Chapter 1458 Amazing

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After one of the two suspects was shot, he staggered two steps, stabilized and tried to back up. There were still several hostages in the cafe. He wanted to grab one to block in front of him, but he didn't take a few steps back. The bullet hit his body again, driven by the inertia, he kept retreating, and finally knelt on the ground and fell obliquely.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other turned his gun and tried to kill a few more hostages, but the bullet had already hit his head, and he fell down like a wooden stake. Immediately died. So the police rushed forward, and several anti-terrorist special police stepped forward and kicked their guns away. Some pointed guns at them, and some pressed their knees against their bodies. But these two people were already dead, and they were dragged quickly, and then the stretcher team came and pulled them away.

But when the first responders went to find the girl, they found that the girl was missing except for some blood stains where she had gone, and they found nothing. So some policemen started to disperse, asking about the situation of the girl just now. Many people clearly saw the girl being shot, and also clearly saw the girl being hugged by someone, but they just couldn't remember who the person holding the girl was, and they seemed to have no impression of it.

With a bang, the back door of the bar was kicked open. Zhen Fan hugged the girl and quickly walked into what looked like a bedroom at the back. The Chinese quickly cleaned up the things on a long table, and Zhen Fan put the girl on the table. And the man following the girl looked at the girl Zhen Fan was holding, his eyes were full of sadness. Because he saw that the girl's pupils had dilated. He kept holding her hand, feeling that her body temperature seemed to be losing too. What this means, he knows, is caused by excessive blood loss. And the girl has lost her vital signs.

Zhen Fan put the girl on the table, and then said to the Chinese: "Do you have tweezers? No tweezers, a knife is fine, simple alcohol disinfection, I believe you must have spirits here." Zhen Fan said quickly The Chinese man spoke, then grabbed the girl's skirt and tore it hard. The girl's skirt was torn, revealing her wound from the gunshot wound.

The girl had several wounds, Zhen Fan counted them, one on the left chest. This hit straight to the heart. In addition, there were two bullet holes in the upper left abdomen, and blood continued to flow out. The color of the blood was very dark. There was a bullet hole where the collarbone connected to the neck. It seemed that the girl with such a wound had absolutely no reason to live.

"It's useless, sir!" The man said to Zhen Fan with a sad expression, "I'm a doctor, I know her condition, it's impossible to live. Really, let her go quietly. I'll wait I will notify her parents to come over, God...how should I tell them!" He said in English, so Zhen Fan could understand.

"Don't worry, there will be a solution!" Zhen Fan said and tapped the girl's body several times, and then the bleeding stopped. Then there was a rectangular box in his hand.

Open it to reveal a slender silver needle. The Chinese said: "Is it acupuncture? I knew it. You must be a master of Chinese medicine. Otherwise, you wouldn't have such a general demeanor."

Zhen Fan didn't answer, just nodded and said, "Get ready, use less hot water, and watch at the door so that no one comes in. Since you have studied medicine, come and watch. Let her be fixed and not move. .Because after my needle goes down, it may cause her stress reaction. Do you know?"

"Well, I hope God is watching us!" said the man, and he came over and held the girl's hand. Do your best to fix her down. Zhen Fan immediately began to prick the girl. To be honest, the reason why Zhen Fan wanted to save the girl was because the girl smiled at Zhen Fan twice.

Yes, it was those two smiles that made Zhen Fan feel that this girl did have a pure heart and a little bit of fate with him. It seems that all this will be a certainty. Since she met herself, then this girl should not die here, but should die of old age in her own bed, surrounded by her children and grandchildren.

Soon the Chinese brought the tweezers Zhen Fan needed. The bullets were quickly found, and the four bullets were clipped out neatly, which left the French man dumbfounded. When had he seen such a neat way of taking bullets? Although he is also a surgeon.

Zhen Fan didn't let him have time to think or write, picked up the silver needle, the first needle directly pierced the girl's heart, and then kept moving, within a moment, the girl's body was covered with silver needles , no less than twenty. Then Zhen Fan's hand returned to the silver needle that was inserted into the heart at first, and began to twist slowly.

But within five minutes, the girl suddenly lifted her chin up, and then her chest stood up high, and she took a long breath, her closed eyes suddenly opened, and she looked at it in a daze. around. Then she closed it tiredly again, but her eyelashes fluttered slightly, indicating that she was alive.

"My God, what...what's wrong with this? Is God here?" The French man suddenly crossed his chest devoutly, and then looked at Zhen Fan, "This...how is this possible? My God, Sophia, Sophia... survived, God, this is simply the hand of God." He suddenly looked at Zhen Fan excitedly, and spoke incoherently to him.

"Sophia? This girl's name is Sophia?" Zhen Fan continued to move the silver needles all over her body. He wants to use these silver needles to help her restore her body with the purest vitality of Taoism. Those muscles and internal organs that have been torn by bullets require some energy. Just now it was like using the same method as the Xian family to bring the dead back to life. This is the expression of Taoism's natural law at its deepest point. Can moisten things silently. It's not like before, if you want to use this method, you have to flash and thunder, shaking the sky and changing the color of the world. The more you cultivate to a certain height, the more you use those methods, the more you will suppress that earth-shattering aura and become gentler.

"Yes, her name is Sophia. It's my girlfriend. We originally wanted to spend a romantic night. She came here from Bordeaux two days ago." The French man answered quickly, and then looked at Zhen Where he wants to speak, he stops. Zhen Fan knew what he wanted to say, so he said to him: "Don't talk about today's matter. I don't want to cause trouble, you know?"

"Yes, yes, I know!" The French man replied quickly.

As Zhen Fan spoke, he twisted the silver needle. After about an hour, Zhen Fan stopped and began to draw the needle. The needle is not as fast as the needle, but slowly. After doing all this, Zhen Fan's forehead was a little sweaty. The Chinese had already taken out a tissue and handed it to Zhen Fan. Zhen Fan wiped it casually. into the trash can. Appears very attentive.

Zhen Fan nodded to him and said, "You are very good. Thank you!" He took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over, "This is my business card. If you have anything, you can give it to me. Call, you can call this number three times, remember, after three times, it will be automatically invalidated."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Zhen." The man took a look at the business card, and then saw the name on it, he couldn't help being surprised, and said to Zhen Fan, "Oh...you...are you that Mr. Zhen?" He said The Mr. Zhen in the back is of course referring to the world-renowned super rich Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan nodded, the Chinese couldn't help being overjoyed, he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, and then he took out his mobile phone and said to Zhen Fan: "No, no, I have to take a photo with you, I don't know if I have this Are you honored?"

"Of course, come on, let's take a photo!" Zhen Fan said, and asked that person to take a photo with him. The man happily saved the photo, and then said: "My name is Yang Yimin. I came to France five years ago and opened a bar by myself. Brother Zhen... If you come to Paris again in the future, you must come to my place. The fee is free. You can come anytime."

"Yang Yimin? I remember." Zhen Fan nodded. Then when he turned his head and saw the French man looking at him in surprise, he smiled and said, "When you hear this name, do you think you know me too?"

"Zhen Fan? I know this name. It feels like you are the superstar and rich man. In France, many people know your name because of your grape bureau. To be honest, your wine makes all the French The wines that we are proud of have been eclipsed. This is what makes us unforgettable." He said and stretched out his hand to Zhen Fan, "Bertrand Noiret, this is my name, Paris XII A surgeon from a public hospital in the district. Just now...that scene just now really scared me. If it wasn't for you...Sophia might have died. This...is a miracle in the history of medical treatment. You really don't plan to make it public? Knowing that this is a remarkable achievement..."

"Yes, I don't plan to make it public." Zhen Fan walked to Sofia's side, felt her pulse, and said to Bertrand Novaret, "Her vital signs are returning to normal. But after all, she has lost a lot of blood, after I leave, you can contact the nearby hospital and ask them to transfuse Sophia with some blood, I believe she will return to normal soon, don't worry!" Then she started to go to the side Washed hands in the bathroom.

Yang Yimin really wanted to keep Zhen Fan for a while longer, but he also knew that it was impossible for him to keep someone like Zhen Fan. So when Zhen Fan was about to leave, he walked all the way to the door, and then watched Zhen Fan slowly disappear into the street. Then go back. I was a little excited. Yes, Zhen Fan is a typical representative of overseas Chinese entrepreneurship and an idol in many people's hearts.

"Thank you, I just contacted the ambulance, and I think it will arrive soon. Really, all of this... feels like a dream, it's amazing, and it will be very important to me for the rest of my life." Important!" Bertrand Noiret said to Yang Yimin, "I know he is a Chinese medicine doctor. Is Chinese medicine really so magical?" (To be continued.)