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Chapter 159 The Persimmon's Trouble

Persimmon was breathing heavily, and Sister Xingfu got up and walked to Uncle Lingzi, and said in a low voice, "Maybe I ran into Guiyi."

"Well, no matter what, let's stabilize his yang energy first. He is a devil, but he is still a living person after all. On the surface, it should be that the yin energy suddenly rushed into the body and has not been completely resolved. Call your mother to write a prescription. Grab the traditional Chinese medicine, fry it and send it to the hospital."

"Ah."

Persimmon didn't speak, her breathing gradually weakened from the shortness at the beginning.Before the ambulance came, Xiaopang shouted with red eyes: "What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him?"

The owner of the official wealth store also hurriedly shouted: "Hey, can you carry it to the corner over there first. If he is like this... if he... dies, don't stay at my door."

As soon as Xiaopang rushed over and grabbed his collar, he shouted: "Get out of here! Do you still have any humanity?" His expression was as if if the boss said one more word, he would be able to fight. As dead as him.

Brother Chen rushed over and dragged Xiaopang over, and also shouted: "Psimmon will be fine! Calm down!"

Uncle Ling shook his head and said, "It's really a bunch of brats. I thought Ah Chen would be able to become a teacher after following Xiaojing for so many years. He can't stand it either."

Happiness immediately helped Brother Chen to speak: "That's not true, he can usually stand alone. It's just... a bit unable to bear setbacks." [

"It's not the same. In this industry, no one has encountered trouble. If you can't stand a little setback, then wait for death."

Happiness doesn't know what to say.The two people looking over there shook their heads.

The ambulance took Qu Censhi away.A group of people also drove up.Xiaopang didn't have the heart to worry about the door panels at this time.Compared with brothers, what is the door panel?

But Ling Zi still had a heart, followed by the already uncomfortable, uneasy, and fearful boss and said: "The door panel is just like this, don't move it." He originally wanted to say that they might still need it.I thought it would be fine to give some more money.But after hesitating for a moment, he still said, "If you move, you will attract that kind of thing."

Ling Zi felt that this sentence was much more useful than giving him hundreds or thousands of dollars.

The boss nodded quickly, hoping that they would all leave immediately.He shouldn't have promised them these things a few days ago.

Outside the emergency room of the hospital, none of them informed.Who can be notified of this matter?Persimmon grandparents?Forget it, Uncle Ling will be scolded to death by them.Tell Tiansi, forget it, Tiansi's position on this matter is already delicate, so don't take this risk now.

It was quiet outside the emergency room, and time passed slowly.No one mentioned dinner, and it was already nine o'clock.

Fatty leaned against the white hospital wall, and said in a choked voice, "If I hadn't insisted on removing the door panel, Persimmon wouldn't be in this state."

Happiness rolled his eyes at him, took out his mobile phone and whispered into it, "Mom, are you ready? We...the five of us haven't had dinner yet."

Brother Chen leaned against Happy's side, and asked in a low voice, "Is the persimmon all right?"

"Well, I'm flying a kite. Even if something happens, it won't be a big deal." Brother Chen didn't know much about kite flying.

As soon as I finished talking here, the door of the emergency room opened.A doctor came out and said, "Who is the family?"

Uncle Ling stepped forward naturally.Xiaopang wanted to squeeze to the front, but Chen Ge pulled him back.

The doctor said: "Why did you hurt your hand? There are more than a dozen cuts. They are all superficial wounds, which have already been treated with medicine and are not wrapped. I am afraid that if the wrap is covered, it will easily leak water and fester. Just let it dry. Go tomorrow. Just bake the wound and let the wound dry. You can go to the office with me. I will write a disposition sheet for you, and you can pay the money.”[

The two walked to the doctor's office, and Xiaopang asked anxiously from behind: "Doctor! Doctor! How long will he be hospitalized?"

The doctor looked at Xiaopang suspiciously and said: "Pay the money later, bring some medicine, and you can go back. You don't need to be hospitalized for such a small skin trauma. Remember to come here tomorrow to bake the wound, or you will be slow."

"Not hospitalized? He...he..." Fatty pointed to the emergency room and said in disbelief, "He vomited blood!"

The doctor frowned and said, "Isn't it just biting the flesh in my mouth? The wound is a little bigger. Spray some watermelon cream, take some vitamin E, and it will be fine in a few days. How big of a problem is this? Are you still in the hospital? Hospital beds are tight."

As soon as the doctor and Uncle Ling left, Miss Xingfu went up and patted Xiaopang's completely dumbfounded face: "Are you still crying?"

It took Xiaopang a while to come back to his senses, and said: "No way." When he saw Persimmon coughing suddenly, then vomiting blood, it took him a long time to open his eyes, and he was still panting heavily, and The blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he really thought... thought... now it turned out to be a skin trauma, plus he bit his mouth.

"Then the doctor didn't check clearly?" Xiaopang shouted.

Sister Xingfu took out her mobile phone again and called her mother, saying, "Mom, the persimmons don't need to be hospitalized. They just had skin trauma and bit their mouth. You can make some meat porridge and let it hang out. When we go back, he will also come to the hospital." I can have some porridge."

The rest seems to be going well.After paying the money and taking the medicine, we went to Aunt Jin's house together.

Along the way, Persimmon didn't speak, he just woke up, facing Xiaopang's constant questioning, he didn't say a word, just rolled his eyes from time to time.

Just his expression made Xiaopang even more anxious, thinking whether to go back to the hospital and let the doctor check if he had a brain injury.

The car stopped in Aunt Jinzi's community, and Happiness couldn't bear Xiaopang's nagging anymore, and said: "He doesn't talk because his mouth hurts, he doesn't want to say it, he doesn't want to say it."

Fatty just shut up.

When I went upstairs, everyone ate first. From 04:30 to 09:30, I was so nervous just now, I was really hungry.

Aunt Jinzi prepared a table of delicious food for them.It's just that there is a large bowl of rotten meat porridge in front of the persimmon.Aunt Jinzi also said: "Eat some first. Put watermelon cream after eating. It will be much better tomorrow."

The persimmon reluctantly took a bite, this kind of rotten stuff really didn't suit his taste.And the spoon is held in the left hand.His right hand is now untouchable.But now it seems that there is no choice.Seeing the few of them, eating soy bean pork knuckles and sweet and sour pork ribs made by Happy Dad, he felt even more upset, and muttered, "It's not fair."

Uncle Ling watched him speak, and then asked, "Is it better? Can you tell me what happened?"

Qu Censhi rolled his eyes at him, took a few bites with difficulty, then took out his phone, turned on the projection function, and typed with his right hand.He really doesn't want to talk now.It hurts every time I speak.

Then it took him almost an hour to write out what happened in that dimension.Uncle Ling Zi was full, and he and Happy Dad changed into Kung Fu tea and drank slowly, watching him type.

Just as he was pressing the crack with his hands and trying to pull the yellow paper out, he felt something approaching in the darkness.Very cold feeling.

Persimmon is not familiar with the manipulation of this kind of space.The space created by ghosts can lock people up and deny others from entering.But persimmon can't do it, his ability is very weak.The Yin Qi on his body is not strong either.And he was paying attention to the yellow paper in the crack with all his heart, and he didn't feel it until the coldness was approaching.

Because there is only him and the door panel, which is a little bright, and the rest is pitch black.It made him unable to see what was close to him.He knew that he could get out of here immediately, and the things in the darkness would not be able to hurt him.But he couldn't bear to just give up the yellow paper in the door panel.That may be the only chance for Jingjing to change.If he gave up, he would never have the chance to get this contract again.

With the fear of the unknown, Persimmon stepped up to close the gap.Just when he finally grabbed the corner of the yellow paper, a hand flew out of the darkness and punched him in the chest.He backed away quickly.

This is his space, which can change with his consciousness.There was only one thought in his mind: "Leave! Leave quickly!"

Just as he stepped back, he tripped and fell.Only then did he bite into his own mouth.He fell down, and suddenly coughed violently in his chest.With such a cough, blood spurted out of his mouth.

He woke up, opened his eyes and saw Xiaopang crying there.He opened his mouth to speak, but his uneasy heart was still immersed in the fear of the hand just now.Coupled with the pain in his mouth, he simply didn't say anything.

Xiaopang looked at such a long passage, and felt that he was the most embarrassing one in this matter.In addition, Aunt Jinzi was there, and he felt even more ashamed. "I said persimmon. You are fine, you just look at us and worry. You can't bear the pain and tell us we are safe?"

Persimmon turned a blind eye and he didn't speak.Happiness held an apple and smiled there: "Haha, he said it, how can I see you crying?"

Xiaopang gave Happiness a blank look, and said angrily, "Isn't it just a hand? Are you so scared? Who is that?"

Persimmon wrote: "I don't know, in the darkness, only one hand flew over."

"Flying man?" Happiness said.

"No!" Brother Chen said, and now Brother Chen has calmed down a lot, "In that space, the flying hands can't get in. The flying hands are unconscious, so someone should be manipulating it. "

Uncle Lingzi said: "It should be Guiyi. At the beginning, Persimmon's father knew how to make things out of folding paper to complete the task. Whether it is in terms of technique or purpose, Guiyi The possibility is very high." He said, taking out a test tube from the equipment, pouring out the yellow piece of paper inside,

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