The master goes down the mountain: the beautiful president falls in love with me

Gao Gao sneezed several times in a row.

"Who is talking about me behind my back?"

Gao Gao rubbed his nose and sneezed several times in a row.

"It can't be the old man, can it?"

"Probably not, he hasn't left the customs at this time period!"

"Who is that?"

A sneeze!

Gao Gao glanced up at the sun and sneezed loudly, full of breath.

Passers-by were stunned.

"Who is this man?"

"Is your head sick?"

"Think the main street is his home?"

"There is no quality at all."

Passers-by pointed towards the plateau.

Gao Yuan shrugged indifferently.

At this time.

Not far away, an old man on a bicycle fell down.

None of the passers-by dared to step forward.

"I'll go! Who dares to help the old man these days? Is there a mine at home?"

"Isn't it, unless you don't want to live!"

"Old girl looks pretty, she's just pretending, I guess she's a bitch!"

"Don't worry, that old thing must be a potter. I've seen too many bad old people like this!"

Onlookers watched a few men in suits and leather shoes wearing myopia glasses who looked like high-level intellectuals and spoke firmly.

It's just that they scolded Gao Yuan for his lack of quality.

Gao Yuan glanced at them, these sanctimonious men, and then looked down at the old man who was lying on the ground with no one to support him.

The old man looked very painful, with one foot stuck in the tire rim, it definitely wasn't a fake.

Moreover, the old man's consciousness was obviously blurred, and he couldn't even utter a cry for help. His lips were purple, and his hands were not covering his injured leg, but his chest.

This shows that the old man has a heart disease!

Very dangerous!

"Step aside!"

Gao Yuan pushed everyone away.

Those sanctimonious men in suits dusted off their bodies in disgust.

"Hello? Woodbeet, are your paws clean? Do you know how much the suit on my body costs?"

"What quality? At first glance, it looks like a migrant worker working on a construction site!"

"Haven't studied for a few years, the quality is low!"

"Even elementary school may not be able to graduate!"

"Isn't it? Otherwise, how could I help that old thing that touches porcelain?"

"that is!"

Several sanctimonious men in suits belittled and ridiculed Gao Yuan.

Although the onlookers did not associate with some of their white-collar elites, they all thought that Gao Yuan was too hasty, and if he was really blackmailed, the consequences would be disastrous.

I don't know when.

Everyone became cold-blooded and heartless.

Gao Yuan quickly squatted down and tried the old man's pulse, which was already very weak.

He quickly rummaged through the old man's pocket.

Heart disease patients like the old man usually carry Suxiao Jiuxin Pills in their pockets.

"Look quickly! What is that soil turtle migrant worker doing?"

"What else can I do? Of course it's stealing!"

"Let me just say, how could he, an illiterate migrant worker, take the initiative to save a fallen Lao Deng? So he was coveting his property!"

"shameless!"

The few white-collar elites in suits and leather shoes spoke out and criticized the plateau.

The onlookers were also brought into rhythm, all kinds of accusations plateaued.

Harsh words flew into Gao Yuan's ears one after another.

If you have never heard of the plateau.

He rummaged hard.

Finally found a small medicine bottle in the old man's trouser pocket, opened it, sniffed it, and after confirming that it was Suxiao Jiuxin Pill, he quickly fed it to the old man.

After the old man took the medicine, his face softened a little, and his painful expression slowly relaxed.

It seems that Gao Yuan was right.

The reason why the old man is in such pain is not because of his feet, but because of his heart disease.

Everyone saw this scene.

All were speechless.

Those harsh words just now stopped abruptly.

All of them looked a little embarrassed.

It seems that they misunderstood the plateau.

Plateau is not looking for things, but looking for life-saving medicine.

If the plateau hadn't found the medicine in time, then the old man would surely die.

compare to.

They only know to watch the fun and make sarcastic remarks. If the old man is really dead, then they are all murderers!

The few white-collar elites in suits and leather shoes obviously didn't realize this, and they still held their heads high, looking defiant.

"Do you think it will be fine if you cure that old man?"

"Just wait to be blackmailed!"