After turning the old man over, Meng Zitao carefully examined it again and found that the old man's two arms and left calf were fractured, in addition, the flank bone was estimated to also have fractures, and there may be bleeding in the internal organs, anyway, the situation is not optimistic. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This situation made Meng Zitao feel very tricky, but even if it was tricky, he could only bite the bullet, because after the old man was turned over, the situation began to get worse.

Meng Zitao didn't turn the old man, even if the old man died immediately, and it had nothing to do with him, but now that he moved, it was different, who knows if it was caused by Meng Zitao's "rash" behavior? At that time, the yellow mud fell into the crotch of his pants, and it was not but.

There was no way, Meng Zitao could only rack his brains and try his best to keep the old man's life, but whether it would work or not, he could only do his best to obey the fate of heaven.

Fortunately, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and after some dazzling acupuncture, the old man's condition was finally stabilized, and as for whether he could be saved or not, Meng Zitao was not sure.

Because the old man's head must have been injured, to what extent, he couldn't tell, it was possible that the situation was fine, it was possible that the brain was seriously damaged and became a vegetative state.

If he becomes a vegetative person, then is there still any point in the treatment just now? But if he doesn't save it, Mencius Tao's conscience can't get over it, and he can't stand the powerlessness of not being able to save people, so he feels that a person like him can't be a doctor, and he can't face too many deaths.

The treatment of the old man consumed a lot of Meng Zitao's energy, and the key was that in the process, he also had to mobilize the internal qi in his body to participate in the treatment, and the degree of hardship was that even his current body was a little unbearable.

At this time, a slender jade hand holding a wet towel appeared in front of Meng Zitao, gently supporting the sweat on his face.

Meng Zitao looked back and saw that when He Wanyi helped him wipe his sweat, he still tried to rub his body sideways and closed his eyes slightly, precisely because he was afraid of the corpse on the ground.

The corpse's head is indeed a little miserable, ordinary people will definitely vomit when they see it, and He Wanyi also endured it so that she didn't let herself vomit.

Meng Zitao saw He Wanyi's somewhat pale cheeks, and his heart was both moved and distressed: "Wanyi, I'm fine here, you go over there and wait." Well-behaved, obedient. ”

He Wanyi said yes, and walked quickly to the place where the body could not be seen clearly, and when she got there, she almost couldn't hold back her vomiting.

"I found this on the side. After He Wanyi left, the army took a piece of fragment and handed it to Meng Zitao.

"Bloodstone?"

Meng Zitao was a little surprised, and then took it in his hand and looked at it.

This piece of bloodstone, the appearance looks very bid, the amount of chicken blood is very sufficient, and the volume itself should not be small, in terms of this quality, it is worth at least one million, if it is larger, two or three million is also available.

However, from the inside, this is clearly an embroidered pillow, which is useless, but a forged condition.

Speaking of which, due to the high quality and high price of bloodstone, there are many counterfeiters in the market. There are generally the following methods of counterfeiting bloodstone: inlay method, impregnation method, slice and skin method, and supplementation method.

This piece of bloodstone is the method used to add mercury sulfide to the real bloodstone, and cover the surface of the added part with a very thin layer of resin, which is polished. This kind of method adds blood to blood, which is undoubtedly the icing on the cake and greatly increases its value. At the same time, there is a falsehood, a falsehood, a true and a true.

Therefore, for particularly good bloodstone, we must pay attention to and associate with the forger's methods when observing, so as to avoid the consequences of "carelessness in Jingzhou".

Think about a piece of bloodstone worth hundreds or even millions of dollars, and it turns out to be a fake thing, how broken your heart is, if you still have to go into debt because of this, it is normal to jump off the building and commit suicide.

Of course, as I said just now, Meng Zitao can understand that he committed suicide for this reason, but he absolutely disagrees. And to put it mildly, presumably the old man bought this bloodstone, it is very likely that he is also greedy for its cheapness, right?

Meng Zitao shook his head, it's really not good to think about these things now.

"Is there something wrong with this bloodstone?" asked the army.

Mencius showed his inner side: "You see, part of the blood color is actually mercury sulfide. ”

"Hey. Dajun shook his head and sighed: "Why are there so many liars in the antique industry?" ”

Meng Zitao said: "There are liars in every industry, but because of the particularity of the industry, the antique industry looks a little more, in the final analysis, it is actually for money." ”

Dajun said: "There is no bottom line for money, and it is no different from killing people for money." ”

Meng Zitao saw that Dajun also had some emotions in his words, and felt that it was quite rare, and he asked, "Do you think the old man is pitiful?"

Dajun frankly admitted: "The old man is pitiful, and this passerby is also pitiful, and the culprit of all this is because of the person who made this fake, don't you say you can't hate?"

Meng Zitao said: "I'm not saying that the old man is not pitiful, but what is the situation in our industry, many people now understand that the general environment is like this, we can only do our best, pay more attention to ourselves, and don't be greedy." Bloodstone like this, buying it even though you don't have the ability to bear it, and you don't have the corresponding ability to deal with it, is actually a kind of gambling behavior. ”

When Dajun heard this, he was silent, because what Meng Zitao said was indeed reasonable, people should have the name of self-knowledge, and do not do things that are beyond their ability to bear. For example, if someone can bear a loss of up to 100 yuan, then don't do a business with a loss of more than 100 yuan, otherwise you can't bear the loss, can you blame others?

Meng Zitao felt that the attitude of the army was a bit abnormal, and it was possible that he was motivated by feelings, but it was not convenient to elaborate on this environment now, so he didn't ask more.

At this time, the ambulance was finally late, and the police arrived immediately.

I heard that the person who treated the patient was the sunny boy who looked about twenty years old in front of him, and the doctors and nurses looked very incredible, and when they heard that Meng Zitao was treated with acupuncture, they wondered if they were listening to the Arabian Nights.

However, facts speak louder than words, and they can only believe the result, even if it is unbelievable.

This time's treatment was different from the previous treatment of the male shopkeeper of the Sang family, Meng Zitao mainly relied on the effect of internal qi, so he didn't have to go to the hospital.

After that, Meng Zitao showed his ID again and said his guess.

The police looked at Meng Zitao's documents, didn't dare to be dismissive, and wrote down the clues provided by Meng Zitao, but they couldn't help muttering in their hearts, you are a cadre of the Cultural Relics Bureau, and you still know medical skills, so why don't you become a doctor?

Routinely took notes, Meng Zitao signed his name, and basically nothing happened to him.

When he was about to leave, an old lady suddenly greeted her, and someone next to her introduced that this was Lao Zhang's wife who had a heart attack.

The old lady thanked Meng Zitao for her kindness, and she must leave her contact information, and she wanted to express her gratitude at the right time.

In the end, Meng Zitao had no choice but to leave his business card.

The old lady was educated, looked at Meng Zitao's business card, and asked with some surprise, "Aren't you a doctor?"

Meng Zitao smiled and said: "I am in the antique business, I know some medical skills, and I was a little reckless in treating it just now." ”

The old lady smiled: "Hehe, I heard from the emergency doctor just now, if it weren't for your 'recklessness', my old man would be hopeless." ”

The people around him also praised Meng Zitao's medical skills, saying that he was a miracle doctor.

Things in the world are like this, if you do things and have a good result, even if you are not a doctor like Meng Zitao, you will be respected, otherwise, of course, you will not have a good face.

At this time, an old man next to him asked Meng Zitao: "Doctor, I heard you say just now that Mr. Luo may have jumped off the building because he was deceived?"

Meng Zitao said: "I just found some broken bloodstone, all of which are problematic, so I have such a guess. ”

"However, I don't seem to have heard of any antiques that Mr. Luo has bought. ”

"I haven't heard of it either. ”

"Me ...... too"

Among the surrounding crowd, a considerable number of people said that they had never heard of Luo Jinheng buying antiques.

This caught Meng Zitao a little off guard, could it be that he guessed wrong, those bloodstone fragments were actually the passerby who was stoned to death?

Thinking about it again, he felt that it was unlikely, because the bloodstone fragments were very scattered, and if they were held by passers-by, it should not be possible to fall like this.

But no matter what, Meng Zitao still asked the army to talk to the police on the side, so as not to make a mistake.

At this time, another neighbor said: "Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Luo doesn't know much about antiques, he has also read a lot of books explaining antiques, but he usually doesn't practice it." ”

"Yes, I also remembered, I did hear Mr. Luo talk about antiques before, and he said that the head is the Tao, I asked him where he learned it from, and he smiled and said that he was just a theorist, he didn't know how to practice, and he wouldn't buy antiques. ”

"So it's normal for him to buy this stone, you should know the current situation of his family, I guess he wants to give it a go. ”

"Makes sense. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Hey, Mr. Luo is so pitiful, not only did he lose money, but now he is half-dead, and the person who was stoned to death must be counted on his head, and the family is ruined like this. ”

For a while, everyone sighed, which shows that Luo Jinheng does have a good reputation in the eyes of his neighbors. But at this point, we can't think of any good way to help.

In the old lady's thanks, Meng Zitao and they said goodbye, because everyone was not in a good mood because of what happened just now.

"Okay, it's over, let's look forward, life is so fragile, we should live a happier life!" (To be continued.) )