The female president's personal fairy

Chapter 68

Lan Lan was frightened to death, ran over to hold Uncle Fu's hand, and shouted with tears: "Uncle, stop beating! No matter how big it is, people will die!"

Uncle Fu showed a kind smile again, and said to Lan Lan, "Little girl, don't be afraid, nothing will happen."

Later, he took out an electromagnetic lighter, lit the pipe in his mouth, and took a few puffs.Then he waved his pipe and said to A Biao and others, "Okay, stop playing! Missy is still in the emergency room, let's go first!"

After Uncle Fu brought A Biao and others to the hospital, Meng Yan got up.Lan Lan hurried over to support him, took out some tissues from her bag and asked him to wipe the blood under his nostrils.

Meng Yan had several bruises on his face and a bump on his forehead at that time, but he deliberately didn't need to mix Yuan Gong's treatment.Moreover, when swabbing the donated blood under his nostrils, he left some blood on purpose.He wanted Xie Bingqian to see these scars when she was awake, and then took the opportunity to propose not contacting her again.
So, after wiping the blood, Meng Yan waved to Lan Lan and said, "Please take me to the emergency room. I want to see her."

Lan Lan asked anxiously, "Aren't you afraid that those people will beat you again? I think you'd better not go, and go to Qianqian after those people leave!"

Meng Yan said casually, "It's okay. They have hit me once, and I believe there will be no second time. Qianqian is because I was drunk. I feel very guilty now and want to see her sooner."

Lan Lan nodded with relief and said, "With you, Qianqian's drunkenness tonight is worth it. When she wakes up, I will definitely tell her what you just said."

Later, she took Meng Yan into the hospital, walked west along the corridor on the first floor, until she reached the end, which was the emergency room.

At this time, Xie Bingqian had been transferred to the observation room.The doctor prescribed camphor and other anti-alcohol and stomach-protecting drugs.The nurse also gave her an injection.There were no other patients in the observation room.

Uncle Fu, A Biao and six other bodyguards stood outside the observation room.When Meng Yan wanted to enter the observation room, Uncle Fu held out his pipe and stopped Meng Yan. "Xiao, sir, please stop, Qianqian's father has already told me: From now on, you must stay away from this eldest lady, otherwise, you will know the consequences yourself!"

Meng Yan smiled and said, "I'm a medical student, and I know a little about the techniques of traditional Chinese medicine massage sobering up. Please let me in. I can make Qianqian wake up immediately."

Where did Uncle Fu believe his words?He shook his pipe a few times, and said in a cold, non-negotiable tone: "Sir, Xiao, I hope you respect yourself and don't ask for trouble!"

Seeing how pedantic and stubborn he was, Meng Yan couldn't help but rushed into the observation room.

When he was a teenager, Uncle Fu learned martial arts from Xie Benhu.Although he is short and short, he is very good at martial arts.Otherwise, he couldn't be Xie Benhu Butler.

His personal weapon is the brass pipe in his hand.

When he saw Meng Yan suddenly rushing into the door sideways, he snorted coldly, and suddenly swiped his copper pipe towards Meng Yan's neck, forcing him to retreat.

The thing was like this, before his pipe reached Meng Yan's neck, he suddenly felt numb in his wrist, and his five fingers suddenly stopped working.The copper pipe fell to the ground with a "slap".

He raised his head in astonishment, but saw Meng Yan staring at him.He said with a half-smile: "There is an old saying, 'Everything must be in order, so that we can meet in the future'." I just want to see Qianqian and keep her awake, but you keep stopping her.So bullying! "

While speaking, he dived into the internal force, a mixed Yuan Qi condensed on the fingers holding Uncle Fu's wrist, and poured it in through his Neiguan acupoint.

Suddenly, Uncle Fu felt as if tens of millions of ants were scratching around his meridians and skin on his right arm. It was itchy and painful, and he completely lost his strength. Looking at Meng Yan was like seeing a living ghost in broad daylight.

The smile on Meng Yan's face did not disappear, he lowered his voice and warned: "I will save some face for you, so that your employees won't see your embarrassment. However, you'd better not struggle, otherwise your arm It's useless."

(End of this chapter)