Chapter 3448 Do You Want Him to Die?

The middle-aged man couldn't hold back his momentum and took three big steps back before he could stabilize his figure. When he looked at Chen Xin'an, his eyes had changed.

Dark power master!

The middle-aged man looked Chen Xin'an up and down and said, "You are not from Hongtang! Who are you?"

Chen Xin'an looked at him with squinted eyes and said, "Eagle Claw Kung Fu? Have you been practicing it for forty years?"

The middle-aged man looked at him coldly and asked, "You haven't answered my question yet!"

Chen Xin'an suddenly approached and stood in front of him!

Unexpectedly, he moved so fast. The middle-aged man was startled and quickly defended himself.

Chen Xin'an kicked him over. In panic, the middle-aged man bent down and raised his leg to block the blow. However, he was unable to neutralize the force of the leg and was kicked to the ground!

"If you say one more nonsense, if you dare to stop me again, I will beat you to death!" Chen Xin'an looked at the middle-aged man and said coldly.

The sharp eyes and cold tone made the middle-aged man shiver involuntarily.

He has no doubt that if he continues to stop him, the guy in front of him will really fight for his life frantically!

Since he was allowed to come in from above, there is no need for him to stand here and block him as a doctor.

Anyway, if something happens, the higher-ups will take care of it, and it won't be his turn to take responsibility.

Seeing him push away, Chen Xin'an stood beside the bed and looked at the man lying on the bed.

If the facial features were not the same as the person in his impression, Chen Xin'an really couldn't tell that he was really Wei Qingyang!

Because the person in front of me is completely different from the burly man in my impression!

He seemed to have shrunk, his whole body looked haggard, his face was pale, he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, unconscious.

"Master Wei!" Chen Xinxin felt as if a knife was twisting his mind. He lifted off Wei Qingyang's dirty and smelly quilt and began to examine his body.

At this moment, Wei Qingyang was only wearing a pair of shorts. His whole body was covered in scars and covered with various drugs, exuding a disgusting stench!

The most serious thing was the two gunshot wounds on his chest, which may have damaged his internal organs!

With such an injury, you can only go to the hospital for a thorough examination and treatment. If you stay here, you may not even survive tonight!

"Master Wei, hold on, I'll give you an injection!" Chen Xin'an took out the needle bag from his body before he could say anything. He was about to give Wei Qingyang an injection, but the middle-aged man next to him stopped him!

"What are you going to do? Boss Wu said that no one is allowed to touch him! If you are his friend, just look around and don't do anything!"

Chen Xin'an didn't even look at him, she just stabbed the silver needle into Wei Qingyang's head and cursed: "Get away!"

The middle-aged man became angry and scolded Chen Xin'an: "Don't think you can become arrogant in a second!

Inject the needle into Baihui. Do you want him to die?

What on earth does your boy do?

Do you have any grudge against Wei Qingyang? "

He was blocking him from the side, and Chen Xin'an couldn't safely give Wei Qingyang the injection.

You must know that Chen Xin'an cannot be distracted at this time. If anything goes wrong, Wei Qingyang may be killed!

In a rage, Chen Xin'an put away the silver needle, kicked the middle-aged man, and shouted: "Get away! Don't hinder me from saving people!"

The fierce kick made the middle-aged man's expression change drastically. He almost rolled away and glared at Chen Xin'an and said, "Save people? Who dares to talk about medical skills in front of me, Ouyang Fusheng?"

Ouyang Fusheng?

Chen Xin'an paused for a moment, feeling that the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

But at this time, Wei Qingyang's safety is the main priority, and other things are not important.

Whoever dares to stop him from saving people is his enemy!

Seeing Ouyang Fusheng rushing over and kicking him, Chen Xin'an hit him with a horizontal elbow!

Bang!

Ouyang Fusheng's right foot collided with Chen Xin'an's right elbow. With a crisp click and a painful groan, Ouyang Fusheng fell three meters away!

Chen Xin'an didn't look at him, turned around and stood next to Wei Qingyang, and took out the silver needle again.

At this moment, he heard a soft click next to him, and the safety of a pistol was turned on.

"If you dare to touch him, I will beat you to death!"

Chen Xin'an also said coldly: "If you dare to shoot, you will be the one who dies!"

Ouyang Fusheng was half lying on the ground, holding a pistol and pointing it at Chen Xin'an, gritting his teeth and cursing:

"Boy, you are so crazy! Even crazier than me!

Now that I am pointing a gun at you, you can still say such words!

Then give it a try and see which one is harder, your head or my bullet!

Or, you can hide..."

At this point, he suddenly couldn't speak anymore!

Dodge bullets?

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is simply impossible.

But this guy in front of him, no matter how hard he tries, he is no match for the opponent, and he still has inner strength!

He might actually be able to achieve the legendary speed of dodging bullets!

If the other party can really do it that fast, then even if he holds a gun, he can't save his life, because the other party won't give him a chance to fire a second shot!

Chen Xin'an paid no attention to what was behind him, took out the silver needle and began to inject Wei Qingyang.

"Old Wei, you said that looking at the entire Qingniu Mountain, no one can survive the eighth shot, only you!

But today, I want you to survive ten injections!

Because I have already broken your record back then! "

While talking, Chen Xin'an had already injected three needles into Wei Qingyang's body. Wei Qingyang's body began to tremble involuntarily on the bed!

Just then, the door was knocked open, and the people outside rushed in. Seeing the scene in the room, they screamed: "Mr. Ouyang!"

Xi Yan was also standing at the door, looking at Chen Xin'an with a worried look.

Two people came in, helped Ouyang Fusheng up from the ground, and said to Chen Xin'an:

"Mr. Chen, please stop immediately!

You have no right to do this. If you don't stop, don't blame us for being rude!

We have called for reinforcements, and people will be here soon..."

Before he finished speaking, Ouyang Fusheng swung his arms in vain and cursed at everyone:

"Get out!

You guys get out quickly!

Didn't I say that no one can come in here without my consent!"

The person next to him was stunned for a moment, and said awkwardly: "But Mr. Ouyang, you just..."

"I didn't do anything just now, I just slipped and fell down!" Ouyang Fusheng shook his arms impatiently, realizing that he still had a gun in his hand, and quickly stuffed it behind him!

Unexpectedly, in the midst of nervousness, he forgot that the safety had been opened. With a bang, he accidentally pulled the trigger and the gun went off!

Everyone was startled, but Chen Xin'an's hand was still so steady, not affected at all.

Everyone lowered their heads and looked at their bodies. Ouyang Fusheng also looked at the bullet hole on the ground behind his heels with lingering fear, and cold sweat fell down.

"Get out!" Ouyang Fusheng yelled at everyone in a rage.

Everyone seemed to respect him very much, and did not dare to talk back, so they could only turn around and walk out obediently.

After closing the door again, Ouyang Fusheng limped back, found a chair to sit down, and looked at Chen Xin'an with a complicated expression while checking the leg in his hand.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Xin'an took the silver needle, and his originally hesitant expression has now become firm.

He looked at Wei Qingyang in front of him and said, "Master Wei, the tenth needle!

You must hold on, I will take you out, but it will definitely be a bit windy and rainy.

This needle will help you stay alive!"

Just as he was about to insert the needle, Ouyang Fusheng's voice came from behind him: "The thirteenth soul-soothing needle!

Are you the descendant of the Medical Immortal?

Why are your techniques even more...simple yet skilled than the Medical Immortal's?

Oh, I see, you are that kid!"