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"Su Yu, what are you doing?"

The oily young man was angry and pointed at Chen Jun: "Who is he?"

"Who is he that you want to take care of? Xiang Pingsheng, why do you interfere with me?" Su Yu immediately held Chen Jun's hand, looking high and white and slender.

Chen Jun couldn't help but sigh. He saw the couple arguing before getting on the boat, and now it was as he expected.

"You you you!!!"

The oil-headed young man named Xiang Pingsheng was trembling with anger, his face was red, and his breath was getting faster and faster: "Bitch!"

A slap was about to hit Su Yu's delicate face, but it stopped mid-air. Xiang Pingsheng looked to see that Su Yu had not hit him, but then his body fell backwards.

"Life!"

Su Yu exclaimed.

Chen Jun had quick eyes and quick hands. He rushed forward and hugged him to avoid causing him secondary damage.

call!

A black shadow flashed past, and his arm shook, hitting Chen Jun on the wrist.

There was a muffled grunt, and the force coming from his wrist almost made him stagger. He stabilized his body, and when he glanced at it from the corner of his eye, he saw that his wrist was already turning blue and swollen.

With a slight anger in his heart, Chen Jun looked at the dark figure holding Xiang Pingsheng, but he was met with a sharp and angry gaze, which made people feel heart-stopping.

The man in front of me is thin and lean, with strong nuggets of fingers. He wears an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit and has a majestic air.

"Uncle Yao, you have nothing to do in your life." Su Yu was a little anxious.

Yao Fan didn't answer, and then two people walked up to the front deck.

One of them, also in a Chinese tunic suit and slightly older in appearance, rushed to Xiang Pingsheng in a hurry. He skillfully took out a bottle of English medicine from his pocket and stuffed a few capsules and water into the mouth of Xiang Pingsheng, who was in a coma.

Followed by Wang Jiazhi, shaking his head slightly.

Could it be that he had seen through it and had his intentions guessed? Chen Jun felt troubled.

"Uncle Xiang, will everything be fine in your life?"

Seeing that Xiang Pingsheng, who had been given the medicine, was still awake, Su Yu was finally frightened and cried.

At this time, the lean man suddenly stood up, his fingers were like hooks, and he suddenly slapped Chen Jun.

Goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body. For some reason, Chen Jun smelled a trace of blood at this moment. No matter what, this person was extremely dangerous.

The warning signal roared, and Chen Jun's body side was barely able to avoid the claw, but the corners of his clothes were torn and rolled up in an instant.

Yao Fan's eyes were slightly startled, he took a step forward, and tried to slap him again with a powerful and heavy palm.

"Yao Fan, stop, hurry up and ask the British doctor to come out."

Upon hearing this resolute middle-aged man's words, the man named Yao Fan immediately rushed to the upper level without hesitating for a moment.

It seems that he has been noticed that people in this era are not easy to mess with. Chen Jun choked on the words "He can save people" and did not say it out.

Now it is obvious that people will not trust him, and this young man is either rich or noble, so if anything goes wrong, he will definitely not have any good consequences.

"Young man, if I have offended you in any way in my life, I will apologize to you on his behalf."

The middle-aged Chen Jun in front of him, whose eyebrows were somewhat similar to Xiang Pingsheng's, held his hands in his hands and looked calm and relaxed, which surprised Chen Jun.

It is true that the Republic of China was full of dragons, snakes and grass.

"Sir, you're welcome. I'm very sorry for this kind of accident." Chen Jun bowed his hands in salute: "But your young master must have a heart disease."

The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Jun unexpectedly and remained silent.

Chen Jun didn't ask for trouble either.

Yao Fan arrived very quickly, bringing a blond and blue-eyed British doctor with him in just one minute, followed by a group of foreigners in suits and ties.

Chen Jun stood silently and observed in the dark. The middle-aged man stood up and walked towards the foreigners next to the British doctor. He hugged them one after another in fluent English and expressed his gratitude to them for being able to borrow the doctor.

Chen Jun's English is good, he has a normal medical level of CET-6, and he has spent a lot of time in the English corner, so he has no problem with basic conversations.

The doctor in a brown suit took out his stethoscope and observed Xiang Pingsheng's body for another half minute. Then he stood up, shook his head, and walked to several foreigners who looked like important people to talk.

He was a little far away from Chen Jun, but he still vaguely heard the word 'shock'.

In an instant, Yao Fan's expression changed greatly as did the middle-aged man. In this era of drugs, equipment, and measures, facing shock is equivalent to directly announcing that he is waiting to die.

"Is there any other way? It doesn't matter how much money you have. I can give you a profit in the business."

The middle-aged man finally lost his composure and begged with words.

Chen Jun saw from the side that even so, the foreigners' faces seemed moved, but they still shook their heads.

"Who can help me?" The middle-aged man's face turned pale, and he immediately took out the various banknotes in his arms, raised them high and shouted to everyone around him: "Money, money!!!"

Various foreigners on the ship looked greedily at the banknotes, but when they saw Xiang Pingsheng lying on the deck, they stopped moving.

This may be an old father's earnest plea. Chen Jun felt a little guilty and felt that he seemed too dirty and despicable.

"I can save him!" Chen Jun stood up and said in Chinese.

"Do you have the nerve to stand up? What's your intention?" Yao Fan looked at Wang Jiazhi and gave Chen Jun a deep look, his anger burning fiercely.

"you?"

The unfocused pupils of the middle-aged man finally gained color, and he slowly walked up to Chen Jun, his eyes as scary as knives: "I don't care what the purpose of what you did before, as long as I can wake up in my life, I can forget everything, no matter how much it takes."

The money is whatever you want?"

"I don't want money!" Chen Jun said quietly.

It turned out that in Chen Jun's plan, Xiang Pingsheng only needed to suffer a little, but he did not expect that it would suddenly turn into this. In the face of life, he felt that he needed to try his best to make up for all this, and he solemnly swore an oath when he entered the medical school.

"Mr. Xiang, does he have medical skills? Can he treat people?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand to stop Yao Fan, perhaps because Chen Jun in front of him had judged Xiang Pingsheng's condition at a glance, or perhaps he wanted to grasp the last straw and looked at Chen Jun: "How sure are you?"

"Ten...eighty percent." Chen Jun said specifically in English.

There is no good method in this era for sudden respiratory hypoxia caused by heart disease, but it does not mean that there are no methods in modern times.

As for why he speaks in English, he wants to teach foreigners a lesson. I believe they can see the value of the method he demonstrates next.

When he finished speaking, watching him walk towards Xiang Pingsheng's body, it really caused an uproar and shock among the foreigners.

Regardless of whether they were worried about money or really in the medical field, it was difficult to understand why this black-haired, black-eyed yellow man dared to step forward.

madness!

When the British doctor made his judgment, he had already announced the death of the young man lying on the deck. They firmly believed that because they were the unshakable authority in this regard.

Walking to Xiang Pingsheng's body, Chen Jun knelt on his knees, touched his neck with his fingers, and slid them horizontally to the left to the depth of the largest muscle in the neck. The carotid artery was beating weakly.

There is still hope~

Chen Jun touched various parts of his body again to determine the strength and frequency of cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

Well, besides stacking the chest, artificial respiration is unavoidable. This seems like digging a hole for yourself and jumping out of it.

But back then, a medical school teacher performed CPR on more than 60-year-old anatomy teachers. What did that mean to him?

Doctors are kind-hearted. Chen Jun took a deep breath and tried his best to abandon all thoughts.