A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Shu Ange murmured softly, and her face was very cold. After listening to her diagnosis, everyone's face was pale, and they were all dumbfounded.

With many years of experience, Shu Ange is 90% sure that the young He-cloak should have suffered an acute myocardial infarction.

"The target of this mission has appeared, and the current favorability is 5."

The system prompt sounded, Shu Ange's face became more and more dark, and the fate of the two was bound together.

Now she has to do everything she can to wake up the young Hechuang, otherwise if he has three strengths and two weaknesses, Shu Ange will really want to cry without tears.

Even in modern acute myocardial infarction, it is a very dangerous disease, and the patient has angina in the attack.

In severe cases, the patient will fall into a coma, and if the oxygen supply is continuously insufficient, the patient may even die suddenly.

There was not much time left for her. Shu Ange had to wake up Young Master He Cloak in a short time. If he really suffocated and died, next year today will probably also be her death anniversary.

The hearts of doctors and parents, when they devote themselves to the treatment, Shu Ange sees no distinction between the noble and the low, let alone the distinction between the high and the low.

In order to allow the patient to get more oxygen, Shu Ange tore off the noble young He's cloak and black outer clothes.

Everyone gasped in unison, and Shu Ange pulled off the young man's white shirt, revealing his flawless chest.

Her actions were extremely abrupt and offensive to outsiders, and could even be called madness.

Not to mention those splendidly dressed young men and women, even the servants of the young Hechuang could not stand.

The men and women in Huafu were restless again, and some people wanted to speak out to stop them, but Shu Ange swept his eyes coldly and preemptively said: "If you want the son to die, you should shout louder. If you want the son to wake up sooner, back three feet, keep quiet."

Others only felt that this bland and unremarkable sect suddenly burst into an awe-inspiring and invincible aura, and for a while did not dare to disobey, and they all retreated as she said.

After retreating, everyone felt surprised and wondered why they were stopped by the aura of a poor disciple.

The servants of the young Hechuang trusted Shu Ange, they politely asked everyone to step back, and then surrounded the young Hechuang with green curtains.

There was a large space around Shu Ange, and the air circulated a little more than before.

Without those delicate young boys and girls surrounding her to create a tense atmosphere and taking air as a disservice, she could finally continue to rescue her without distractions.

Shu Ange folded the bases of his palms together, his fingers intertwined, and he used the bases of his palms to press **** the heart of Young Master He Cloak, pausing every two to three times.

Although the movement is simple, it is a test of strength and stamina. Shu Ange's body is not very strong now, but after doing it four or five times, it is quite exhausting.

After a series of movements, the young Hechuang still hadn't woken up. Shu Ange checked his pulse again and found that although his pulse was still chaotic, it was much better than before.

It seems that the stimulation is not enough, Shu Ange is not discouraged and continues to press harder, even taking out his housekeeping skills.

Knock-knead-knead took turns, Shu Ange was highly concentrated. After a while, she only felt that the hands behind her were as heavy as lead.

At this moment, Shu Ange regretted that there was no silver needle in his hand, otherwise there would be so much trouble after a few needles.

The patient didn't wake up for a long time, and Shu Ange's pressure suddenly increased, so he could only force himself to calm down.

In a hurry, Shu Ange pinched Renzhong and slapped Tanzhong Point, and was very busy.

She had already thought about it, if he didn't wake up, she would give him artificial respiration.

I don't know if it was the boy's life that should have died, or whether it was Shu Ange's efforts that moved God.

Just when her strength was exhausted and her strength was not reached, and she wanted to take a breath, the patient opened her eyes faintly.

The heart that Shu Ange mentioned finally let go, and the whole person slumped on the ground without any image.

It's good that the young crane cloak wakes up, otherwise she may not be able to do good things if she offends the nobles today.

Outside the green curtain, everyone noticed that Shu Ange's movements were suspended, and they all looked up, and their worries did not diminish.

"Who are you?"

The young crane cloak had just struggled from the line of life and death, and his essence and blood was greatly lost. His voice sounded a little weak, but it was still clear and sweet.

His accent was different from Mu Yang's, and Shu Ange's mind fell on this, and the answer was almost a conditioned reflex: "The one who saves you."

Giving first aid to people is a very labor-intensive job. The original owner's body was too weak. After Shu Ange worked hard, his mind was inevitably a little dazed.

Aware that his previous response was too blunt, in order not to leave a arrogant and rude impression on the young Hecloak, Shu Ange looked into his eyes seriously and said: "Lang Junji people have their own good looks, and when bad luck turns good, Liu Yuanfang is not talented. , fortunately not humiliated."

"Interesting. You are my gentleman."

The expression between his brows was cold, and his tone was casual, with a hint of ridicule.

I don't know if I'm mocking myself for being ill-fated, or mocking the duplicity of those around me.

Shu Ange lowered his eyes silently, and the mood of the young Hechuang came and went quickly. It only took him a few breaths to restrain his emotions and return to his dignified and noble appearance.

"Since you saved me today, you have a destiny with me. If you are willing to follow me, I will protect your glory forever."

The voice of the young crane cloak is ethereal, and his face is obviously weak, but it makes people feel aloof.

He didn't realize it was such a big deal to set a person's future in just a few words, and his attitude was as casual as when he was admiring flowers, he casually praised the picturesque scenery.

"The target character's favorability is +20, and the current favorability is 25."

Shu Ange didn't reply immediately, and the young He-cloak wasn't annoyed either.

"Just think about it. Ji Ning, help me get up."

The bodyguard, named Ji Ning, carefully helped the young He-cloak up, knelt down on the ground, and carefully helped him clean up the fallen flowers and filth on his body.

He was obviously extremely weak, but he still tried his best to stand up straight, unwilling to lean on the guard.

The carriage was led directly into the flower forest, and no one dared to question it.

Ma Nu, who had previously served the young Hechuang, knelt on the ground silently, waiting for him to step on his feet.

Everything was in order, and Shu Ange was amazed by the technique of the young man under the crane cloak.

The men and women in costumes who were still noisy just now stood on the spot uneasily, greeting the young Hechuang from a distance, but no one dared to come up.

Although the young He-cloak fell asleep just now and may not have seen what they were doing, their servants were always awake, and they felt a little uneasy in their hearts.

After the young crane cloak woke up, the pressure in everyone's heart suddenly increased.

Apart from nodding to Yu Ming and the young prince, he turned a deaf ear to others.

"Have you decided yet?"

Before getting into the car, the bright eyes of the young He-cloak fell on Shu Ange, and his tone was light.

This kind of thrilling randomness made Shu Ange feel like a thorn in his back.

The division between the noble family and the Han family is like the two poles of heaven and earth. The children of the poor suffer great injustice. The original owner's entrustment is to hope that the fate of the children of the poor family can be changed.

(Meow, I added one more~ Written by staying up late)