The few people watching around were probably not familiar with these two people. When they saw Uncle Xing's condition, they ran away like they were avoiding snakes, scorpions and beasts.
However, it is still within the observation range, so you still have to take a look at the excitement.
"Someone come and help! Someone is going to die!"
The old man who was trying his best to support Uncle Xing began to cry and howl. The more this happened, the more no one dared to approach him, and they all pointed at him from a distance.
"Really or not? You're not a fool at such an old age, are you?"
"Who can say for sure these days? But he looks like he's foaming at the mouth."
"What's there? They're all props, maybe professional actors."
Yang Haoran sighed, and as expected, people's hearts were not as old as before, and walked towards Uncle Xing.
"Uncle, please let go and let me see how he is doing."
The uncle hesitated for a moment, then let go of his hand, and looked nervously at Yang Haoran squatting next to Uncle Xing.
Someone in the distance started shouting: "Young man, please be more careful. There are people out there nowadays, so be careful!"
The old man was so anxious that he stamped his feet: "Porcelain? I'm in trouble! Something is going to happen to Lao Xing. How can I explain this to his children?"
Yang Haoran ignored it. He didn't know if it was a case of porcelain? This Uncle Xing was really ill.
However, after diagnosing the pulse, Yang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not serious, just a slight cranial nerve disorder.
Yang Haoran was preparing to perform acupuncture treatment when he heard a crisp cry.
"Master, is it really you?"
Ge Ling stood in front of Yang Haoran wearing a bright yellow dress, a little excited.
However, when he thought about another uncle who had fainted, he immediately became serious and squatted down.
"Send to the hospital quickly, don't delay the rescue. I'm here to help you!"
While talking, Ge Ling took the initiative to help Yang Haoran lift Uncle Xing up. Cool.
"Don't touch him. I have a solution. Just stand aside and block my sunlight."
"oh."
Ge Ling stood up and stood aside because of her own displeasure. The old man had already dialed the emergency number just now, but he was still looking around anxiously.
"Young man, are you a doctor? If you don't understand, don't act recklessly!"
The uncle saw Yang Haoran pressing and pressing Uncle Xing's body and reminded him.
It's true that Yang Haoran looks too young, and he doesn't dress like a doctor.
If an accident happens, no one can explain it.
Yang Haoran ignored it at all and continued to acupuncture and treat Uncle Xing.
Ge Ling explained for Yang Haoran.
"Don't worry, uncle, this little brother is very powerful. He is also a Taoist priest. Don't Taoist priests know how to cure diseases?"
The old man thought about it for a while, then nodded and his expression softened a little.
He muttered: "It's rare to see such a young Taoist priest, but Taoist priests should be able to cure diseases. That's how they are shown on TV."
Oops, Yang Haoran really wants to spray two people in the face.
What does it mean that a Taoist priest can cure diseases? It just happened that Yang Haoran knew how to cure diseases. It really impressed the brain circuits of two people!
Thanks to Yang Haoran's efforts, a few minutes later, Uncle Xing finally woke up and said "Oh."
"Thank God, Lao Xing, you finally woke up. You almost scared me to death just now!"
Uncle Xing took a deep breath and his expression gradually softened. Uncle Xing had been handed over to Ge Ling for support by Yang Haoran.
"Thank you girl, you are a good person."
Ge Ling blushed and pointed at Yang Haoran: "Uncle, he saved you."