The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Chapter 152: Studying medicine cannot save cultivators!

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A powerful person in the transformation stage went directly into a state of shock due to two backlashes. It is hard to imagine how powerful that power is.

In the evening, Director Li received another call from the leader. He continued to deal with a patient who had hung up on the green rescue channel.

On the way, Director Li's assistant was reporting the situation to him.

"How is the patient's condition now?"

"After preliminary diagnosis, it was shock caused by concussion... "

Director Li was stunned for a moment: "..." How could it be said that Tamar had a concussion... Are the brains of cultivators these days so fragile? !

"What causes it?"

"The surveillance of the Haixing Road section by the Xiuzhen Police Department showed that the patient fell from the sky and hit the green belt. The reason is still under investigation..." the assistant replied: "However, it is preliminary concluded that the patient was injured. The trauma should not be related to the fall from a high altitude. Her concussion had already occurred before the fall. The Xiuzhen Police Department dispatched a police officer with extensive experience in criminal investigation. Based on his judgment, he believed that the real cause of the patient’s injury should be related to Qian Qian. It’s related to the explosion that occurred in the high-end apartment building meters away.”

Director Li nodded: "Yes, I understand. I'm on my way there now. Please follow up on the incident. If you know the cause of the patient's injury, you must tell me as soon as possible... In the city bureau, give me another A death order was issued, saying that this man’s life must be saved.”

Assistant: "Don't worry, Director, Officer Wang is very experienced. He is fully investigating the case and analyzing the reasons for the case! He just finished watching the entire season of "Detective Conan"!"

“…”

For some reason, Director Li felt like he was about to cry.

Sure enough, studying medicine cannot save cultivators!

That night, around ten o'clock in the evening, a person who shouldn't be here came outside the Wang family's villa.

Song Qingshu stood at the door of the villa with a briefcase with five holes poked in it in his left hand and his long johns tightly held in his right hand.

According to Song Qingshu's original plan, he should have boarded the supersonic plane to Mi Xiu Country. However, at the last moment, Song Qingshu found that he was timid.

He escaped from Muxian Castle, tried to break away from the organization, and seriously injured Bao Niang's right-hand man A Zuo. Bao Niang will definitely use all her strength to track him down and kill him. Song Qingshu felt that he had no way out. Now even if I escape to a foreign country... it's still very unsafe!

What should I do, myself

Song Qingshu meditated for a long time in the small garden downstairs of the apartment complex, quietly reviewing his life. I feel that whenever I do bad things since I was a child, it seems that everything goes poorly...

Once, he deliberately cheated others in a ranked match, and ended up meeting a young man with incredible hand speed. The man claimed to be Ye Xiu, and used a hero blaster to blast five people on the opposite side, killing them five times in a row. More than thirty times, the opponent finally surrendered directly...

Once again, he snatched a lollipop from a child at home, only to be beaten back. The kid not only claimed that he was a Shaolin lay disciple, that he had learned qigong from qigong master Wang Lin, but also learned S-shaped snakeskin walking from talk show actor Bobo...

Once again, he peeped on a young lady taking a shower, and was almost caught and hammered into a geoduck by her boyfriend... The man claimed to be the school belle's personal personal expert, and had countless girlfriends, and his girlfriends also treated him badly. All can live in peace!

Song Qingshu was thinking about life. The sound of the police car from the Xiuzhen Police Station and the rescue vehicle from the Fire Department, accompanied by a burst of dazzling red warning lights, drove through the gate of the community in a swagger... At that moment, Song Qingshu's brain seemed to have been dripped with a small amount of... I opened Selu and figured it out in an instant!

Now that things have happened, he has nowhere to go. If he insists on going, then the Wang family's small villa is his only way to go.

However, what reason should I use to find the seniors in this villa

Song Qingshu looked at the long johns in his hand, which had saved his life twice, and gritted his teeth...

So now, he stood at the door of the Wang family's villa.

It was past ten o'clock, and no one was asleep in the Wang family's small villa. Madam Wang is upstairs watching dramas and applying facial mask, Papa Wang is still working hard for his readers in the study room, and the old man is watching a new large-scale ethical and bitter drama "Old Driver Take Me" downstairs. This TV series tells the story It tells the story of a disabled retired driver who, in order to realize his dream of becoming a champion driver, took his two daughters to race cars in Qiu Mingshan, and finally trained them to become champion veteran drivers.

Just when the old man was lost in thought, the doorbell of the villa suddenly rang. The old man was old and slightly deaf, so he finally regained consciousness after the doorbell rang for a while. At the same time, Wang Ling on the second floor also looked down...

"Who is it?" The old man walked slowly over with his hands behind his back. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man standing at the door a little dejectedly. Judging by his appearance, the man was already in his thirties, and his face looked a little haggard, unshaven, and a little unkempt.

The old man narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

Song Qingshu used his spiritual sense to test it slightly, and found that the old man standing in front of him seemed to be just an ordinary old man with no spiritual power at all. However, even so, Song Qingshu still did not dare to show any slightness.

What if... someone deliberately hid their power

"Senior..." He looked at the old man timidly. After a while, he finally took a deep breath, looked at the old man in front of him as if he had gathered enough courage, and held up the long johns in his hands: "I... I am I’m here to return my long johns!”

Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment and realized that these long johns were indeed his own. Because the old man originally bought these long johns from the textile market. When there was a general sale, the old man bought dozens of pairs at once. The old man knows this familiar texture exactly.

"They are my long johns." The old man nodded, looked at Song Qingshu and asked, "Are you in trouble?"

Even though it had been almost an hour since Azulai's assassination, Song Qingshu's hands were still shaking. He was speechless and didn't know what to say.

After all, the old man is still an old man in the world. When he was young and was hanging out with the public, he never saw anyone. Having been a chef for decades, I have seen all kinds of diners. Those diners frowned, and the old man knew what the other person was thinking like a tapeworm.

The old man could see that Song Qingshu's real purpose was not as simple as returning his long trousers. I'm afraid I don't want anything else. And it's so late now. It's obviously not normal to choose this time to come to the door.

Sighing, the old man patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder: "Young man, come in first... If you have any difficulties, you have to speak up. If you don't speak up, how will I know?"

(End of chapter)