Located in the hinterland of the Pearl River Delta, Foshan is a small port city. There is a small river in the city that flows through the north gate. The North Gate Bridge used to have a small pier, but later it gradually moved to the east of the city due to the urban development center. The Northbridge Pier slowly fell into disuse and became a dumping ground for garbage. Large rocks and rotten trees covered the floor, overgrown with weeds.

"It's Wen Nan again, what happened to Lin Shirong?" Gu Li's anger bloomed, seeing that Miss Feihong was crying so hysterically, could it be that Lin Shirong was killed?

If Lin Shirong is really killed, the trajectory of the film world will change. The plot of the movie can't be completed normally, so Gu Li will stay in Foshan for the rest of his life!

Miss Feihong only hid her face and cried, but did not speak. Seeing that Gu Li was anxious, like an ant on a hot pot. grabbed Faye Wong and quickly rushed towards the North Bridge.

"If Lin Shirong has three longs and two shorts, I will definitely not let him go!"

Coulee ran wild on North Street, about four or five miles from North Bridge. I ran all the way to the end, went out of the north gate, and saw a bridge more than ten meters long across the river in the distance.

At this time, it was already dark, and he rushed to the Guli under the north bridge, looking around on the messy gravel ground in the afterglow of the setting sun, and shouted Lin Shirong's name loudly.

The North Bridge Wharf, which has been abandoned for many years, is overgrown with weeds and rubble. Gu Li searched for a long time, but still couldn't find Lin Shirong's figure.

"There!" Just when Gu Li was desperate, Fei Hong pointed to a place by the river and called out loudly.

Lin Shirong was like a dead pig, lying by the river, covered in blood. The river almost submerged his entire body, and the blood-stained river water was reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun, which looked particularly penetrating.

Seeing Lin Shirong's tragic situation, Faye Wong cried again. I don't know if she's scared or guilty.

"Don't cry, you're not dead yet!" Gu Li carried Lin Shirong on his back, and when he saw Faye Wong crying and mourning, he was very upset.

Gu Li carried Lin Shirong, who was dying, and although it was very heavy, he still walked steadily on the street. Behind him, Faye Wong followed closely, crying softly to hide her face.

Many people on the north street saw Lin Shirong covered in blood, and they turned their heads and ears. Several of them kept pointing at Faye Wong, cursing viciously in their mouths.

"Pork Rong was framed because of Faye Wong, a bitch."

"Yes, it's because of Faye Wong's popularity that Pork Rong was beaten like this!"

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Although the onlookers talked softly, they couldn't stand the crowd. Gu Li knew that Lin Shirong was injured, and it must have something to do with Faye Wong, so he glanced at her with some resentment. But at this time, it was important to save people, and Gu Li carried Lin Shirong on his back and quickly rushed towards Bao Zhilin.

Gu Li rushed to Bao Zhilin in a hurry, but the timing was wrong. Huang Feihong, the owner of Bao Zhilin, went out and did not return, only a few of his disciples were in the medical hall. Looking at Lin Shirong, who was covered with injuries, those disciples were not skilled in medicine, and they were helpless.

"Sir, don't worry, Master Huang, he'll be back soon." Seeing Gu Li hurriedly circling around, the disciples spoke.

How could Gu Li not be in a hurry, he and Lin Shirong were grasshoppers hanging on a line. If Lin Shirong dies unexpectedly, he will never return to the real world.

Fortunately, those disciples took emergency measures, bandaged Lin Shirong simply to stop the bleeding, and personally guaranteed that Huang Feihong would come back immediately, and Gu Li was at ease.

Huang Feihong, who was a guest at the Admiral's Palace, saw that it was getting late and said goodbye to General Liu Yongfu.

Huang Feihong sat on a sedan chair and walked home with his attendants. Seeing that the people on the street were talking about it. Huang Feihong poked his head out and ordered the servants to go and investigate.

"Folks, what's going on?" The servant asked.

A man with thief eyebrows and rat-eyed eyes looked left and right, lowered his voice for fear of being heard, and said to the servant: "Lin Shirong, the butcher of East Street, was injured for Faye Wong. It was covered in blood and bruises. Fang was just sent to Master Huang Feihong's mansion, and I am afraid that his life will not be long. ”

The servant was shocked, wasn't the Huang Feihong that the man said was his master. Hurriedly ran to the edge of the sedan chair and whispered to Huang Feihong.

"Master Huang, it is said that Lin Shirong, the butcher of East Street, was seriously injured by someone for your sake and is waiting for medical treatment in Baozhilin."

"For me to be seriously injured? Let's go, go back and have a look. Huang Feihong, who was sitting in the sedan chair, looked dazed, could it be that the brothers of the militia were bullied?

Looking at Lin Shirong, who was dying and bloodless, Gu Li was very anxious. The tea handed by the disciples didn't take a sip of it, and their eyes kept staring at the gate of Bao Zhilin.

Finally, a familiar figure came into view. The handsome and dashing and personable generation of master Huang Feihong walked calmly, and arrived at the inner hall of Baozhilin in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for Lin Shirong's life in danger, Gu Li would definitely go up to shake hands with Huang Feihong. Who made Wong Fei Hung look exactly the same as the young Jet Li?

As soon as Huang Feihong arrived in the inner hall, he glanced at the outstanding-looking Gu Li, but quickly turned his eyes to Lin Shirong on the hospital bed.

"Yellow... Division... Fu, trouble... You... Help..."Gu Li was excited to see the idol, and the old problem was committed again. stumbling on his lips, it was very difficult.

Huang Feihong saw that the Gu Li in front of him looked extraordinary, with a mouthful of big buckteeth, and he stammered when he spoke, frowning and listening with a lot of difficulty.

"Ah Fu, tell me about the situation."

The Ah Fu in Huang Feihong's mouth is the disciple who bandaged Lin Shirong's wounds.

"Master, the injured patient's name is Lin Shirong, a butcher on East Street, and he was seriously injured. His name is Asu, and it was he who came to heal Lin Shirong on his back. Ah Fu pointed to the unconscious Lin Shirong, and then pointed to Gu Li.

Gu Li stood in place awkwardly, smiling awkwardly. I really hate my own mouth, and I can't even talk when I see an idol.

Huang Feihong glanced at Gu Li and nodded. Sitting next to Lin Shirong, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were together, he closed his eyes and gave him a pulse, and then reached out and gently stroked Lin Shirong's body.

The originally clean forehead, sweat gradually oozing out.

"I don't know who is so heavy." Huang Feihong wiped the sweat from his head and took a deep breath. One hand firmly pressed Lin Shirong's shoulder, and the other hand pulled suddenly. Just listen to the "creak" sound, and the bones are staggered.

Lin Shirong, who was in a coma, turned even paler, and sweat appeared on his face.

"Ah Fu, go and get the acupuncture."

Huang Feihong instructed his disciples to take out a set of acupuncture and insert it in Lin Shirong's chest. A few minutes later, Huang Feihong's palm was tightly pressed against Lin Shirong's chest, and he stepped slightly, and his palm made a dark effort.

"Poof."

Lin Shirong involuntarily highlighted a mouthful of black blood, and his face gradually turned red.

After doing everything, Huang Feihong exhaled lightly. Wiped the beads of sweat from his hands with a damp cloth and said to Guli.

"The misalignment of the shoulder has been repaired, the liver has been injured, and I have forced the blood out of his chest. In the future, as long as you take the medicine every day, you can be cured. ”

Sure enough, it is a generation of grandmasters, and even his medical skills are so exquisite.

Looking at Lin Shirong, whose face was gradually moistening, Gu Li admired Huang Feihong very much and hurriedly thanked him.

Just touched his pocket, there were only a few dozen copper coins in it. Gu Li's face darkened instantly, what to use to pay for the medical bills?