who did it?
This sentence really asked the sad part of the protagonist Xiao Chen!
I thought that after rebirth, with the advantage of the prophet, I would reverse my tragic situation!
Who would have thought that he would die before his apprenticeship, his ambitions and his bright future would be crushed by a fat woman who weighs more than 200 pounds!
Can anyone tell me why?
Of course, that fat woman was unintentional.
As a protagonist with a broad mind, he will not put the responsibility on passersby.
So, he put all the blame on...
"Lin Beifan! It's all because of him!!!" Xiao Chen gritted his teeth.
Zhao Siming was stunned: "Lin Beifan? The one who called me? What's the matter with him? I heard from the doctor that the other party brought you here and prepaid for your medical expenses! In society, there are not many good people like this. It's gone!"
Xiao Chen glared at Zhao Siming angrily.
Brother, you were sold, and you even helped them count the money!
In a previous life, you were treated to the point of being unemployed, and finally had to leave the Song Family Hospital, and lived a miserable life.
But, brother, I don't blame you!
Because I was born again, you are not born again, you do not know his insidiousness and cunning!
This guy's city is too deep!
Obviously possessing a lot of ability, very powerful forces, but they have to pretend to be ignorant prodigal sons, when everyone takes it lightly, and then suppress them with lightning speed!
What's more terrifying is that the other party's means are very superb.
He doesn't play conspiracy, only conspiracy!
Always stand on the moral high ground to deal with you, and treat him to the death!
At that time, in addition to him, there were several brothers in distress, all of them were crushed by the other party!
Not only is the business over!
The woman also ran away with each other!
Looking back now, my heart still hurts!
"Senior brother, don't be deceived by the appearance of the other party! Go and inquire, the other party is the eldest young master of the Lin family, a rich second-generation ignorant and inexperienced who only spends time and money! How can such a person be a good person?"
Zhao Siming questioned: "Really...Is it like this?"
"Of course it's true, junior brother, what did I lie to you for? He's a wicked person, the kind that oozes pus!" The protagonist Xiao Chen said bitterly, "But now, it's too early to say these things. You will naturally understand! As long as you believe, I will never lie to you, Junior Brother!"
Zhao Siming nodded.
"Don't talk about those unhappy things! Senior brother, this time I asked you to come, in addition to recognizing the door, I hope you can personally take action and heal my wounds!"
The protagonist Xiao Chen smiled bitterly: "You saw it too, I have three broken ribs now. It will take at least two months to recover. I can't wait that long! I'll get well soon!"
"Haha! Junior Brother, you have found the right person this time! As long as Senior Brother I take action, I promise that within a week, you will be cured and full of life!" Zhao Siming laughed.
Xiao Chen was overjoyed: "Senior brother, could it be that your Guigu Shenzhen needle has reached the seventh needle?"
Zhao Siming nodded with a smile, and said with a beaming expression: "We have nine needles for Guigu Shenzhen! One for pain relief, two for cold, three for fever, four for hemostasis, five for raw meat, six for viscera, seven for bone, eight for The needle revives the soul, and the nine-needle Hades kills his life!"
"Although my brother's talent is not as good as yours, I have made great progress after practicing day and night. Not long ago I got to the seventh stitch—joining the bone! If the bone is broken, it can speed up the recovery! Under my silver needle, I will recover in less than a week!"
Xiao Chen was ecstatic: "Haha! Senior brother, you are really amazing, help me cure it!"
I thought to myself, Lin Beifan, wait for me!
After I recover, I'll settle the account with you!
"Junior brother wait a moment, I will heal you now!"
Saying that, Zhao Siming took out a silver needle from the backpack he was carrying.
Then, after roasting it with fire, he said solemnly: "Junior Brother, it may be a little painful, you can bear it!"
Xiao Chen nodded, his eyes full of firmness: "Brother, come on, I have survived the pain last night! This little pain is nothing!"
"Okay, then I'm here, you have to pay attention!"
Saying that, he picked up the disinfected silver needle and stabbed it into Xiao Chen's chest.
As a result, I even pierced it twice, but I couldn't get it in.
"Junior Brother, could it be that you cultivate inner strength?"
Xiao Chen shook his head: "How can I have this time? If I cultivated inner strength, I wouldn't end up like this! I don't know what's wrong, my skin has become very hard! Brother, give me some strength!"
"OK!"
Zhao Siming squeezed hard.
The skin is not broken, but the silver needle is crooked.
"It's okay, I'll change one!"
Push harder.
The skin was still intact, and the silver needle was crooked again.
"I'll change to a thicker one, and I'll tie it!"
And just like that, he tried one after another.
The silver needles were all broken, and the skin was not scratched at all.
"Hey! I don't believe this evil!"
Zhao Siming grabbed the last silver needle, squatted on the bed, and used all his strength to stab it.
As a result, his foot slipped and fell, and the silver needle disappeared.
Xiao Chen asked with concern: "Senior brother, how is it?"
Zhao Siming's face turned pale: "I got in!"
"But...why don't I feel it?"
"It got into my flesh... oh, it hurts to death! It hurts, hurts..."
Xiao Chen, the protagonist: "..."