While everyone was focusing on the patient and Gao Shan’s treatment, Li Chaokang kept his eyes on Wei Zixiang. When he saw him trying to sneak away while everyone was unprepared,
Li Chaokang directly shouted to Tang Jide to rush forward and catch him.
Following Li Chaokang's words, Tang Jide rushed out quickly. He and Li Chaokang blocked Wei Zixiang's way out, one on the left and the other on the right. Seeing the gloomy look on Wei Zixiang's face, Li Chaokang said with a dark smile: "Hey, you weren't very proud just now.
Really? Why do you want to run away now? Where can you run? Do you want to lose the face of the Wei family?"
Wei Zixiang's face darkened, his eyes flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking. At the same time, Hua Yu walked to the medicine table opposite and took the original copy from the table before the Wei family could react.
"Lao Gao, this is yours." Hua Yu carefully handed over the original copy to it.
Although it is made of kraft paper, there are still many holes on it, which look like they are eaten by insects or burned by cigarette butts. Huayu is really afraid that it will suddenly fall apart and turn into ashes.
"What do you want?" Wei Zixiang looked up at the crowd and said with stubbornness and resentment.
"We..." Sun Haihua was about to speak when a ghostly howl suddenly came from behind him: "Ah~ My Xiang'er... I will fight to the death of anyone who dares to touch my son, get out of here."
An old lady with white hair on her temples rushed over, pushed through the crowd, rushed to Wei Zixiang, hugged him like a hen guarding her young, raised her head and shouted, "Who dares to touch him?"
this……
It was really a bit unexpected. Why did an old lady suddenly appear and look like she was about to throw a tantrum?
"Who are you?" Gao Shan, as the rightful owner, naturally cannot stay out of the matter and let others stand up for him.
"Don't care who I am, don't touch Xiang'er anyway." The woman pushed her hands away and protected Wei Zixiang behind her.
"Wei Zixiang, you are considered a man." Fatty Tang said disdainfully from the side.
Wei Zixiang sat behind the woman, his head lowered and silent, looking like he was going to cheat to the end.
"Don't scare us, let me tell you, we are in a society ruled by law. You said you need both hands, so what do you think you are doing? Acting in a TV series?" The old lady said with a fierce attitude, even if she was surrounded by several grown men.
Not afraid.
"It doesn't matter if you don't use your hands." Gao Shan suddenly said.
"Lao Gao?" Li Chaokang exclaimed: "What are you doing? Let the tiger return to the mountain and wait for him to be raised before he comes to bite you to death?"
"That's right, boss, don't be impulsive!" Tang Ji pulled his arm and whispered softly: "Since you are already offending him, let him be beaten to death at once."
Why are you looking for Wei Zixiang's gambler? They all understand the situation here. Not to mention that he has harmed people, he just wants to harm Gao Shan again and again, so they cannot let him go easily.
No matter whether it is killing people with kidney gold or killing Director Zhao later, Gao Shan's reputation and career will be completely ruined!
Coupled with the situation he just mentioned, he attributed his father's death to Mr. Cheng. The hatred for killing his father was irreconcilable. If he was given a chance to breathe, he would be in trouble if he turned back.
"I have my own idea." Gao Shan said, turning back and looking at the woman on the ground. "You can keep his hand if you want. Go to the police station and surrender. I will pretend that this bet never happened."
"Boss," said Don Quixote.
"Lao Gao." Zhang Xuesheng, an honest man, was also anxious.
Based on Wei Zixiang's performance, he even wanted to break the bet. Can he go to the police station and surrender?
"Okay, let's go to the police station and surrender." The woman rolled her eyes and agreed immediately.
As long as they leave here first, it's not up to them to decide whether to go or not. Although doing so will make the Wei family look bad. But what's the use of face? As early as when Wei Zhongcheng fell ill, the Wei family had no face. As long as
Wei Zixiang is still alive, and one day the Wei family will be able to rise again. At that time, as long as Wei Zixiang becomes famous, who will care about this little thing before.
"Wei Zixiang, what did you say?" Gao Shan ignored the woman in front of him and looked directly at Wei Zixiang who lowered his head and said nothing.
It's just a helpless move to use your hands to lure him to stand up. If he can make him surrender and face the law, Gao Shan feels that it is more worthwhile than asking for his hands. Gao Shan's generation grew up under the red flag, and in a social system where the legal system is gradually improving, there are no elders.
A generation of recklessness.
They would just listen to it as a joke and watch it on TV.
Compared with these reckless styles, they trust the law more, but sometimes, the law is a dead thing after all, and there will be inevitable flaws that make people have no choice but to make wrong choices.
He had already thought of asking Wei Zixiang to surrender. If he could wake up in prison, it would be a powerful force for the development and promotion of traditional Chinese medicine.
Everyone makes mistakes, but they deserve a second chance. Of course, if he can survive after the court's decision, it is the law's business to decide what to do, and you should bear the consequences if you do something wrong.
"What if I don't do it?" Wei Zixiang said for the first time since he fell to the ground.
"Then you have to keep a pair of hands today, and you will not be allowed to practice medicine in the future." Gao Shan said coldly and expressionlessly.
In fact, without his hands, practicing medicine has become a joke. A Chinese medicine practitioner without his hands is like a tiger without teeth.
If Gao Shan could rely on the reputation he had accumulated in the past and find a small place to hang out and hang out, Wei Zixiang is really not qualified for this.
"What do you want me to recognize?" Wei Zixiang said in a low tone.
"All, injection to death, poisoning to harm others." Gao Shan said firmly.
"Impossible, you are not trying to save his hands, you are taking his life. I...I will fight with you." Upon hearing this, the woman stood up, gritted her teeth and rushed towards the mountain.
"Mom." Wei Zixiang grabbed his mother, stood up and said expressionlessly: "I am willing to admit defeat. I, the Wei family, still have this."
"Xiang'er, they, they want your life!" the woman said with tears in her eyes as she held his hand.
"It's not life-threatening. There's nothing to say if your skills are inferior to others." Wei Zixiang looked a little depressed and silent. All his pride and persistence were shattered by the mountain just now, and the Poison Sutra was also in the hands of the opponent.
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The opponent could defeat him where he was most proud, and even he couldn't tell what method he used. This blow alone made Wei Zixiang despair. He now has a sense of how his grandfather felt back then, and how he felt.
As a master in acupuncture, he was defeated by Cheng Huanzhen, a 'miscellaneous scholar'.
"Cheng Huanzhen defeated my grandfather, and you defeated me. It seems that my Wei family is going to fall into your hands." Wei Zixiang smiled a little miserably.
"Your grandfather is completely narrow-minded and has no tolerance for others. What does it have to do with Mr. Cheng?" Gao Shan said righteously: "Is it true that in this world, only your Wei family can achieve something, and others have to succumb to you?"
What's the point behind the family?"
Regarding Wei Zixiang and his son, Gao Shan felt that they were completely ignorant. When he saw others were stronger than him, he secretly competed with each other. His skills were inferior to others and he vomited blood due to the competition. In the end, he died.
This is simply more exciting than the plot of a novel. You can tell what achievements he will have in the future without even this small amount of tolerance.
Even if such people achieve success, it is still unclear whether traditional Chinese medicine is a blessing or a curse.