The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 1284: Someone Worse Than President Bai (24)

It was half an hour before the ambulance arrived at Sun's villa.

When the emergency doctor arrived, Fan Xing was still under the bed.

"Why don't you pull your young master out?"

"What if I get injured?" The bodyguards looked at each other.

They didn't dare to move not because of anything else, but mainly because they were afraid of causing secondary harm to their young master.

"Pull it out and break it again at most. In this situation, the edge of the bed directly presses the back..."

The emergency doctor didn't dare to continue talking.

Judging from his personal experience.

Even if Fan Xing was rescued in the end, he might be paralyzed.

But considering that Fan Xing is related to Huaguo Water Curtain Group after all.

If the Huaguo Water Curtain Group is willing to provide some good pills for body cultivation.

I can barely resume walking, but I'm not sure about the others...

With the current comprehension medical technology, physical damage and bone fractures are not a big deal for a comprehension practitioner.

The scariest thing is actually a nerve injury.

Even if Fan Xing can be rescued and regain the ability to walk, he will only become a cripple in the end.

Maybe even the balance will be a problem.

Let alone Yujian flying, running is a problem.

After simple identification and bandaging, the emergency doctor commanded the on-site personnel to finally dig out Fan Xing who had been under the bed for a long time, and carried him onto a stretcher.

"Doctor, what's the matter with my young master?"

"I also want to ask you what's going on...why can you make it look like the scene of a car accident when you fall asleep in the room!"

The bodyguard looked aggrieved: "It seems to be a doorknob top. The nail fell off. The young master didn't pay attention. He stepped on the nail, and then because of the severe pain, he lost his balance and hit the bed, causing the whole bed to overturn..."

"What about the door?" asked the doctor.

"It was when I kicked the door to save the young master, I accidentally stabbed him..." said the bodyguard.

"..."

The emergency doctor sighed, and then made a preliminary appraisal of Fan Xing's injury.

"Skull shattered, brain matter mixed with blood oozing from the crack."

"The sole of the foot was pierced by black iron nails, and there may be tetanus."

"The spine was compressed, causing intermittent shock."

"Because he fell to the ground all of a sudden, and the floor in the room is made of high-quality black stone, which is extremely hard, causing your young master's knee to shatter."

"At the same time, a rib pierced through the chest after the fracture, and somehow inserted into the pouch of the lower body..."

"What pouch?"

"A man...what else can he have..."

When the emergency doctor said this, he couldn't help but feel a kind of sadness in his heart.

A rib holds the contents together like a kebab...

He had never seen such a miraculous operation.

Of course, this is not the end.

"The strangest thing is that there is still cotton wool in the mouth... I just took a quick look with the scanning magic weapon, and some cotton wool is blocked in the lungs and stomach, and surgery is needed as soon as possible."

"Then...then is there any help for my young master..."

The bodyguards looked shocked.

With such a big incident happening to Fan Xing, they might not be able to keep their jobs.

"This is also the strangest place for me..."

The emergency doctor glanced at Fan Xing on the stretcher.

All these injuries are not fatal injuries, but added together, they are enough to kill someone.

But the strangest thing is that Fan Xing is still breathing...

He is still tenaciously alive...

When the ambulance arrived at Sun's villa earlier, the emergency doctor had already thought that something was wrong, because it took them a lot of time to get here because of the long distance.

According to the bodyguard's description, Fan Xing's injury seems to be serious, and it should be said that there is no hope of treatment...

The ghost knows that even with such a serious injury, Fan Xing is still breathing.

"It seems that everything is God's will."

At this moment, the emergency doctor stared at Fan Xing and sighed inwardly.

He felt that Fan Xing was really lucky.

If it wasn't for God's blessing, how could this man be alive?

...

Fan Xing him, walked very peacefully.

He was sent out of Sun's villa on a stretcher.

The accompanying bodyguards followed behind, weeping bitterly as if in mourning.

In Rong Sun's room, Odd Zhuo watched this scene from a distance, feeling as if Fan Xing had really died.

"Senior Death Heaven, is he really still alive?" Odd Zhuo looked in disbelief.

"In fact, compared to letting a person die, I am actually better at pressing the blood line. It is to keep people in a half-dead state."

Death Tiandao said: "There used to be an old saying that the wicked will reap their own rewards. This is actually true. For these wicked people, I often figure out some ways to press the blood line so that they will die after suffering painful punishment... and These people usually end up committing suicide."

Lotus Sun and Odd Zhuo: "..."

Odd Zhuo: "Sister Sun Rong, what should I do next?"

Sun Rong: "The next thing is very simple, please senior Zhuo clean up all the things in my room. Then find a secluded place and burn them for me."

Odd Zhuo: "All burned?"

Sun Rong thought about it carefully: "Ah! There are two things that cannot be burned!"

"What?"

"Let's keep my wardrobe and desk for now."

It's not that the girl is reluctant, but that there are some private clothes in the closet.

If this is taken out and burned in broad daylight...it seems a bit inappropriate...

As for the desk.

The textbooks left in it are second.

It's just that the girl remembered the copybook that she secretly hid earlier.

Wang Ling's handwriting is very beautiful.

She has been secretly imitating.

Zhuo Yi was Wang Ling's apprentice.

How embarrassing it would be for senior Zhuo Yi to see him imitating Wang Linglian's copybook...

"What about the other things?"

"It's all burned, just buy it again."

"OK……"

Zhuo Wei smiled wryly, after all, it was the thinking of rich people.

Use the "Great Sacrifice Technique" in conjunction with Death's Heavenly Dao.

Except for the two unburned items designated by Lotus Sun, Odd Zhuo almost burned everything in the girl's room.

It is equivalent to moving Sun Rong's own room into the inner space of Buddha Golden Lotus.

"Do you want to burn a WiFi?" Odd Zhuo asked.

"No need, Senior Zhuo, I can receive network signals here." Sun Rong replied.

"..."

Odd Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

But on second thought, it's not so strange.

This Buddha Golden Lotus was originally something the monk kept for himself for self-protection.

It is estimated that the monk has also thought about the operation of surfing the Internet in the soul space.

There is nothing to do these days, even if you die...you can't disconnect from the Internet!

Therefore, this Buddha space also comes with a private WiFi set by the golden lamp, which can be automatically connected as long as you are in the space of the Buddha Golden Lotus.

After restoring the Internet access function, Sun Rong logged into her account.

Because she is the president of the student union, Sun Rong is the leader of the No. 60 Middle School campus group.

Regarding her matter, not to mention the class group, even the campus group discussion was very lively.

But Sun Rong was not in a hurry to report everyone's safety.

Instead, like Wang Ling, he learned to spy on the screen...