Several aggressive doctors shut their mouths instantly.
Standing aside honestly.
It was obvious that he was extremely afraid of Mo Sheng.
Seeing that they were interested, Mo Sheng snorted and gave up.
At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Yong.
After Wu Yong used a silver needle to transfer a trace of chaotic energy into the woman's body.
Only then did he realize that the black energy he saw with his naked eyes was not that simple.
That looks like black energy.
In fact, they are countless tiny bugs, wandering around in the internal organs and wreaking havoc.
This resulted in the woman constantly vomiting blood.
Wu Yong tried to kill them with Chaos Qi.
They seemed to smell the danger and kept playing a hide-and-seek game with Wu Yong.
It took a lot of effort.
Wu Yong just finished killing those little black bugs.
After finishing it.
Wu Yong used the Taiyi Magic Needle again to help her seal the previous wound. The woman gradually stopped vomiting blood and the pain on her face subsided slightly.
"Look, she doesn't seem to be vomiting blood anymore."
"Really, my complexion has improved a lot."
"A miracle doctor!"
Seeing this scene, the crowd of onlookers kept exclamating and talking about Wu Yong's medical skills.
call.
After treatment is completed.
Wu Yong stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boy, that's tiring."
He complained, took back the silver needle, and said calmly: "Doctor, you can send her to the hospital. Be careful to contact her family and don't let strangers approach her."
After Wu Yong finished explaining, the doctor didn't respond for a while.
Mo Sheng shouted angrily: "Senior Wu is talking to you, didn't you hear it?"
This roar is particularly effective.
The doctors nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, we understand."
The doctor waited for the woman to be carried away on a stretcher.
Mo Sheng said to Wu Yong with admiration: "Senior Wu, I didn't expect that you are also a miracle doctor with good hands and a kind heart."
Wu Yong smiled incredulously.
He sighed softly and said, "I'm afraid that being nosy will ruin the good mood of the trip."
As he spoke, he looked at Ye Zhiqiu apologetically.
Ye Zhiqiu hasn't recovered yet.
She asked: "Why do you say this?"
Wu Yong waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I'll just say it casually. It shouldn't be anything."
Wu Yong didn't say anything further.
Ye Zhiqiu didn't ask further questions.
The three of them left the nightclub, and as the moonlight grew darker, they went back to rest.
The night in Bangkok is cool and breezy.
In a certain residential house.
A bald man threw the bowl in front of him angrily.
"How could this happen! How could this happen!"
He looked at the remaining black poisonous insects in the broken bowl, looking confused and angry.
After walking around the room for three minutes.
He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
After the call is connected.
A hoarse and deep voice came from the other side: "Succeeded?"
The bald man gritted his teeth and said, "No, my head-lowering technique was broken."
The person on the other side was obviously displeased: "How could this happen! You are not the disciple who claims to be the number one head-lowering master in Southeast Asia, but you actually messed up such a trivial matter!"
The bald man lowered his head in shame, and said unwillingly: "It's definitely not my fault. Someone probably sabotaged it. I hope you can find out what happened. My beloved poisonous insect is dead, and I want to kill those who oppose me."
Pay the price!"
The person on the other side was silent for a while: "Okay, wait for my news."
…
The next day.
It’s sunny in Bangkok.
Mo Sheng called for a sumptuous breakfast. After eating, he drove an open-top SUV and took Wu Yong and the others to the Taj Mahal, the most famous scenic spot in Thailand.
On the way, Mo Sheng told Wu Yong and others about what happened last night.
"Senior Wu, do you know who the woman you saved is?"
Mo Sheng gave it away first, and then asked and answered himself: "She has a great background! She is the richest Chinese in Bangkok and the mistress of Gong Jianping."
Then he told the information about Gong Jianping.
Gong Jianping, whose father is Chinese, came to Bangkok with his family during World War II and has been rooted here ever since. He is mainly engaged in high-profit industries such as real estate and jewelry. He is very famous in Bangkok's upper class society. Basically, all Chinese have to respect him.
.
The woman from yesterday was one of his new mistresses.
Won his favor.
After the woman was sent to the hospital last night, Gong Jianping came over immediately and sent dozens of bodyguards to guard her.
Through various connections, I found Mo Sheng and asked to thank Wu Yong in person.
Of course Mo Sheng himself did not dare to agree easily.
After he finished explaining Gong Jianping's information, he brought up the matter and asked Wu Yong's opinion: "Senior Wu, do you want to see him?"
Wu Yong waved his hand and refused directly: "No, it's better to do less than to do more. I saved the woman purely out of instinct. I don't need his thanks. I just remind him to be more careful in the future."
Mo Sheng nodded and said, "Okay, I understand."
Chatting and chatting.
Arrive at Taj Mahal.
Mo Sheng parked the car and led the explanation from the front.
He grew up in Thailand since he was a child and is a Thai-savvy person. He knows the history of the Taj Mahal very well, and Ye Zhiqiu listened to it with gusto.
Wu Yong is not interested.
He walked beside and looked around.
Suddenly.
He had a vague feeling that he was being watched.
He stopped and looked around, but didn't find anything strange.
"Am I paranoid?"
Wu Yong asked himself a question.
The answer is no.
With his keen six senses, he will never create something out of nothing.
There must be someone watching him around, but the other person's concealment skills were so good that he didn't notice it for the time being.
"Humph, I want to see who it is."
Wu Yong increased his vigilance and paid attention to his surroundings at all times.
Finished the morning tour.
Ye Zhiqiu felt hungry.
Mosheng took them to the most famous restaurant near the Taj Mahal.
This place is also owned by Chinese.
Mo Sheng called in advance to make an appointment, and a private room was reserved in the restaurant.
He also ordered the dishes thoughtfully.
As soon as people arrive, the restaurant will bring hot dishes directly to them.
"Senior Wu, Miss Ye, you try to see if it suits your taste. If not, I'll let them change it," Mo Sheng said.
"Don't bother me. I think the food is pretty good and the taste shouldn't be bad." Ye Zhiqiu said, picking up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables.
Wu Yong suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "Wait a minute."
Ye Zhiqiu asked confusedly: "What's wrong?"
Wu Yong took out a silver needle and said, "I'll try it first to see if it's poisonous."
When Mo Sheng heard this, he burst into laughter.
He said: "Senior Wu, you are joking, how could it be poisonous? The owner of this restaurant is a very good friend of mine, and I can definitely trust his character. Besides, he is poisoning others, so
impossible……"
In the middle of speaking, Mo Sheng suddenly seemed to be choked.
I can't say any more.
He stared blankly at the silver needle in Wu Yong's hand.
That long silver needle, after it was dipped in the plate.