City's Demon Bodyguard

"Excuse me, I'll see." Zhang Qian pushed aside the crowd: "it's not good for the air circulation to block this place so tightly. They all stand back." Zhang Qian separated the stewardess and saw the patient lying on the ground.

The patient was sixty years old and upward. He was a well-dressed old man with meticulous hair.

It looks like an old gentleman.

Zhang Qian thought in his heart. He took out a wooden box from his arms.

He opened the wooden box, in which there were six thin needles of different lengths in the top cover and an ice cold needle at the bottom.

These cold needles are quite different from silver needles and red needles. When he took the cold needles from the patriarch, it was clear that there was only one needle. However, as long as he injected genuine Qi into his fingertips, a pinch of it would immediately be divided into six small cold needles. When it was not used, the cold needles could be disassembled and stored one by one, just like the red needles, or they could be combined into one as they are now A thick cold needle is used for storage.

Zhang Qian inhaled and concentrated. He twirled the cold needle with his fingers. When the cold needle was divided into six parts, he took out a longer cold needle with one hand, and with the other hand, he pushed away the clothes on the old man's chest, so he would stab the needle at the old man's heart.

"Are you a doctor?" All of a sudden, a woman in kimono stood next to the old man and asked Zhang Qian in blunt Chinese.

before Zhang Qian only looked at the old man and thought that all the women around the old man were flight attendants, so he didn't pay much attention to them. When he heard the news, he found that there was such a woman accompanying him. He wanted to come to the woman in kimono Who should be the old man?

"It's a doctor." Zhang Qian replied vaguely to the kimono woman.

The young woman in kimono was stunned.

A doctor?

So it's not a doctor?

And the kimono woman looked at the cold needle in Zhang Qian's hand, and her face was full of doubt.

Zhang Qian naturally knew that the woman in kimono was doubting his medical level, which was not the first time he met.

So Zhang Qianchao shook the cold needle in her hand: "are you the patient's family member? Do you want me to save people? Anyway, I don't want to save you Japanese people. "

Japanese!

When the kimono woman heard that Zhang Qian called them Japanese, her face suddenly showed a trace of anger.

Zhang Qian is not in the mood to fight with her. He is trying to go back to his seat.

Before going back to his seat, Zhang Qian, as a doctor, coldly told the kimono woman, "this old Japanese man has myocardial infarction. If you think about it for a second, he will be closer to death. Do you want me to give him an injection, please tell me quickly."

Kimono women naturally know that the elderly is myocardial infarction, and she also knows about myocardial infarction.

Kimono women often go back and forth between China and Japan. They also know that in China, there is a medical technique called acupuncture, but can acupuncture treat myocardial infarction?

She never heard of it!

But now it's on the plane. If the delay continues, the old man will surely die on the plane today.

So after a little hesitation, the kimono woman nodded to Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian looked at the expression of the kimono woman in his eyes. He hummed coldly in his heart, but he was not in a hurry to give the old man the needle.

Just now he took a close look at the old man and found that he could last another three or five minutes. Let him suffer a little more.

Zhang Qian's spare time made the kimono woman very anxious. She urged Zhang Qian to say, "what are you doing here? Why don't you give my master the needle?"

Zhang Qian was stunned: "he is your master?"

Zhang Qian has long heard that the Japanese are quite abnormal. He hopes to play games such as nurses, patients, masters and maids. He didn't expect to let him see a living maid today and still wear kimonos.

When the kimono woman began to urge him again, Zhang Qian lazily stretched out a finger to the other side.

The kimono woman didn't know, so Zhang Qian said, "if you want to save him, you can save 10 million Chinese currency."

All around the stewardesses were surprised to grow up and look at Zhang Qian.

How dare this man open his mouth? It will cost ten million? And it's Chinese currency!

Who will give it to him!

This man can't be a liar.

To tell you the truth, although it's more than 10 million, it's not impossible for the kimono woman and the old man.

As long as you can save the old man's life, let alone 10 million, that is 23 million, the kimono woman can also make the decision to Zhang Qian.

But Zhang Qian has not yet started to save people, and he doesn't know if he can save the old man later. He has to ask for money first, which makes people suspicious.

The kimono woman, like the stewardess, was worried that Zhang Qian was a liar, but now the situation is better than others. After struggling for a moment, the kimono woman's face showed a resolute determination and said, "give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer the money to you immediately, but you have to give the injection to my master right away. If my master has any problems, I promise you'll be a Chinese I can't get out of Cherry Blossom airport after the plane. "Zhang Qianchao shrugged her shoulders. She was amused. Is this threatening me?

I, Zhang Qian, have never been afraid of threats, not to mention threats from beautiful women, who are still Japanese.

Zhang Qian reported Su Yuxin's bank card number indifferently. He was smiling at Su Yuxin's face when she received the money. He looked at the kimono woman who was transferring money and said in his heart: you'd better not offend me. If you really want to offend me, hehe

After the kimono woman transferred her account, Zhang Qian changed the cold needle for the red needle.

For the Japanese, he was not so kind as to cure the old man's illness

Under the curious gaze of the stewardesses around and the uneasy gaze of the kimono women, Zhang Qian's red needle pricked and pulled out in front of the old man's chest.

"All right."

With a sigh of relief, Zhang Qian put the red needle in the box again with his right hand.

That's good?

People can't believe it.

Snow white kimono woman is also a face of incredible.

That's it?

Ten million!

The kimono woman looks at Zhang Qian's face and becomes gloomy. She is about to open her mouth to Zhang Qian. Unexpectedly, the comatose old man, who was lying flat on the soft carpet, suddenly grunts, and then opens his muddy eyes.

All around the stewardesses and kimono women are surprised.

Are you really awake?

The young man is not a liar!

When the old man woke up, Zhang Qian turned and returned to his seat.

And a group of stewardess followed him and asked him if he wanted to eat or drink. In a word, they regarded him as the king of diamonds.

It's no wonder that these flight attendants are so gallant. After all, they just look at Zhang Qian's way of making 10 million yuan in the blink of an eye and his calm attitude after making money. These flight attendants read countless men and immediately know that Zhang Qian is by no means an ordinary person, and they don't want to miss such a good opportunity if Zhang Qian is accompanied by a girl.

All the stewardess wriggled their waist and legs, left their mobile phone numbers beside Zhang Qian, and then reluctantly returned to their respective jobs under the urging of the captain.

At this time, under the explanation of the kimono woman, the old man also knew that it was Zhang Qian who saved himself.

So the old man came to Zhang Qian's seat after the flight attendants left.

"Thank you for saving me. What do you call me?"

Zhang Qian didn't want to talk to the old man, but he kept his attitude low.

As the saying goes, Zhang Qian had to put down the note with the phone numbers of the stewardess in his hand and said to the Japanese elder, "my name is Zhang Qian. Although I saved you, you don't have to thank me. I also take money to do business."

With that, Zhang Qian gave a meaningful smile to the kimono woman behind the old man.

When the kimono woman saw her, she turned her head and didn't want to look at Zhang Qian for a second.

The old man saw all this in his eyes, and he gave a clear smile. He thought that Zhang Qian had any idea about the kimono woman.

I saw the old man introduce to Zhang Qian: "my name is Guangtai Yamamoto, and this is my life assistant, Miss Masako Inoue. If you like Miss Masako, I can let Miss Masako accompany you for a few days. To be honest, Miss Masako is still pure."

After the old man finished talking to Zhang Qian with a smile, the kimono woman named Masako Inoue suddenly lost her countenance. But she looked at Yamamoto and lowered her head again. She did not dare to disobey Yamamoto's meaning.

Zhang Qian was shocked by Yamamoto's words.

Pure body?

Tell me what to do with this?

Although he had heard that the life of the upper class in Japan was very rotten, he didn't expect that Yamamoto would give Masako Inoue to him and accompany him in front of Masako Inoue.

Zhang Qian looks at Masako Inoue and finds that she is wearing kimono and has a strange flavor.

This If it had been before, he would have really agreed.

Fortunately, now there are several Su Yuxin, so that his concentration increased a lot.

Zhang Qian withdrew his wishful thinking and rejected Yamamoto's "generosity". However, the tone of his speech with Yamamoto is much better than just now.

After all, Zhang Qian felt that he should have some respect for an old man who could send his maiden to serve him.

Masako Inoue lowered her head, but her face was full of resentment:

when I got off the plane and arrived at Sakura airport, I would treat you as the host said.

An hour later, the plane landed smoothly at Sakura airport.

When Zhang Qian got off the plane and was about to step out of Cherry Blossom airport, a group of Japanese underworld groups with 15 or 6 bareheaded tattoos, all wearing black suits and dark glasses surrounded him.

One of them, who seemed to be the leader, said to Zhang Qian in Chinese: "you are Mr. Zhang Qian. Please come with us."This is the first time that Zhang Qianchang came to Japan when he was so big. Just after he got off the plane, he was blocked by the Japanese underworld. He thought a little in his heart and knew that this must be the work of Masako inoubian.