At this time, there was also a woman's shrill cry......

On Tuesday, the young master grabbed Zhang Meixi's wrist and walked back, Zhang Meixi pulled the plaid wool shawl that was in the way, quickly adjusted his gait, and followed him briskly.

On Wednesday, the young master grabbed the lady's Xiaokun bag that Zhang Meixi had dropped, pulled a black wooden square-backed chair, and followed behind.

The three of them walked to a corner and stood still, a large blue and white porcelain water tank with a diameter of half a meter, planted a landscape tree, and bloomed a purple flower, which half-covered them.

At this time, the pomegranate orchard was already in chaos, the tables were overturned, the cups and plates were shattered, and the noble guests put away their elegance and rushed towards the gate, and there were many pushes and tramples.

There was another gunshot in the chaos, and on Tuesday, the young master identified a direction and led them into a sliding door, which was an empty room with a large area of tatami mats.

The young master also held a black chair in his hand, and he directly used the chair to close the door, and quickly took out a delicate silver pistol from his arms.

At this time, I heard someone shouting loudly:

"Don't panic, everyone, it's okay."

One after another, I heard several people shouting:

"It's okay, it's okay."

Zhang Meixi walked out of the tatami room, the hall outside was a mess, and he didn't care about saying goodbye to the main family, so the three of them went out of the door directly, found their car, and drove home quickly.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the second day that I saw the newspaper one after another:

"Shooting in Pomegranate Orchard in Public Concession"

"Pharmaceutical tycoon Hsu was shot"

"The shooting killer has committed suicide, caused by a commercial dispute. 》

Zhang Meixi took out two pills the size of a light gray dragon and gave them to the two young masters of the Zhou family, saying that they were for suppression.

The young master clapped his hands and laughed on Tuesday:

"What kind of background do we come from, and do we need to be frightened?"

In Master Xu's mansion, there was still chaos up and down, and Master Xu had been carried back, and he was still struggling to catch his breath, and he was shot three times, all in the abdomen.

This old man Xu wore several layers of silk shirts, this shirt has a bulletproof effect, of course, the most important reason is that the power of the pistol is a little small.

The body of the murderer, Boss Feng Yuan, has been taken away by the patrol room.

For the time being, the Xu Mansion has not had the time to investigate the perpetrators who have committed suicide, and they are inviting famous doctors everywhere, and the boss of the pharmaceutical factory is inviting doctors, which is quite convenient. In just one day's work, more than 20 famous doctors from China and the West have been invited.

The Chinese-style Chinese medicine saint and the doctor who studied abroad sat in a room, and there were two or three foreign whites in the middle.

Boss Xu's seven or eight wives and more than a dozen young masters and young ladies crowded Master Xu's bedroom, and they had already lost the strength to cry, but they began to think about dividing the family business.

The Chinese and Western doctors argued for most of the day, and some frail old Chinese players had begun to take it for a long time, shouting to hear the messenger for tea and dinner, and they pushed a brown-haired and high-nosed foreigner out to speak.

On the Xu Mansion side, Mrs. Xu is in charge of the overall situation.

Mrs. Xu sat on a rosewood chair with a huge handkerchief in her hand to cover half of her face.

The brown-haired, high-nosed foreigner doctor glanced around the scene and announced with an expressionless face:

"I'm going to have surgery right away, I'm going to take out the bullets, and my assistant has prepared the instruments for the operation."

Mrs. Xu whimpered and did not speak.

However, there was a young master Xu behind her who asked:

"How sure are you?"

"How much?"

The brown-haired, high-nosed, foreigner doctor closed his eyes and calculated silently for three seconds:

"Five percent sure."

Mrs. Xu, who was sitting on the Taishi's chair, crooked her neck and fainted.

There was a rush up and down the Xu Mansion.

The brown-haired, high-nosed, foreigner doctor spoke again:

"Let's get ready for surgery right away."

A young master of the Xu family suddenly cracked, picked up his fist and rushed up, reached out and grabbed Dr. Yang's neckline and slid down, slowly sliding down, this young master fell to the ground with a puff:

"Please, save my father."

Dr. Yang shrugged, he had to prepare for surgery, this Chinese family had a large number, but no one was sure that Mrs. Xu had been rescued and did not speak.

People who rely on medicine to eat, up and down are not ignorant people, anyway, they are about to die, and it is the responsibility of the murderer to die, but nodding and clapping to do surgery, the chance of living is very slim, and if you die, you will have to eat this pot.

The foreigner doctor couldn't wait for someone to make a decision, but he was a little anxious, and directly instructed someone to arrange the operating table, ready to start, but was stopped by a colleague who was a China expert.

Good guy, how many famous doctors are there, why did the public push you out to speak, you are stupid!

I wasted a lot of time in a hurry, but there was a Chinese medicine doctor who spoke:

"Didn't Mr. Shandong send you Europeans and Americans any penicillin? Let's use penicillin. ”

The crowd chimed in.

The foreign doctor spreads his hands:

"No penicillin!"

"How could it not be, doesn't it mean that foreign countries already have it? The newspapers say it every day! ”

The crowd questioned in a chaotic manner.

"Not really." The foreigner doctor shrugged again.

"Mr. Shandong stipulated that penicillin could only be sold in Europe and North America, and we asked many times, but we couldn't get it."

"Penicillin? We have penicillin in our house! A messenger from the Xu Mansion said weakly.

"What?" The crowd questioned in a loud voice.

Cold sweat broke out on the head of the messenger of the Xu Mansion, and his voice trembled:

"Well, I can't tell, but yesterday I was at the door to greet a guest, and there was a guest who came to the birthday banquet with penicillin written on the gift list. Because the name was so special, I remembered it. ”

There was another earth-shaking chaos up and down the Xu Mansion.

Finally, a beautifully packaged varnished wood gift box was delivered, along with a gift slip on it.

The box was placed on a table in the center, and more than twenty doctors gathered around to watch it.

Finally the box was opened, and inside were twelve slender glass bottles containing a blue-black oily liquid.

"Is this true or false?"

Everyone looked at each other.

The organic spirit picked up the gift list and looked through:

"Dayang Wu Baiyuan, 12 penicillins." The inscription at the bottom is embellished with a few words: Ping An Pharmaceutical Company.

The Xu Mansion was busy for a while, and after all, he didn't ask if the gift giver was a Mao company.

The young master of the Xu family, who had knelt down for Doctor Yang, picked up a medicine with a trembling hand.

"Immediate surgery. The doctor pleases you. ”

All the young masters and young ladies of the Xu Mansion looked at Mrs. Xu who was sitting on the Taishi's chair.

I thought in my heart, about the pharmaceutical industry, they eat this bowl of rice, isn't it clear? Don't have too many fake medicines.

Mrs. Xu put down her handkerchief and stared at the medicine with a pair of bloodshot hanging phoenix eyes:

"Surgery, that's what you said, seven! Few! Father! ”

Mrs. Xu's words were word-by-word.

Young Master Xu's hands trembled even more, but a few words still popped out of his mouth firmly:

"I said, surgery!"