Quickly wear me and start a career in this plane

Mr. Wei felt that the blood on his back was flowing down, and he was worried that he would bleed too much and be unable to save him.

"Ms. Li, if you have something to say, please tell me. I'm going to find someone to help me stop the bleeding first. I'm dizzy and I'm going to die." Mr. Wei was very afraid of death. Rich people like them were afraid that they wouldn't live long.

"Don't worry, you won't die. Let's go. Don't make me unhappy and stab you again. Then there's really no way to save you." If Qianxun didn't pull out the knife, there wouldn't be a lot of blood flowing out. No one will really die.

"You are the founder of that kind of dance. Give it to me for free." Qianxun dared to ask for anything. Just as Mr. Wei was about to refuse, his back hurt again.

He had to tremble to get the papers.

Mr. Wei tremblingly wrote down the contents of the transfer, stamped it with his fingerprints, and found a lawyer to complete all transfer procedures.

Qianxun was very satisfied.

"When you and your son get better from their injuries, welcome to the dance." Qianxun raised the documents in her hand and left the Wei family villa happily.

"Call an ambulance quickly." Mr. Wei crawled out of the study, with a long trail of blood dragging out from under him.

"Also, go to the police. This woman dared to commit murder on the spot. I want her to go to the cell and be humiliated." Mr. Wei's face was full of humiliating anger.

The ambulance came and doctors and nurses gathered around.

"Mr. Wei, are you sure you were stabbed by a woman with a knife?" The doctor squatted down to check the wound on his back.

"Didn't you see that my back is bleeding, and there is a pool of blood under my body. Are all of you blind?" Mr. Wei is really going to be pissed to death by this group of quack doctors. He has fatal injuries all over his body. , before he quickly stopped the bleeding and applied a bandage, they were still in the mood to ask questions around him.

"Mr. Wei, I just checked your back and there was no wound at all." The doctor was also confused.

He reached out and touched the red liquid, put it under his nose and smelled it, "These are not human blood either."

The doctor was also very speechless in his heart. These rich people were just for fun. They were obviously not injured, but they still put these things on themselves to confuse their eyes.

"What? I was stabbed to the core. You told me I wasn't hurt. Look at my face. Am I a fool?" Mr. Wei was completely angry. He put his hands on the ground and got up in one move. He was crisp and clean, not like a man on the verge of death.

How is this going.

Mr. Wei himself was stunned. The pain of the sharp knife digging into his flesh was still stimulating his nerve endings. As a result, he could stand up on his own.

"Mr. Wei, you can take a look in the mirror. There are really no wounds on your back. Let's go first." They are medical staff at the emergency center. Everyone is very busy at work and really don't have time to play with these rich people. tricks.

The ambulance came and went even faster.

As soon as the ambulance personnel left, Mr. Wei felt another pain in his back. He suddenly lost his balance and fell forward.

Hot blood flowed out of his back again.

Mr. Wei lay on the ground struggling in pain. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the 120 emergency center for help.

An ambulance was changed, a number of ambulances were changed to a hospital, but the doctor still found no wounds on his back upon inspection.

"Mr. Wei, are you under too much pressure at work and have some delusions?" The doctor put forward his guess tactfully.

The doctor didn't dare to ask the rich man in front of him if there was something wrong with his brain. Although there were no wounds on his body, he insisted that he had been stabbed with a knife and made a bloody hole.

Looking at the entire country, who dares to stab Mr. Wei with a knife? It is the greatest kindness for him not to use a knife to torture others.

"What do you mean? Are you accusing me of having a brain problem? Tell me which department you are from, and I will file a complaint now and tell you to get out." Mr. Wei was used to being aloof, and he made threats without shame.

The doctor was speechless. Are all rich people so unreasonable?

"I'm going to the hospital now. Please write me a list for a full-body examination." Mr. Wei was so afraid of death that he asked the doctors and nurses to carry him into the ambulance.

Weird things happen every year, especially today.

Mr. Wei is not sick, but insists on going to the hospital to occupy a large ward. Anyway, he has enough money and can afford a single room.

Mr. Wei also hired two caregivers to take care of him 24 hours a day.

"Do you know the guy in Ward No. 6? He's just a guy with a neurological problem. He keeps talking about a wound on his back every day." The nurse will also gossip a little in private.

"If you have money, you can stay in the hospital if you want. Fortunately, there is no shortage of beds now." The nurse laughed in her heart that Mr. Wei was a weirdo.

Wei Jie also stayed in this hospital for rest.

"We need you to compensate for our medical expenses, and we will go to a performance. Now that such a big thing has happened, we just want to ignore it and think it's nice." Many injured patients don't know where they got Wei Jie and his son. News of admission to this hospital started to come in.

The person who leaked the news must be Qianxun.

"Everyone, we are also victims. As the operator of the dance, we must reimburse your medical expenses. In addition, we can also give you free admission tickets to compensate you." Mr. Wei calmed down the scene.

"Put it down, you will go to that dance. Do we think your life is too long, so you will be beaten to the head and bloody?" Some people don't buy it, because they want to ruin the reputation of the Wei family's industry anyway.

There are still stage performances, but the ones who come up to get beaten up at the moment are some greasy and disgusting men.

Now, the nature of the dance has changed beyond recognition.

Originally, by objectifying and humiliating women, the wealthy men in the audience gained a huge sense of accomplishment and self-esteem.

Nowadays, those who are beaten and lectured on stage are those elite men who have good reputation and money.

"Hurry up and close down this stage." The elite men who couldn't bear the abuse finally roared.

They reported with their real names that this dance party was not doing things well behind the scenes, and that there were some places where filth was hidden.

If you report it yourself, it will be accurate if you report it.

This stage was completely sealed, and similar stages will never be allowed to appear again.

Wei Jie and his son refused to go out of the hospital because they found that as soon as they stepped out of the ward, the wounds on their bodies were extremely painful and the blood on their bodies kept flowing. They were completely frightened.

"Master, the prop I chose works well." System 001 begged for praise.

A small amount of medicine, both real and fake, was sprinkled, and the person involved was in a state of confusion every day. The pain on their bodies was real. As for the bleeding? It must be an illusion.

"Mr. Wei, we have been checking for a month. There is really no serious illness in your body. It will be the same when you go back to recuperate. Besides, the hospital is not a hotel or your home. Living here all the time takes up a lot of resources." The doctor said sincerely. He advised them to go through the discharge procedures.