Businesswomen such as the doctor of the rebirth space

Chapter 160
After finishing speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, his expression clearly showed that he didn't want to care anymore.

It was only then that everyone noticed the dying old man on the stretcher behind the man in black, and looked at the old lady again.

The old lady asked with a bit of panic, "You, you, what do you mean?"

Ye Chen crossed his chest, smiled leisurely, and looked behind the old lady.

A group of twenty men in military uniforms were walking over quickly. The leader had handsome eyebrows and starry eyes, high nose and thin lips, wheat-colored skin, and army green military uniforms.

The target was clearly the old man on the stretcher.

The sign on the man's shoulder was shining with gold, and the man's status seemed to be quite high.

It seems that this time the old lady hit a hard nail.

Ye Chen pursed his lips, sneered, and walked while walking.

The leg she had just raised stopped in mid-air when she heard the title that the man in black bowed his head respectfully.

The two men in black yelled: "Song Sanshao, this subordinate accepts the crime. Mr. Song's condition is very bad."

Song Sanshao?
Could it be the third young master of the famous Song family of the Song family in Beijing.

Everyone said that the capital is the place where the royal family, nobles, and aristocratic families gather.

On the street, any random person might be a relative of a certain big family.

However, among them, there are still several detached families with the same reputation, which can be said to be overwhelming.

Song, Mo, Wang, Zhao.

Among them, among the juniors in this lifetime, there are several extremely outstanding young people.

One is the third son of the Song family, Song Ziqing.

The second is Wang Qinghan, the youngest of the Wang family.

The third is, the second young master of the Mo family, Mo Qingjue.

The fourth is the youngest of the Zhao family, Zhao Mohan.

And according to Ye Chen's information, the Song family's third young master was training in the army during this period, and it seems that his status is not low.

The Song family and the Wang family have always been at odds, and the relationship can be said to be incompatible.

The enemy of the enemy is the friend.

Ye Chen smiled, took back his steps, turned around, and looked at the third young master of the Song family.

Although there are quite a few wealthy children who can take on less characters, they really have that kind of nobleness from the bottom of their bones. Ye Chen thought, except for the one in front of him, I am afraid that there are not many in the entire Huaxia Kingdom. .

His straight military uniform outlines a tight and handsome figure, and his black high-top boots are tightly attached to his slender and powerful calves, making him handsome.

The temples are cut like knives, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the nose is high and the lips are thin, and the color is like the dawn of spring, giving him a good appearance.

Even though Ye Chen was used to male sex, he couldn't help but say hello.

This Song Ziqing's excellence is different from Xiao Ziteng's domineering and cold, Gong Yiran's gentleness, and Xu Zhengduo's gentleness and delicacy.

His appearance is outstanding among the crowd, but what makes him even more extraordinary is his noble aura, which can be seen from the big family's years of luxurious life.

Noble and arrogant.

When Song Ziqing heard the words of the two men in black, he didn't even frown, and said calmly, "Go back and accept the crime. You will be confined in a quiet room for a month."

The two men in black buried their heads even lower, they just responded neatly: "Yes, Third Young Master."

Seeing this posture, the old lady knew that something was wrong, and she didn't care about any compensation or whether any bones were broken, so she shrank her head and wanted to get into the crowd.

Song Ziqing just stared at the old lady with a faint look for a second.

Immediately behind him, three men in military uniform walked out, and with a few strides, they picked up the old lady's collar like an eagle picking up a chick.

The old lady was so frightened that she was half dead, she kept yelling: "Help, I killed someone, the soldier killed me in the street, I killed someone, help me, I'm going to die!"

Song Ziqing frowned slightly and scratched his ears.

Immediately someone understood and gagged the old lady's mouth.

The old lady could only whine.

Ye Chen took a closer look, and found that the cloth stuffing the old lady was actually a rag.

I don't know how those men in military uniform can conjure up a piece of torn rag so miraculously.

The old lady was lifted up by the whole sky, but she couldn't cry out, she could only thump her hands and feet in vain.

That was a real embarrassment.

Ye Chen sneered.

Does this mean that the wicked have their own way?

Song Ziqing looked at the old man on the stretcher, frowned, and asked the man in black, "How's the situation?"

The man in black lowered his head and replied respectfully: "Mr. Song suffered a knife wound on his chest. The wound was deep and he couldn't move casually. He also lost a lot of blood. I'm afraid the situation is not good now."

Song Ziqing frowned and asked, "Would you like to call an ambulance?"

The man in black lowered his head and replied, "The nearest hospital is half an hour's drive away. I'm afraid the old man won't be able to support it."

Song Ziqing lowered his head, his tall nose cast a light shadow on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The men in military uniform also bowed their heads in silence, not daring to take a breath.

For a moment, the scene was quiet and a needle could be heard.

Only the yelling of the old lady echoed in the scene.

Seeing this situation, Ye Chen slightly hooked his lips, raised his legs, and walked over.

Everyone's eyes turned to her at the same time.

It can be said that it is under the watchful eyes of all.

Ye Chen stood still, calm and relaxed, straightened his back, and walked towards Song Ziqing.

She stood in front of Song Ziqing, looked up into his eyes, and said word by word: "Song Sanshao, I know a little about medicine, can you let me try it."

Song Ziqing looked down at her, his dark eyes firmly captured her.

Those gazes were fierce and arrogant, with weapons and killing, which made people feel a desire to submit from the bottom of their hearts.

Ye Chen didn't move, bent over with a shallow smile, his expression was still as calm as the wind, neither sad nor happy.

The wind lifted her light green skirt, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

The atmosphere seemed to be frozen by Song Ziqing's eyes. Everyone looked down at their toes, and no one dared to take a random step.

After a while, Song Ziqing finally spoke. He pursed his lips, arrogantly: "Why should I trust you?"

Ye Chen smiled, spread his hands, and said with a smile: "Song Sanshao has no other choice, does he?"

Before Song Ziqing could react, Ye Chen continued to smile and said, "Mr. Song was stabbed in the right chest. The incision was deep, but the wound was narrow, so the blood loss rate was not particularly fast, so he could support him until now. However, if he guessed correctly, Mr. Song should There are also diabetes and heart disease, if they are not dealt with in time within 10 minutes, the consequences will be disastrous, isn't it?"

When he said the last sentence, Ye Chen smiled and stared into Song Ziqing's eyes.

(End of this chapter)