"Cure my grandfather, I don't believe it, such a long silver needle is killing people." Li Qingqing shouted.

If it wasn't for Song Tang's desperate efforts to stop her, Li Qingqing would have rushed over.

"Ye Feng, hurry up, I can't hold on anymore."

Feeling Li Qingqing's growing strength, Song Tang couldn't bear it any longer, and turned to Ye Feng and shouted.

"All right."

The silver needle pricked the old man's temple and heart, Ye Feng stood up and said to Song Tang: "Tangtang, you can let her go."

"You bastard, if something happens to my grandpa, you're dead, dead."

Song Tang let go, Li Qingqing stopped rushing, but raised her finger to Ye Feng's nose, and roared, and then, she came to the old man's side, took a breath, saw that she was still breathing, and was greatly relieved .

As long as grandpa is fine, otherwise, we must make him look good.

"casual."

Leaving these two words, Ye Feng left, and Song Tang hurriedly followed.

Seeing Ye Feng approaching, the onlookers consciously moved out of the way to let Ye Feng and Song Tang leave.

None of them wanted to be pricked by Ye Feng's ten centimeter long silver needle, it would kill them.

"Bastard, don't go, don't go, bastard..."

Seeing Ye Feng and Song Tang leave, Li Qingqing jumped up, stood up, shouted a few times, seeing that it was useless, she wanted to catch up, a familiar cough that could no longer be familiar rang in her ear .

"Ahem, Qingqing..."

Hearing the sound, Li Qingqing retracted the left foot he had just stepped out, turned around stiffly, and saw the grandfather who should have fainted at a glance, but he woke up and stood up.

hum...

For a moment, weeping with joy, Li Qingqing threw herself into the arms of the old man, choked up and said, "Grandpa, you're awake, you're awake, I thought, I thought..."

"You thought Grandpa was going to die, didn't you?"

The old man said with a smile, the wind was calm, and he didn't take death seriously at all.

"Enen"

"Qingqing, don't worry, grandpa won't die."

The old man stroked Li Qingqing's back, and said with a smile: "How about grandpa, you have to last until Qingqing gets married, and have a big fat grandson, right?"

"Grandpa, you hate it to death."

As soon as the old man said this, Li Qingqing's cheeks turned red, like two red apples, and she said coquettishly, "Qingqing doesn't marry, she will stay with grandpa all her life."

At this moment, Li Qingqing is no longer as domineering as before, she is simply a little girl.

"You girl..."

The old man shook his head helplessly, looked at Li Qingqing, but it was full of love and pampering, suddenly thought of something, and said: "Qingqing, I remember I had a heart attack, and I didn't bring the medicine with me, and it was difficult to breathe. Then passed out.

Just now, I suddenly felt a warm current flow through my body, and I instantly became comfortable. What happened?

Qingqing, you must know, tell me quickly. "

"This... this..."

"Qingqing, is there anything else that I can't tell Grandpa?"

Seeing his granddaughter squirming, the old man couldn't help but frowned, and said seriously.

"No la."

Li Qingqing shook his head, and told what happened just now.

"Two injections pulled the old man back from the gate of hell. He is really a young genius doctor."

With a click of tusk, the old man said to Li Qingqing: "Qingqing, do you know the boy's cell phone number, the old man must thank him well."

"No, that's a pity."

Seeing Li Qingqing shaking his head, the old man couldn't help sighing, his face was full of pity.

(End of this chapter)