C243 Chinese Medicine

"Miss, you can't go. " A burly man stopped Fang Yitong and snapped.

Only now did Fang Yitong see their faces clearly. Each of them was tall and sturdy, and their eyes were cold. Their bodies emitted the unique aura of a mysterious expert. They did not speak much, and their eyes gave people a sense of pressure when they opened their mouths.

She stopped and was about to explain something when Joseph realized that Hossein had started to struggle. He wanted to use his hand to press his chest as he anxiously called out, "Miss, our teacher's condition has worsened. What's going on?"

Fang Yitong slowly turned around and looked at Hussein, who was being held by the bodyguard. This guy was handsome and refined. He gave off a feeling that he was spotless. His clothes were ironed and ironed. He felt that he should be someone of status. Thus, he returned to the car to retrieve a small bag and returned to his side. He asked the guards to remove the clothes around his neck.

Her snow-white and slender hand searched for a mysterious acupoint on her neck, a holy acupoint, and a shiny silver needle in her other hand.

Fang Yitong was like an authoritative doctor, and she was about to inject Hussein with the needle. Joseph, who was standing beside her, was so scared that he said cautiously:

"Miss, don't move. He, he. . . Shall we analyze it first? Have you had a lot of clinical experience before?

Also, what kind of technique is this? Is this a witch doctor? "

He stammered as the bodyguards beside him gently exerted force with their palms. Their eyes were all on Fang Yitong and the silver needle. It seemed that Joseph only needed one look. Even if Joseph snorted, they would throw Fang Yitong out the second before the silver needle pierced into her body.

As long as they could ensure Mr. President's safety, whether Fang Yitong fell to the ground or screamed incessantly had nothing to do with them.

"I've treated this kind of patient before. He's from China, Kong Meng School of Literature in Crown Prince City. His name is Fang Yitong. If there's anything you need me for. . . " Fang Yitong casually said as she stared intently at Hussein's neck, which was emitting a faint perfume.

The shadows of a few bodyguards had already enveloped her and her expression became more and more solemn. Joseph was even more nervous than them. He had countless questions in his heart. However, when he saw Fang Yitong's kind and beautiful face once again, especially the medium-sized costume on her body, he blurted out:

"Miss, please treat her. "

Fang Yitong first lightly inserted a circle of small needles into the holy point of Hossein Spring. Then, she held a long silver needle in her hand, inserted it slowly, and gently twisted it. . .

Joseph's attention was completely focused on the silver needle. His heart was so nervous that it almost reached his throat. Next to him, a young man who looked like a secretary said in surprise, "Secretary-General, look. . . "

On the face of the unconscious Hussein with a painful expression, his skin first twitched a few times, then he felt uncomfortable from being stabbed. His eyebrows tightly moved, his eyelids moved a little, and he opened them. . .

In just over twenty minutes, he was already a critically ill patient. Before he even entered the operating theater, Hussein was already awake.

He seemed to be really tired. His entire body was covered in sweat. Slowly opening his eyes, he was still somewhat confused. The secretary sensibly handed over a cup of water. He comfortably took two sips and vaguely asked: "My Secretary-General, what happened just now?

I think I fell asleep? What happened? "

After a series of questions, Joseph bent down and smiled apologetically: "Sir, you fell down just now, so your blood sugar is probably a bit low. . . It's this young lady. . . "

As he spoke, he looked gratefully at Fang Yitong. Fang Yitong was placing silver needles into an exquisite handmade bag when Hussein saw the shiny item. He touched his back and shook his head.

The pain and nausea were still a little, but the overall feeling was much more refreshing. He supported the bodyguard's hand and stood up. He looked at Fang Yitong and placed his hands on both sides of her legs. He bowed slightly and said:

"It seems that you have cured my illness. If you use this silver needle, you have seen the relevant information. It is very magical. Its effect is completely better than dozens of bottles of medicinal liquid or a few surgeries. Miss, our thanks. . . "

He had saved his life. Although it was not to save his life but to wake him up at a critical moment, he had to have a good chat and thank her. But this place was not good. It was late at night, and there might be two gunmen coming out.

Joseph took out a stack of bills sensibly. He picked a business card from his secretary and handed it to Fang Yitong with a smile on his face. "Miss, thank you a little. This is my contact number. You can look for me if you need anything in the Crown Prince City. "

"Oh. . . " Fang Yitong reached out her hand and gently pushed the bill away. She then took out the name card.

This name card was the most special name card she had ever seen. It only had the name Joseph. Then, it was a phone number. There was nothing else.

Fang Yitong looked at it. Her heart skipped a beat and she thought to herself, "It's late at night. More than ten big guys are escorting him. He must be a deputy minister official, or. . . "

Thinking of this, she mustered her courage, slightly raised her pretty face, and said in a clear voice: "If you really want to thank me, you should listen to me tell a story. . . "

Fang Yitong was a well-behaved and generous girl. She exuded the aura of a lady from a noble family. It was definitely not like this in the past. However, for Xiao Qiangbing and to let more people know the story of Silver Fox Town, she was a little bewitched. Whenever she saw someone, she wanted to tell them his heroic story.

"Wu, Miss, this must be an interesting story, please tell. . . " Hussein saw that her temperament was like an orchid, moving and touching. He also heard that she was a teacher at Kong Meng School of Culture. As he spoke, he put on an appearance as if he was listening attentively.

. . .

In the Silverfox police station, lights were lit everywhere. Xiao Qiangbing and the others had already eaten in the hall for a while.

The table of people was eating in a somewhat depressed manner. Although it was the end of the war, there were two things in front of them that were pressing down on their hearts like stones. One was at the dining table. There was Delson and Lance, who were not well received. The other was Adolf's feedback to the police station.

On the battlefield, Delson and Lance had different opinions. After all, that was a work-related matter. Now that the work was done, they still had to eat together. After all, they were the commanders of the infantry unit.

They were about to leave. What Xiao Qiang was most worried about was the tomorrow, the future of this place, and Adolf and the others. Therefore, he told Xiao Qianbing his thoughts without any hesitation:

"Mayor, Little Daoist, you should be able to represent the town center. My suggestion is to donate money from a few big families, Xiao Qiangbing said. One for the construction of public facilities, deep water wells, bread houses, road repairs. . . These villagers definitely need it, and there's also a pharmacy.

In addition, we must establish a security team that is managed by the police. . . "

During this period of time, Xiao Qiang Bing had been thinking about how to make Silver Fox Town safe, and how to get richer and richer.

He spoke for more than ten minutes before he heard an unfamiliar voice interrupting, "Xiao, Xiao. . . Are these thoughts ridiculous?"