"Why are you so sad?" Jiang Cheng asked after coming to Amosangshi's side.

"I'm not sad, do you want to be sad?"

didn't expect Amosanshi to answer Jiang Cheng like this, Jiang Cheng was puzzled. Scratching his head, he asked Almosanshi: "Why are you so excited? Isn't Dong Zhaocheng still dead? As long as he is sent to the hospital, he will wake up soon."

When Jiang Cheng changed his words, Almosanshi's expression changed suddenly, and the crying voice disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"I don't need you to say it. Almosanshi said to Jiang Cheng.

"Oh!" replied Jiang Cheng.

"Then Dong Zhaocheng has been handed over to you? I still have some things to do with Zhao Hai and Zhao Short. Jiang Cheng then said to Almosanshi.

"Roll on, roll as far as you want, don't let me see the three of you. Almosanchi said with a glare, as if holding a grudge against the three of them. In fact, Zhao Short and Zhao Hai did not anger Almosanshi, and the person who was really angry with Almosanshi was Jiang Cheng.

"Then we'll go. Jiang Cheng opened his mouth to speak, and then he turned around and waved his hand to the two people behind him, signaling the two of them to leave here quickly.

"People told me to get out of here, but you don't hurry up. Jiang Cheng stood next to Mosanshi, his lips floating slightly, as if he was speaking Nannan, but his voice was so low that no one could hear it.

"Hurry up!" Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke out this time, which immediately attracted the attention of Almosanshi. After glaring at Jiang Cheng, the latter once again focused on Dong Zhaocheng in his hand.

Suddenly, Almosanshi looked up and exclaimed, "It's out of breath." ”

"What?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head over to see what Mosanshi was talking about.

"Should Dong Zhaocheng really run out of gas? Dead?" Jiang Cheng secretly thought in his heart, this was Jiang Cheng's pre-guess.

When Jiang Cheng looked over, Almosanshi's face was very pale, and she was obviously extremely excited.

"Dong Zhaocheng is dead. Almosanshina glared at Jiang Cheng with a burning gaze, eager to tear the latter to shreds.

"You have done it, and you must be fully responsible. Almosanshi reminded Jiang Cheng.

"Dead?" Jiang Cheng asked, and then he leaned his body near Dong Zhaocheng to observe Dong Zhaocheng's physical condition up close.

"Aren't you dead? look, isn't this still ruddy?" Jiang Cheng said to Amosanshi.

"Yes, how can a dead man's face remain youthful and vigorous. Zhao Hai added.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng glared in the direction of Zhao Hai, as if he wanted to say, "Dong Zhaocheng is old, still young?"

However, Jiang Cheng didn't say what he thought in his heart in the end, he changed his words and said: "Dong Zhaocheng is not dead, how can you say that he is dead?"

Almo Sansz paused, his fingers clenching Dong Zhaocheng's wrist. Just as Almosanshi exclaimed, his palm tightly grasped Dong Zhaocheng's wrist.

Looking at the posture of Almosanthine, it seems to be taking the pulse of the patient. And this patient is Dong Zhaocheng.

"Dead! Almosanshi said solemnly.

If an outsider passes by now and sees Almosanshi's serious expression, he will definitely believe what she says.

The credibility of the serious Almoissanite is too high, and it is easy to believe it.

The most interesting thing is that Almosanshi was the first to believe her own words and thought that Dong Zhaocheng was dead. Could it be that she didn't look at the position of her pulse to see if there was a mistake?

"Why are you so sure?" Jiang Cheng asked Amosanshi.

"His heart has stopped, and he's not dead yet?" asked Almosanshi rhetorically.

"How is it possible?" Jiang Cheng directly pressed his palm on Dong Zhaocheng's chest, quietly feeling the heartbeat inside Dong Zhaocheng.

A minute passed, and Jiang Cheng's face gradually turned from red to pale.

"Really, really, really dead...... Jiang Cheng finally let out a sigh, and so far two people have already confirmed the news of Dong Zhaocheng's death.

"Brother Jiang Cheng, you ......" Just as Zhao Short opened his mouth to speak, Zhao Hai rushed forward, so that Zhao Short's words shrank back directly.

"Are you stupid? The heart is on the left chest, not the right chest. After Zhao Hai arrived at Jiang Cheng's side, he reminded Jiang Cheng.

"It's the left chest! look?" Jiang Cheng raised his left and right hands, and then said to Zhao Hai: "This side is the left hand, and the other is the right hand, so the position I pressed just now is not wrong." ”

"You pig ......," Zhao Hai mocked Jiang Cheng.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng was confused in the direction, thinking that his left hand side was Dong Zhaocheng's left hand side. In fact, the truth is exactly the other way around.

Zhao Hai suddenly stretched out his palm and held Jiang Cheng's left hand tightly, he said, "Your left hand side corresponds to Dong Zhaocheng's right chest, not his left chest?"

"Is that so?" Jiang Cheng wondered, it seemed that Jiang Cheng was still trapped in this point and couldn't get out for a long time.

"Oh my God!" Zhao Hai shook his head helplessly, put his eyes on Zhao Short's body, and said, "Zhao Short, it's better for you to explain to Jiang Cheng!"

"Oh!" Zhao said perfunctorily, and the steps under his feet began to move.

"I see. At the moment when Zhao Short stepped on the ground, Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke.

"You know. With a sense of relief, Zhao Hai turned around and put his eyes back on Jiang Cheng's body.

But when he looked at Jiang Cheng, he found that he had left the matter just now.

In other words, Jiang Cheng didn't even say a word of thanks. Just now, Zhao Hai helped him distinguish the direction of the left and right! Now he actually ignored Zhao Hai directly.

"Almosanshi, you are also in the wrong position to take the pulse, how can you hold the patient's palm to take the pulse?" Jiang Cheng said to Almosanshi.

"Isn't it holding the palm of your hand to check the pulse?, where do you hold it?" asked Amosanshi to Jiang Cheng.

"Of course, it's the blood vessels under the wrist!" Jiang Cheng brought Almosan's * over and showed him what is the correct posture for taking the pulse.

The palm of the hand supports the patient's arm, and the palm of the hand is encircled, and the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger are pressed on several blood vessels on the patient's arm.

Jiang Cheng's textbook-like posture of taking the pulse aroused great interest in Almosan's poetry.

"That's the case!" said Almosanshi anxiously, "no wonder I didn't feel my heartbeat just now, but the pulse was in the wrong position." ”

"Thank you!" Amosanshi didn't wait for Jiang Cheng to answer, she continued.

"You're welcome. Jiang Cheng replied.

"Can you teach me?" asked Almosanthès, her eyes full of longing, girlish longing, that ordinary men could not refuse every request they uttered.

Even if Almosanshi was a thirty-year-old woman, Jiang Cheng couldn't refuse him. This feminine charm is permanent.

"Okay, I'll teach you!" Jiang Cheng said to Almosanshi.

"Really?" said Almosanshi 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, a million dollars. Jiang Cheng actually made an impertinent request at this moment, and now Mo Sanshi was a little confused.

"Why? No? Jiang Cheng continued, his words seemed to provoke Amosanshi, only to see the latter's arm raised high and gave Jiang Cheng a slap indiscriminately.

After Almosanshi's palm left, the palm print appeared impressively in front of everyone, causing Zhao Hai, Zhao Short and others to laugh.

"Brother Jiang Cheng, your face is still unique, it is simply a work of art. Zhao Short laughed loudly.

"Jiang Cheng, I must take a picture of your face and send it to Moments, the number of likes will definitely be ruined. Zhao Hai then mocked.

The laughter of the two of them came and went, completely ignoring Jiang Cheng's mood at this moment.

"You ...... ......" The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched, and word by word popped out of it.

"You've angered me. Jiang Cheng's huge eyes suddenly brightened, and he then roared angrily: "Give me my life." ”

Jiang Cheng rushed over directly, with a force stored in his palm, and when he approached Zhao Hai and Zhao Short, he would exert his strength violently.

Zhao Haidun didn't react for a while, and the whole person froze in place.

Zhao Short also reacted in this way.

However, it stands to reason that Zhao Hai has experienced more than a hundred large and small turmoil, and he should not be surprised by this kind of scene. How can you still be so frightened that you can't move? It's amazing.

"Zhao Hai, Zhao Short, you dare to laugh at me. When Jiang Cheng was sprinting, the words in his mouth came out.

"Brother Jiang Cheng, I didn't mean it!" Zhao Short muttered as he moved back, intending to run away.

But how can he run now? How can he run in front of Jiang Cheng? With his short turtle speed, he may not be able to escape Jiang Cheng's attack if he escapes thirty minutes early.

"It's useless! Jiang Cheng's hanging arm jerked back, and a flame-colored light appeared in front of everyone along the trajectory of his arm's movement.

"Meteor Punch!"

Jiang Cheng's blow seemed to be using all his strength.

Meteor Punch, with a flame-colored glow, is capable of delivering a heavy blow to others. The key is not in this blow, but in the subsequent damage.

The flame-colored glow is capable of burning the opponent, causing the latter to burn, causing more serious damage.

Jiang Cheng usually doesn't take out this trick, but once he takes it out, it means that he wants to put the other party to death.

However, standing in front of Jiang Cheng's eyes now is his good brother? Could it be that he wants to kill his good brother? This is incredible.

"Jiang Cheng, you ...... You ......" Zhao Haiyi was so excited that he couldn't say a word for a while. Of course, his excitement came from his fear of Jiang Cheng and his fear of Meteor Fist.

"Whoosh!" Jiang Cheng's punch swept in front of Zhao Hai and Zhao Short's eyes, producing a fierce sound of wind.