Things got worse and worse. Although the physical conflict was stopped, the words became more intense.
The second master was beaten until his mouth was bleeding, and the three of us almost drowned because of the spit from the Changchun Club.
Uncle Ya used his fan to push away the crowd, walked out slowly, and slapped me hard on the forehead.
"move back!"
Uncle Ya shouted at me with a cold face.
I took a few steps back, and Uncle Ya stepped between us and the second master.
"If something goes wrong, one of our own will turn against you first? All of them are really promising!"
Uncle Ya pointed his finger at Wang Ju: "Get a doctor to take a look. When President Wang wakes up, all the truth will be revealed!"
After saying that, he turned to look at the crowd: "Old Sun, come out and take a look!"
A few minutes later, a stooped old man squeezed out of the crowd.
The old man took out a pulse pillow from the medicine bag and placed it under Wang Ju's wrist.
The moment Wang Ju's palm was opened, something was crookedly written on it.
Everyone's eyes were focused on his hands, and the scene was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
The second master covered his face with one hand, walked forward quickly, squinted his eyes, and then looked up at me, his face was covered with frost!
"This is your name written on it!"
I quickly stepped forward and took a closer look, and it was true!
Although it's a little blurry, I can still distinguish it.
I immediately cried out in agony.
Wang Ju, Wang Ju! Are you determined to harm me?
"Old Sun." Uncle Ya called out calmly, "You continue."
Only then did everyone disperse, leaving a clear space for the doctor.
Although Lao Sun closed his eyes, I clearly felt that something was wrong with this old man's expression.
"Wow"
Lao Sun shook out the gray needle bag from his bag, and the tower-shaped silver needle shone coldly.
"puff!"
A silver needle was inserted along Wang Ju's Baihui point.
The half-foot-long silver needle completely penetrated, and Wang Juding didn't react at all.
Lao Sun's technique was very agile. Within a few breaths, all of Wang Ju's acupuncture points were filled with silver needles.
"Why."
As the last needle fell, a lengthy sigh came out of Lao Sun's mouth.
Old Sun shook his head and pulled out the silver needle, muttering: "Stupefied."
His movement was not big, but it was like a thunderous explosion that made everyone gasp.
The so-called "stupor" is what Chinese medicine calls it.
In Western medicine, this is called vegetative state!
In other words, apart from having a breath, Wang Ju is no different from a dead person!
Uncle Ya hurriedly took a few steps forward and pressed Lao Sun's hand with one hand: "Could it be a misdiagnosis?"
He glanced at Uncle Ya and rattled the tiger brace on his waist.
"After all, I am a direct descendant of Lord Yao, so I can't see this clearly."
"He was hit by a heavy object, and the internal congestion caused serious injuries. He was unable to recover."
Lao Sun's words were like cold water in a hot oil pan, exploding with a bang.
The crowd that had been silent just now became extremely chaotic, and I could clearly hear everyone whispering to each other.
The second master pushed everyone away, patted the dust on his body, and shouted angrily: "You have such a vicious heart!"
"Turn President Wang into a vegetative state and hide all the truth!"
I did knock Wang Ju unconscious, but I couldn't beat him into a vegetative state at all!
I thought about it carefully and shouted repeatedly: "Wang Ju must have been accidentally injured. When Dakui came to rescue us, the house collapsed!"
"It must have been injured at that time!"
The second master sneered a few times and took out his mobile phone: "Okay, I will convince you to die."
The call was dialed, the second master turned on the loudspeaker, and Dakui's voice came from inside.
When the second master asked what happened today, Dakui responded simply.
"When I arrived at the factory, I did see Chen Qi holding a knife and his hands were covered in blood."
"Sun Qilin was lying at his feet, and Wang Ju didn't move at all."
…
I just felt my ears buzzing, and I couldn't hear the words that followed clearly.
Dakui didn't lie.
But I snatched the knife from Wang Ju's hand, and I didn't kill Sun Qilin!
The truth was not what he saw!
I couldn't explain clearly at first, Wang Ju was still unconscious, but Dakui's words gave me a fatal blow.
I'm even more unjust than Dou E!
At this time, the second master waved to the young men behind him and gave a sharp shout.
"You go to the scene now, no matter life or death, bring this person back to me!"
The corners of Er Ye's pale mouth were trembling slightly, and the walking stick in his hand hit the ground hard.
"No one can leave this house until we speak clearly!"
