"How long does it take to get from here to the nearest hospital," the woman asked, staring at a man in a suit with burning eyes.

"Director, it takes two and a half hours to drive from here to Yanagihara First People's Hospital,"

"SHIT, to Binzhou,"

"It takes 3 hours, Director,"

The female supervisor raised her eyebrows and waved her hand resolutely: "Then immediately arrange for a helicopter ride and immediately arrange for rescue,"

The man in the suit snorted, bowing his head to avoid the supervisor's gaze: "Standing helicopters have been useless for ten years in a row, and this time, this time there is no preparation ......"

The female supervisor was furious, stepped forward and slapped the man in the suit in the face, and the "snap" was unusually loud, and the man in the suit was beaten to a stumbling position, but he stood respectfully again, not daring to complain at all.

The female supervisor was also nervous, glancing at the tiger head tattoo on the old man's chest, and her voice began to tremble slightly: "Do you know who he is, bastard, you are dead, if something happens to him, the entire trading conference will be suspended, do you think about the consequences,"

At the mention of the consequences, everyone at the scene trembled and lowered their heads, obviously very afraid.

The female supervisor reluctantly calmed down and said, "Dr. Zhao, how likely is it that the on-site surgery will be rescued," the matter was urgent, and the supervisor didn't even care about his name, and asked directly.

One of the Donald Duck masks showed a helpless expression: "There are no nurses, no first-aid drugs and no blood transfusion equipment, and the possibility of being rescued by surgery alone is extremely low."

The female supervisor began to weaken when she heard this, and was supported by two men in suits, one left and one right, and muttered: "What can I do, his old man is not sick sooner or later, and he is sick at this time, oh my God,"

She struggled, as if she remembered something, and arranged: "Quickly check, is there a swarm of poisonous hand divine doctors, Saihuatuo of the Holy Hand Hall?"

A man in a suit hurriedly went out to make a phone call, and after a while, he trotted back and whispered: "Director, none of them participated in this year's trade fair,"

"God," the female supervisor was completely desperate, regardless of her image, she squatted on the ground, covered her face with her hands, her short hair hung down, her subordinates stared at her with big eyes, the matter was suddenly urgent, everyone had no idea, and the scene was dead silent,

"Poof", at a tense moment, someone suddenly made a happy sound, which immediately provoked the angry eyes of the black-clothed man and the male staff in the suit at the scene.

Everyone's eyes were focused, only to see that the person who sneered at him was not tall or short, with dark skin, dressed in a well-fitting summer dress, wearing a ridiculous big-headed doll mask, and turned his head to a person next to him and said casually: "Old Su, this little illness is still a disease,"

That person was Longjiang, who had been watching for a while.

Lao Su shook his head: "Big brother, you can cure Xiaoyu and Xiaohu as seriously ill, this is indeed not a disease for you,"

"Xiao Jiangzi, people are people who love jade, you can help him," Xia Yu'er looked at the old man who fell to the ground, shook Long Jiang's arm and said,

"I wanted to cure it, but he wouldn't let me," Long Jiang pointed to one of the rolls,

Cabbage was startled, and hurriedly waved her hand and said angrily: "Who knows if you will cure the disease,"

Hearing the word cure, the female supervisor who was full of sorrow raised her head suddenly, and stood up from the ground, because she stood too violently, her mind was a little dizzy, and she almost fell down again, and was supported by two big men in black, and took a few steps in front of Long Jiang, staring at his eyes,

"You can really cure it, are you sure,"

Long Jiang saw that the glow of the old man on the ground was gradually fainting, which was a sign that he was going to fail, put away his smile, and nodded solemnly: "No one can say anything to death, if you ask a few more words and delay, I dare to guarantee that even the gods will not be able to cure him,"

The female supervisor was stunned for a moment, turned her head to look, and sure enough, the old man underground's bare neck and chest, his skin was pale, his nose was breathing, and the heartbeat recording device was getting slower and slower, obviously a terminally ill rhythm.

"You give it a try, go quickly, as long as you save people, whatever conditions you need, I will promise you," like a drowning man grasping a straw, the female supervisor grabbed Long Jiang's arm and pleaded,

"Okay," Long Jiang walked in front of the old man, and was about to stretch out his hand, but he heard Donald Duck Dr. Zhao snort and stopped Long Jiang:

"Which doctor are you, you don't have equipment, you don't have medicine, you don't have a scalpel, who are you fooling?"

Seeing that the glow on the old man's head was a little weaker, Long Jiang was anxious, and if he was cured, he would be able to harvest good energy, and the collector was only four thousand energy away from the upgrade, and finally met a great good man who was sick, but he met many crooked people, and after grinding for a while, the old man was not sure to die, he was impatient, pushed Donald Duck away, and roared: "Lie to you to be paralyzed, and then Nima asks a few words, and the person will die,"

Donald ducks were able to participate in this trade fair, they were invited by Haitianhua at a great price, they are all famous Chinese doctors, usually pampered, receiving red envelopes, flying around as "flying knives" to earn extra money, how can they usually receive this treatment,

He was scolded by Long Jiang, pushed his head again, and spilled the medicine in the first aid kit on the ground, and he was anxious at that time: "Security, security guard, someone committed murder, catch him,"

Another Donald Duck, who shared the same hatred, ran over and wanted to hold Long Jiang, but was stopped by the female supervisor: "Let him try, you can't do it, others may not be able to,"

Some of the surrounding guests slowly gathered around, watching the excitement and talking,

Longjiang was familiar with the road, slowly squatted down, his left hand attached to the old man's head, where the shining light was very conspicuous in the weak glow, he prescribed the medical button, and entered the good energy, 50, 100, 200...... One by one, the points of light expanded, turned into nothingness, and slowly disappeared,

Donald Duck said disdainfully: "I originally thought it was a Chinese medicine doctor, I didn't want to ask or cut, I just touched my brain, what kind of Chinese medicine are you, and my heartbeat will be gone after a while,"

Another Donald Duck comforted: "Lao Zhao, don't be like this liar, there is no medicine and no needle, he can treat it with his fingers, I don't believe it, let's be here today, see with your own eyes, what is the fate of the liar," As soon as the words fell, he glanced at the monitoring equipment, but his eyes suddenly widened at the boss, and he let out a sharp cry like a ghost:

"It's impossible, blood pressure is up, heart rate is normal, breathing is steady, oh my God, the patient has opened his eyes,, hell, hell, it must be hell," he twisted his thigh hard, but he was stimulated by the pain from the muscles and squeezed his eyes, inhaled the cool air, and couldn't close his mouth for a long time,

Dr. Zhao was also stupid, he closed his eyes vigorously, and opened them again, yes, the old man who was dying just now did open his eyes, and his cold body gradually recovered, and he was just about to continue to step forward to take a closer look, and a palm reached out in front of him,

"Scalpel,"

Dr. Zhao's head was also blindfolded, and he subconsciously took out a bag of vacuum bags, tore open the seal, took out a small sharp scalpel, and handed it over.

"Gauze"

"Alcohol"

"Tray,"

When he realized that something was wrong, his hands had subconsciously and very skillfully completed the delivery action.

I saw this person wearing a big-headed doll, picked up a scalpel, cut a wound on the old man's head, the knife technique, I couldn't bear to witness, a gauze pressed up, and clumsily took the alcohol cotton and simply disinfected it, and then put the snow-white ceramic tray under the old man's head, and pointed his fingers, and immediately, the old man's head spurted out a lot of purple-black blood clots like a fountain, a small clump, fell into the tray, making all kinds of strange sounds,

Dr. Zhao involuntarily squatted down, stretched out his tweezers into the tray, clamped a long strip of something like thin wire, slowly picked it up and observed it carefully, and after looking at it for a few seconds, he was stunned, "God, this is a blood clot, an embolism of blood vessels in the brain,"

Academic admiration and curiosity drove the two Donald ducks to surround Long Jiang, widening their eyes and watching Long Jiang's every move.

When the old man's head no longer drained blood clots, Long Jiang touched it with his hand, and the old man's head magically stopped bleeding, and in a blink of an eye, he used gauze and cotton to clean the blood stains for the old man, and touched it again, and everyone was surprised to find that the scalp that was still turning the wound just now could not be found without a trace of Yihao's wound.

Long Jiang wiped away the blood stains on his palm, patted the old man's chest with his hand, and shouted: "Get up,"

Sure enough, the old man got up in response, sat up with a wheel, his eyes were a little misty, and muttered to himself: "Xiaofang, your jade cicada has been found, where are you?"

The old man slowly regained his senses, his eyes regained their brilliance and majesty, looked left and right, and met the worried gaze of the female supervisor: "Fei Yun, why am I here?"

The female supervisor Fei Yun touched her chest with her hand, she breathed a long sigh of relief, and happily ran over with the bodyguards, and carefully helped the old man up,

"Master, you can wake up, you don't know, you almost scared me to death when you fell, thanks to this," the female supervisor glanced at the number plate in Long Jiang's hand: "Thanks to this No. 91 guest, you saved you, scared me to death, scared me to death,"

"Where's guest 91?"

Everyone's eyes focused at once, and saw Long Jiang closing his eyes tightly, and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground,

Xia Yu'er's exclamation, Lao Su's obstruction, Guan Gong's old man's thanks, and Director Fei's inquiry came around, buzzing and slowly blending together, and gradually, Long Jiang couldn't hear anything, and the strange starry sky pattern appeared in front of his eyes again.

There is a mysterious darkness between heaven and earth, and in the background of the shining and brilliant intertwined starry sky, a virtual screen standing up to the sky is like a galaxy across the sky.

On the screen, it seems to be a projection, and a picture of the atmosphere flashes in front of Longjiang's eyes: strange-shaped spaceships are flying in the sky, and various lasers of different colors are shot out from time to time between the spaceships, some fall into the void, some hit other spaceships, and the volley bursts out with a strong light, like a gorgeous flower on a festival.

After a long time, Long Jiang's head ached, the starry sky screen disappeared, the screen shrunk, and it returned to normal, and a line of handwriting appeared on it,