The woman who was shouting was the same one who had mocked Carson Flores before. Her boyfriend, the elderly man around sixty years of age, was now lying on the ground, his eyes tightly closed, unconscious.
"Somebody help, is there anyone here?"
The young woman was carrying several shopping bags from the LV store, looking frantic as she called out to those around her.
"I'll go have a look."
Although Carson had a very poor impression of the young woman, he couldn't bring himself to stand by and do nothing.
Carson hurried over, knelt down to check the elderly man's condition, and asked, "What happened to him?"
The young woman answered in a panic, "He tripped while walking, fell down, and then he became like this."
Carson lifted the elderly man's hand and pressed a few acupoints, then looked up and shouted, "Mary, go to the car and get the Silver Needles, they're in the glove compartment."
"Okay!"
