The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 138 Song Qi
The boy in the alley was beaten to the point of wailing. After a few moments of silence, Hua Wei took out the black bag on her back; the small bags hanging in her hands restricted her movement, and it took her a while to find one. Small black box.

The real name is Little Bee, and the scientific name is Megaphone.

Sang Jing said that she would use it as a teacher, but she didn't believe it at first, but she didn't expect it to be used before entering school.

The next moment the sound of police sirens resounded through the alley, and the little gangster who was beating people was most afraid of hearing this kind of sound, so he turned his head and looked around in horror. It was the young man who kicked the ground furiously, the disgust in his eyes did not diminish by half.

"You bastard, Mahler, you're lucky! Before you go out next time, please ask your ancestors not to meet your grandpa!"

"Brothers! The note is coming here, hurry up!"

……

"cough cough, cough"

The little bastard was frightened by the sound of the siren and fled in all directions. Song Qi struggled to get up from the ground. He raised the back of his hand to wipe off the blood that flowed from the corner of his lips again, and leaned against the wall and coughed twice weakly.

He was bruised and bruised, and he was already a little bit exhausted. Every wound on his body was screaming for pain. He could only half-close his eyes, praying that the police uncle who came over would find him and take him to the hospital for treatment.

He really has no strength left.

"Wake up."

"Speak, don't die."

There was some icy pat on the cheek, and Song Qi struggled to open his eyes to look at the person coming.

The figure against the light made him unable to see clearly, he could only vaguely see the outline, he moved his lips reluctantly to respond: "I'm not dead, policeman, sister."

Hua Wei gave a slight pause to the hand that was about to grab the opponent's pigtail.

——The boy's eyesight is not very good.

"Can you move?"

The cold questioning voice cleared Song Qi's mind a little. He tentatively raised his left hand, which was still slightly injured, but he pulled the wound, and couldn't help but gasped: "It seems, it doesn't work."

Hua Wei glanced at his whole body, there were indeed quite a few bruised and purple scars.

Those little gangsters were pretty ruthless.

But when his eyes fell on the nameplate on Song Qi's chest, Hua Wei's eyes paused.

"Nanlian private, freshman in high school, Song Qi. '

Saved his students by mistake?Oh, not necessarily yet.

"Ask you a question, and you answer it honestly. After the answer is correct, I will send you to the hospital."

Now Song Qi's mind is almost all chaotic, and he always answers instinctively when Hua Wei asks him, without considering the rationality of Hua Wei's question at this juncture.

"A ball falls vertically from a height of 2 meters above the ground. After hitting the ground, it is bounced back to a height of 0.9 meters. During this process, what is the distance and displacement of the ball?"

"... 2.9, 1.1"

After Song Qi answered the answer, he didn't hear Hua Wei's voice again. He couldn't help but began to wonder if his answer was wrong; Feeling sleepy, I began to think carefully about whether I missed something just now.

A few minutes later, the sound of the ambulance turned from far to near, and then he heard the late answer: "That's right."

After getting affirmation, Song Qi finally fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

Later, the anxious conversations of doctors and nurses seemed to fill his whole world, and the female voice seemed to disappear from his side after he was carried on the stretcher.

He fell into a coma again.

(End of this chapter)