Ren Tong was immediately panicked when he saw this scene.

At the same time, the security guards around them also came to them at this time.

The middle-aged man who fell to the ground was named Fan Penghui. He had congenital heart disease. He is now a heart disease and forgot to bring medicine on his body.

Just when the security guards near Ren Tong were at a loss, they suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Get out of the way, I can save him!"

Xue Huai came to Ren Tong and said loudly.

He could see at a glance that Fan Penghui had a heart attack. If he had not taken medicine and treatment in time, his life would definitely be explained here today. It was also considered that he was lucky. He could meet him today, otherwise he would be dead today.

Just as Xue Huai was about to take action to treat Fan Penghui, the security guard on the side said to Xue Huai: "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

Xue Huai replied: "I am a doctor."

If Xue Huai was ten years older and had a white coat on her, the security guard would not have asked this question.

However, Xue Huai looks too young, and Fan Penghui is not an ordinary person. This is the music director of Xinyin Entertainment Media and the most famous lyricist of Hua and Xia. If he had an accident, it would be a huge loss for Xinyin Entertainment Media, and they would not be able to afford it.

"Are you a doctor?" The security guard said in disbelief: "How do you prove that you are a doctor?"

Turning his head to look at the security guard, Xue Huai sneered and said, "The patient has a heart attack now. If I read correctly, he should have congenital heart disease. Judging from the current situation, the patient should have forgotten to bring the medicine. Either you give the patient first aid medicine or you will be sent to the hospital immediately. However, according to the current situation, if others have not arrived at the hospital, they will probably go to the West. He is dead. Can you bear the responsibility?"

After hearing Xue Huai's words, cold sweat broke out on his forehead at this time.

Fan Penghui is dead, how could he bear this responsibility?

At this moment, Ren Tong, who was standing beside him, quickly said, "Doctor, please save Teacher Fan quickly, I will take the responsibility."

After hearing Ren Tong's words, Xue Huai couldn't help but look at her.

When I looked from afar, I felt that Ren Tong was like a fairy descending to earth, so beautiful that she was incomparable.

At this time, the distance between the two was only one meter. Looking at Ren Tong at such a close distance made Xue Huai's heartbeat accelerate at this time.

In Xue Huai's opinion, the vixen who was scolded by women is nothing more than that.

"It's important to save people! What am I thinking!"

Turning his head and looking at Fan Penghui who was lying on the ground, Xue Huai took out the needle capsule on his body and began to acupuncture on Fan Penghui.

Ren Tong, who was standing beside him, was stunned when she saw this scene. She didn't expect that Xue Huai could actually know acupuncture. She was so skillful that she could tell at a glance that she was not an ordinary person, but definitely a master of acupuncture.

The security guards on both sides were stunned when they saw this scene.

They have seen many Western medicine practitioners, and they have only heard of traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture. This is the first time they have seen it with their own eyes.

It is said that traditional Chinese medicine is magical, especially the acupuncture technique.

However, most Chinese people have never seen acupuncture before, so they are skeptical about acupuncture curing diseases and saving lives.

Even though the security guard saw Xue Huai acupuncture on Fan Penghui, they still didn't think Xue Huai could really rely on these few silver needles as thin as hair to pull Fan Penghui back from the hands of the god of death.

However, what they didn't expect was that in just three minutes, Fan Penghui, who had originally looked extremely ugly, became relaxed at this time, and his breathing became extremely even at this time. It was obvious that Xue Huai had already snatched his life back from the God of Death.

After recovering, Fan Penghui, who was lying on the ground, quickly said to Xue Huai: "Little brother, thank you for saving me."

Xue Huai smiled and replied, "It's just a little effort. When you go out, you must remember to bring the medicine with you. Not every time you will have such good luck to meet me."

After hearing Xue Huai's words, Fan Penghui smiled awkwardly and replied: "Actually, I brought the medicine, but I don't know why the medicine disappeared."

After sighing, Fan Penghui laughed at himself: "I have been sick for decades, and it is a miracle to be able to survive until now."

After hesitating for a while, Xue Huai said, "Actually, this disease on your body can be cured."

Fan Penghui was stunned when he heard Xue Huai's words, and then he asked in great surprise: "Little brother, what were you saying? Are you saying that you can cure this disease in me?"

If someone else said this, he would definitely sneer, but Xue Huai just took his life back from the God of Death.

Although he had no strength to speak in the painful face just now and almost passed, he still heard Xue Huai say that he had congenital heart disease.

A person he had never seen before, had a congenital heart disease in his body and said that he could cure his congenital heart disease. How could he not be excited?

You know, he dreamed of curing this disease, but with his current medical skills, he could not cure the disease on him at all. He could only live with medicine on his body every day. One thing was not good, just like today. If he didn't carry medicine on his body, he would be yelling all his life.

Not only him, Ren Tong, who was standing beside him, was also very surprised when he heard Xue Huai's words.

Xue Huai nodded and replied, "Yes, give me some time to cure this congenital heart disease on you, it's not a problem."

He is now a cultivator at the peak of the middle stage of foundation building. With his super high medical skills, it is not a problem to treat this disease.

After Fan Penghui heard Xue Huai's words again, he said excitedly: "Little brother, as long as you can cure my illness, money is not a problem."

He knew there was no free lunch in this world.

Xue Huai has saved him once without asking for anything in return. He is embarrassed to ask Xue Huaibai to treat him again.

As a top lyricist and composer of Xinyin Entertainment Media and a popular singer of Xinyin Entertainment Media, including Ren Tong, these people became famous after singing Fan Penghui's songs. How many people want Fan Penghui to compose and write lyrics for him?

So he is very rich, but the world is fair. No matter how rich you are, you cannot buy the life that is about to die.

If you can use money to work hard for yourself, no one in this world will refuse.
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