The little genius doctor: the beautiful CEO of divorce at the beginning

Chapter 32 Your Hand
With a calm face, Qin Yuan looked at Mr. Zhao with a look of contempt.

"Crench!"

Four or five sports cars surrounded Qin Yuan's car.

The men and women who came down looked like the eldest sons of wealthy families, looking at Qin Yuan with disdain.

"I said Mr. Zhao, it's just such a guy, you can't handle it yourself, do you still need these brothers?"

A yellow-haired boy said loudly.

Qin Yuan burst into laughter when he heard this.

"Boy, what are you happy about? Do you want to die?"

Huang Mao felt that what he just said was being ridiculed, and instantly became angry, staring viciously.

"I said Huangmao, but you didn't even ask, what happened to your Mr. Zhao?"

Qin Yuan's tone was full of sarcasm.

Mr. Zhao blushed and immediately cursed: "Boy, why are you kneeling down and apologizing to me now, maybe Grandpa, I can let you live. If you are still shameless, don't blame the stick in my hand for not recognizing people."

At this time, Qin Yuan couldn't stand this man full of foul language, and his eyes suddenly revealed a murderous look.

He stared at Mr. Zhao, who was still relying on his many people.

But Mr. Zhao was actually frightened by this look, the temperature in summer made his back feel cold.

Seeing this, the yellow hair on the side said again directly and arrogantly: "What's the point, just beat him up and it's over."

After finishing speaking, Huang Mao punched Qin Yuan. He thought that he would succeed in sneak attack while not paying attention, but Qin Yuan took a step back and dodged it.

Huang Mao's punch was empty, his posture was not stable, and he almost staggered and fell to his knees.

"Ouch? Boy, can you escape?"

The unconvinced Huang Mao continued to stare fiercely.

At this time, Qin Yuan's mouth showed a smile, and he seemed to look down on the group of people in front of him at all.

Huang Mao and Mr. Zhao felt that they were humiliated by it.

Gritting his teeth angrily.

"What are you looking at? Give it to me, and abolish him."

Huang Mao shouted loudly at this time, and seven or eight young people immediately surrounded him.

Qin Yuan took a step back, and the tiny silver needle in his hand suddenly appeared, and then turned around 180 degrees, swish swish swish.

The silver needle flew out.

"what!"

"oops!"

The scene stopped immediately.

But only Mr. Huang Maohe Zhao was not pinned down, Qin Yuan didn't want the two of them to be pinned down by himself.

Seeing this, the two panicked instantly, completely unaware of what happened.

Everyone else stood there, looking panic-stricken.

But the mouths were all open, as if they wanted to say something, but they couldn't say it.

"Boy, what the hell did you do?"

Huang Mao asked with angry eyes and nervousness.

Qin Yuan smiled slightly, and was not in a hurry to answer Huang Mao's question, but walked towards Huang Mao calmly.

The frightened Huang Mao began to tremble all over, and couldn't help retreating back.

"Yo? Why are you nervous?"

Seeing Qin Yuan mocking him, Huang Mao was very angry, but his performance just now left Huang Mao with lingering fears, and he didn't dare to be confrontational at all.

At this moment, Young Master Zhao found that Qin Yuan happened to have his back facing him.

He quietly clenched the baseball bat in his hand, and slowly moved towards Qin Yuan bit by bit.

Then he raised the stick in his hand and swung it down.

"boom!"

"what!"

What made Mr. Zhao dumbfounded was that it was not Qin Yuan who fell to the ground in response, but Huang Mao.

The yellow hair lying on the ground was covered in blood and passed out.

Qin Yuan turned his head and said solemnly: "Mr. Zhao, I saw with my own eyes that you knocked this man down."

Excited and frightened, Mr. Zhao threw the stick in his hand, and looked at Qin Yuan with terrified eyes.

Just now he was clearly Qin Yuan who raised the swing, how could he hit Huang Mao on the head.

Because Qin Yuan dodged very quickly, Mr. Zhao didn't pay attention at all, so he hit Huang Mao on the head with a stick.

Some of the people who were trapped saw this scene with their own eyes.

Qin Yuan reminded again: "Mr. Zhao, you said you are going to surrender yourself? Or should I call someone?"

At this time, Mr. Zhao was completely stunned and could not hear Qin Yuan's words at all.

His whole body began to tremble, and he sat down on the ground with a plop.

His eyes were full of horror and fear.

"Hehe, just this little guts? Still coming out to trouble someone?"

Qin Yuan said disdainfully.

Immediately, with a strong hand, the silver needle was quickly retracted, and the other people who were immobilized, like an amnesty, instantly collapsed on the ground.

Looking at Qin Yuan standing in the crowd, he seemed to stand out from the crowd.

Suddenly, his leg was grabbed by someone, and when he lowered his head, it turned out to be Mr. Zhao.

Looking at Qin Yuan with a choked face, he said pleadingly: "Brother, please, help me, look at him, I don't want to go into the high wall, I beg you, please help me."

Qin Yuan never imagined that Mr. Zhao actually knelt in front of him begging for mercy in front of everyone.

"What did you say? What did you do? How can I help you? Are you kidding me!"

Qin Yuan's tone was very firm, and he didn't want to care about it at all.

Mr. Zhao suddenly became more frightened. If Huang Mao really had troubles, then he would definitely spend his time in the high wall in the future.

Immediately began to burst into tears.

"I beg you, I really beg you, I won't trouble you anymore, no, there is also Song Yuhan, I will definitely not show up again, please save him!"

"How can I save him?"

Qin Yuan still didn't intend to move.

"I know you are a doctor. I beg you. You know how to do medicine. You must have a way."

Qin Yuan was very puzzled, it seems that this kid should understand himself behind his back.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so insolent, thinking that doctors are easy to bully, right?

"Forgive me for my incompetence. I really can't help you. You should call and ask someone from the hospital to come."

Qin Yuan just said it casually, but Mr. Zhao seemed to have grasped the straw, and he took out the phone tremblingly, and dialed it.

"Hey. Come quickly, someone is injured here, on Kangzhuang Avenue."

Mr. Zhao, who hung up the phone, found that Qin Yuan had already got into the car at this time, and jumped out with the accelerator.

There was a look of awe in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, this kid is quite particular, he is not embarrassing himself, nor does he do anything to himself.

It's just that this yellow hair seems to be dying.

Mr. Zhao is anxious, and the others are also helpless.

"Didu, Didu!"

Soon they arrived at a hospital car, and everyone hurriedly carried Huang Mao into the car.

Mr. Zhao knew that he had caused trouble this time. It seemed that if Huang Mao was fine with this matter, it would be easy to talk about it. If something went wrong, he would really be finished.

If his father knew about it, he would definitely be scolded.

Mr. Zhao, who was full of regret, sat in the car without saying a word, with a sad face.

(End of this chapter)