The scene was eerily quiet for a few seconds, and then a storm of accusations followed!
"They say thirty is like a wolf and forty is like a tiger. Is it so exciting?"
"When you're fifty, you'll just sit on the ground and suck the dirt, and you'll be cuckolding two people at once..."
"Who said the forgiveness hat wasn't enough to sell at first, but now it seems it really isn't enough."
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Zhao Fan was a little speechless. Without doing anything, the initiator of insulting himself and Xiao Diao was punished in this world. This was not a coincidence or intentional, but the merits of his body. God will not let down every merit. However, flies don't bite seamless eggs. If the noble lady herself was clean, she would not be in this situation.
The middle-aged man in a suit who had a heart attack on the ground heard his wife's unfaithful call, which was the legendary 3..., and his illness reached its peak. "You, it's just..." he pointed at the noble lady and stuttered halfway through, He just rolled his eyelids and lay on the ground unconscious, like a corpse.
"Sister Cuiyun, why don't you say anything? Gangzi and I have saved up for half a month to entertain you, so don't give up!"
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The noble lady was at a loss. She finally experienced the feeling of being surrounded by verbal and verbal attacks. Her mind went blank. She even forgot to find medicine and turn off the cell phone that was transmitting obscene words on the ground. She froze there.
The other members of the temporary discussion group also stopped playing, and became embarrassed and cowered. They used to have a sense of presence, but now they are invisible, for fear of being roasted by everyone.
At this time, Zhao Fan raised his hand and shouted: "Everyone, be quiet, the top priority is to save people."
After all, the middle-aged man in the suit was innocent, and he got sick just to stop his wife from humiliating him and Xiao Diao. For this reason, he couldn't just watch him die in front of him.
"This guy is right."
"You are so kind. I have been scolded by my wife for a long time, but you are so clear about justice that you don't even say a word to add insult to injury."
"By the way, on the high-speed rail, there is no medicine, how can I help?"
The enthusiastic passenger roughly pulled the lady out and rummaged through the pile of things for a life-saving pill. After more than ten seconds, he helplessly spread his hands and said, "There is no pill."
"Where's the medicine?" Another passenger grabbed the lady's collar and yelled: "Bitch, you look like a dog, you're not only cuckolding your husband twice, but you still want to kill him?"
"I...I don't know...Maybe I forgot to bring it, wuwu..." The lady came back to her senses and burst into tears.
Someone is going to die in the car!
The passengers in this carriage were all paying attention to the situation of the middle-aged man in a suit, and were extremely sympathetic. The police and flight attendants rushed there one after another, and there was nothing they could do.
"Get out of the way, let me try."
Zhao Fan slowly came to the middle-aged man in a suit and squatted down. Many passengers and train staff looked at him with suspicion. There was no medicine for a heart attack. If he was not sent to the hospital in time, how could he be saved?
But no one came to stop it, because at this point, we could only treat the dead horse as a live doctor. What if that young man could really create a miracle?
In the sight of everyone, Zhao Fan put his hand on the middle-aged man's wrist in a suit, touched it for a few seconds, then unbuttoned his clothes and the shirt inside, put his palm against his heart, and pressed it for about a minute.
Although the middle-aged man in the suit did not wake up, his pale lips actually regained their color!
Zhao Fan reached into his arms and took out a cloth bag. After unfolding it, nine dark gold needles with flowing luster appeared. In a blink of an eye, they were all held between his fingers. In another blink of an eye, they were all inserted into the suit in one smooth motion. Middle-aged head.
Nine needles at the gate of ghosts, nine needles at the top, determine the world!
"cough!"
At this moment, a miracle happened. The middle-aged man in the suit coughed heavily and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were a little blurry at first, but they regained clarity after a few seconds, but they still looked dazed. He noticed that he was squatting next to him. Zhao Fan said, "Little brother... did you save me?"
Zhao Fan nodded calmly, "Lie down for ten minutes and I will pull out the needle for you before you get up. During this period, do not move around and stabilize your mood, otherwise, the King of Hell will accept you."
"Okay...thank you." The middle-aged man in a suit walked around the gate of hell, as if he had figured out a lot of things. He glanced at his wife calmly and did not have an attack.
The next second, there was endless applause in the carriage.
"This little brother is really a miracle doctor!"
"You have such a good temper, you are good-looking, and you have amazing medical skills!"
"Who dares to say that he is a loser? Who dares to say that he has taken over as a hero? With the ability to save a life with a few injections, wealth and beauty can be found at your fingertips!"
Many passengers clapped their hands without sparing any effort, and the crackling sound was like whips hitting the lady and several passengers who had participated in the discussion one after another. It was so painful that they were almost swollen...
Soon, ten minutes are up.
Zhao Fan took away the Nine Needles of Ghost Gate with a wave of his hand, and returned to his seat as if he had done nothing. He closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.
As everyone knows, the more this happens, the more everyone feels the deadly aura that is extremely indifferent but all-pervasive, as if the show-off mode has been turned on. However, everyone, regardless of gender, young or old, praised him even more. There was an outstandingly handsome flight attendant who kept making glances at him...
"Brother Fan, you are so awesome." Xiao Diao picked up his arm and shook him.
The single girls who fell in love with him were thinking about how to get in touch with him, but when they saw this scene, they all backed down. In terms of appearance, they were not as good as the purple-haired girl. In terms of temperament, they were not as good as him. In terms of cuteness, even more so. There's no comparison.
"..."
Zhao Fan opened his eyes again and said lazily: "If you shake it again, there will be no dinner."
"That won't sway anymore." Xiao Diao continued to play with Snake on his cell phone.
Zhao Fan couldn't sleep either, so he looked at the scenery outside the window.
At this time, the middle-aged man in the suit was in extreme shock. He clearly felt that the heart that had been tormenting him since he was born seemed to have become full of vitality and no longer felt sick and weak.
After nine injections, it was cured? !
The middle-aged man in a suit stared at the back of Zhao Fan's head with gratitude and awe. He suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned around, grabbed his wife's hair and pushed her to the aisle in front. He said coldly: "Kneel down and apologize to this miracle doctor and the girl."
"I...I kneel." The lady knelt on the ground, crying and apologizing. Her attitude was as if her ancestral grave had been dug up.
"It doesn't have to be like this, I never took it to heart." Zhao Fanyun said slowly and calmly: "Because you don't deserve to make me angry."
The lady's breath was stagnant, as if she was not facing the ordinary-looking diaosi, but the aloof emperor. Her body trembled violently, and her face turned red as she said, "Thank you, thank you, I...I don't deserve it."
Then, she stood up staggeringly, lowering her head and not daring to look at the middle-aged man in the suit, "That phone call... I will never do that again, Ajie, please don't be angry, you are usually too busy, and I also have needs... "
The noble lady hated her so much. If those two friends didn't call her "Sister Cuiyun", there would still be room for excuse. However, in the face of these three-word prefixes, any explanation is feeble.
Until now, she has excused herself by blaming her husband for being too busy.
"Shameless, my body and mind are rotten to the core!"
"Brother, I advise you that you can't forgive a woman like you. If you do it once, there will be two. Besides, you can't count how many times."
Angry passengers responded like a tidal wave of accusations.
The middle-aged man in a suit sighed. Although he was a bit intimidated, he had been wandering around in shopping malls for many years. Even if he wanted to kill his wife, it was only a momentary thought. Then he calmly said to the lady: "Zhang Cuiyun, Cleanse yourself and leave the house, and go through the formalities when you return to Huzhou. If you are unwilling, we will go through legal procedures."
"No... no!" The lady was really panicked. She knelt down and hugged the middle-aged man's knees.
Despite what he said, the middle-aged man in a suit remained indifferent. Instead, he took a gold-rimmed business card and sent it to Zhao Fan respectfully: "Little miracle doctor, my name is Li Renping. I am in the building materials business in Huzhou. I know how important money is to you. If you need anything in the future, just give me a call and I will do my best to help you."
"Li Renping? This name sounds so familiar..."
"The building materials tycoon from Huzhou? The one who has been ranked in the top three of the ten outstanding entrepreneurs for five consecutive years?"
"It's him, absolutely right."
Someone among the passengers used his mobile phone to search for a picture of Li Renping. He was extremely sure that the person in front of him was the Huzhou building materials tycoon. It was said that he had a very deep connection with black and white, and his connections and energy were terrifying. They all looked at the medical man with envy. Extraordinary young man.
What was unexpected was that Zhao Fan shook his head as if rejecting a glass of water, "Take it back, I don't need it."
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