"Why are you so sad?" Jiang Cheng came to Amossian Poetry's side and asked.
"I'm not sad. Are you going to be sad?"
He didn't expect Amossian Poetry to answer Jiang Cheng in this way. Jiang Cheng was puzzled. He scratched his head and asked Amossian Poetry, "Why are you so agitated? Isn't Dong Zhaocheng still alive? As long as we send him to the hospital, he will wake up soon.
When Jiang Cheng changed the way he said it, Amo Sangshi's expression suddenly changed, and her sobbing disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"I don't need you to tell me," Amossian Poetry said to Jiang Cheng.
"Oh!"
Jiang Cheng replied.
"Then I'll leave Dong Zhaocheng to you? Zhao Hai, Zhao Qian, and I still have some things to do, "Jiang Cheng said to Amossian Poetry.
"Get lost. Get lost as far as you can. Don't let me see the three of you," Amossian Poetry said with her eyes wide open. She seemed to have a grudge against the three of them. In fact, Zhao Qian and Zhao Hai didn't anger Amossian Poetry. The person that Amossian Poetry was really angry at was Jiang Cheng.
"Then we'll leave." Jiang Cheng said. Immediately after, he turned around and waved his hand at the two people behind him, indicating for them to quickly leave this place.
"He asked me to get lost. You guys should hurry up." Jiang Cheng stood next to Amossian Poetry. His lips moved slightly. He seemed to be speaking in Nannan, but his voice was so low that no one could hear him.
"Hurry up!" This time, Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke in Nannan, immediately attracting Amossian Poetry's attention. The latter glared at Jiang Cheng before he placed his attention on Dong Zhaocheng again.
Suddenly, Amossian Poetry raised her head and exclaimed, "He's out of breath."
"What?" Jiang Cheng turned his head and wanted to see what Amossian Poetry was talking about.
"Is Dong Zhaocheng really dead? Did he die? "Jiang Cheng thought in his heart. This was Jiang Cheng's prediction.
When Jiang Cheng looked over, Amossian Poetry's face was very pale. She was obviously very agitated.
"Dong Zhaocheng is dead." Amossian Poetry glared at Jiang Cheng with a pair of burning eyes. She wanted to tear the latter into pieces.
"This is your fault. You have to take full responsibility." Amossian Poetry reminded Jiang Cheng.
"Dead?" Jiang Cheng asked. Then, he leaned his body close to Dong Zhaocheng and observed Dong Zhaocheng's physical condition.
"He's not dead? Look, isn't this? His face is still rosy. "Jiang Cheng said to Amossian Poetry.
"Yes! How can a dead person's face remain youthful? "Zhao Hai added.
Suddenly, Jiang Cheng glared in Zhao Hai's direction. He seemed to want to say, "Dong Zhaocheng is already so old. How can he still be youthful?"
However, Jiang Cheng didn't say what he was thinking in the end. He changed his words and said, "Dong Zhaocheng is not dead. How can you say he is dead?"
Amossian Poetry paused. Her fingers clenched Dong Zhaocheng's wrist. Just as Amossian Poetry exclaimed, her palm tightly held Dong Zhaocheng's wrist.
Looking at Amossian Poetry's posture, it seemed that she was feeling the pulse of a patient. And this patient was Dong Zhaocheng.
"Dead! He is indeed dead, "Amossian Poetry said seriously.
If an outsider passed by and saw Amossian Poetry's serious expression, they would definitely believe what she said.
It should be that Amossian Poetry's credibility was too high when she was serious. It was easy for people to believe it.
The most interesting thing was that Amossian Poetry was the first to believe her words and think that Dong Zhaocheng was dead. Didn't she check the position of her pulse to see if there was anything wrong?
"Why are you so sure?" Jiang Cheng asked Amossian Poetry.
"His heart has stopped beating? He's not dead yet? "Amossian Poetry asked in reply.
"His heart has stopped beating? How is that possible? " Jiang Cheng directly pressed his palm on Dong Zhaocheng's chest and quietly felt the heartbeat inside Dong Zhaocheng.
After a minute, Jiang Cheng's face gradually turned from red to pale.
"Really? Really? He's really dead … "Jiang Cheng let out a sigh at the end. At this point, there were already two people who confirmed the news of Dong Zhaocheng's death.
"Brother Jiang Cheng, you …" Just as Zhao Qian opened his mouth to speak, Zhao Hai rushed forward, causing Zhao Qian to swallow his words.
"Are you an idiot? The heart is on the left chest, not the right chest. "After Zhao Hai came to Jiang Cheng's side, he reminded Jiang Cheng.
"It's the left chest! You see? " Jiang Cheng raised his left and right hands and then said to Zhao Hai, "This side is the left hand, and the other side is the right hand, so the position I just pressed is correct."
"You pig …" Zhao Hai sneered at Jiang Cheng.
He didn't expect that Jiang Cheng was actually confused about the direction, thinking that his left side was the left side of Dong Zhaocheng. In fact, the truth was exactly the opposite.
Zhao Hai suddenly stretched out his palm and held Jiang Cheng's left hand tightly. He said, "Your left side corresponds to the right chest of Dong Zhaocheng, not his left chest. Do you know? "
"Is that so?" Jiang Cheng was puzzled. It seemed that Jiang Cheng was still stuck on this point and couldn't get out for a long time.
"Oh my god!" Zhao Hai shook his head helplessly and looked at Zhao Qian. He said, "Zhao Qian, it's better for you to explain to Jiang Cheng!"
"Oh!" When Zhao Qian heard this, he gave a perfunctory reply and began to move his feet.
"I got it." At the moment when Zhao Qian stepped on the ground, Jiang Cheng suddenly said.
"You finally got it." Zhao Hai turned around with a gratified expression and put his eyes on Jiang Cheng again.
But when he looked at Jiang Cheng, he found that he had forgotten about the matter just now.
In other words, Jiang Cheng didn't even say a word of thanks. Just now, it was Zhao Hai who helped him distinguish the left and right directions! Now, he actually directly ignored Zhao Hai.
"Amossian Poetry, the position of your pulse is also wrong. How can you hold the patient's palm to feel the pulse?" Jiang Cheng said to Amossian Poetry.
"Not holding the palm to feel the pulse? Then where should I hold? "Amossian Poetry asked Jiang Cheng.
"Of course, the blood vessels under the wrist!" Jiang Cheng snatched Amossian Poetry's hand and demonstrated to her the correct posture of feeling the pulse.
He held the patient's arm with his palm and surrounded it. He pressed his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger on several blood vessels on the patient's arm.
Jiang Cheng's textbook posture of feeling the pulse aroused Amossian Poetry's great interest.
"It's like this!" Amossian Poetry said anxiously, "No wonder I didn't feel a heartbeat just now. The position of the pulse is actually wrong."
"Thank you!" Amossian Poetry didn't wait for Jiang Cheng to answer and continued.
"You're welcome," Jiang Cheng replied.
"Can you teach me?" Amossian Poetry asked. Her eyes were full of desire. It was the kind of desire of a girl. Ordinary men couldn't refuse every request of hers.
Even if Amossian Poetry was a thirty-year-old woman, Jiang Cheng couldn't refuse her. The charm of this kind of woman was permanent.
"Okay, I'll teach you!" Jiang Cheng said to Amossian Poetry.
"Really?" Amossian Poetry said excitedly, "I'm so happy."
"You don't have to be happy so early. If you want to learn, you have to pay the entrance fee of one million dollars." Jiang Cheng actually made such a rude request at this moment. Amossian Poetry was a little confused.
"What? I can't? Then forget it. " Jiang Cheng continued. His words seemed to have angered Amossian Poetry. The latter raised her arm high and slapped Jiang Cheng indiscriminately.
After Amossian Poetry's palm left, the handprint suddenly appeared in front of everyone, causing Zhao Hai, Zhao Qian, and others to laugh at it.
"Brother Jiang Cheng, your face is unique. It's simply a work of art." Zhao Qian laughed loudly.
"Jiang Cheng, I must take a picture of your face and post it on my Wechat Moments. The number of likes will definitely fall." Zhao Hai continued to mock him.
The two people laughed one after another, completely ignoring Jiang Cheng's mood at this moment.
"You … actually …" The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched as he spat out the words one by one.
"You guys have angered me." Jiang Cheng's huge eyes suddenly lit up. He then roared, "Give me your life."
Jiang Cheng directly rushed over with a force stored in his palm. When he got close to Zhao Hai and Zhao Qian, he would suddenly exert his strength.
Zhao Hai didn't react for a moment, and his whole person was stunned on the spot.
Zhao Qian also had the same reaction.
However, it was reasonable to say that Zhao Hai had experienced more than a hundred disturbances, big and small. This kind of scene should not be strange to him. How could he be scared and unable to move? This was surprising.
"Zhao Hai, Zhao Qian, you guys actually dare to laugh at me." When Jiang Cheng was sprinting, the words in his mouth flowed out.
"Brother Jiang Cheng, I didn't mean it!" Zhao Qian murmured, and then he moved back, planning to escape.
But how could he escape now? How could he escape in front of Jiang Cheng? With Zhao Qian's tortoise speed, he might not be able to escape Jiang Cheng's attack even if he escaped 30 minutes earlier.
"It's useless! No matter what you say. " Jiang Cheng's hanging arm suddenly pulled back, and a flame-colored light appeared in front of everyone along the path of his arm movement.
"Meteor Fist!"
Jiang Cheng seemed to have used all his strength in this attack.
Meteor Fist, with a flame-colored light, could give others a heavy blow. The key was not this blow, but the subsequent damage.
The flame-colored light could burn the opponent, causing them to be burned, causing more serious damage.
Jiang Cheng rarely used this move, but once he did, it meant that he wanted to kill the opponent.
However, the person standing in front of Jiang Cheng was his good brother. Did he want to …
Did he just kill his good brother? That was too unbelievable.
"Jiang Cheng, you … you …" Zhao Hai was so excited that he couldn't say a word. Of course, his excitement came from his fear of Jiang Cheng, and the fear of Meteor Fist.
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