The Predator of the Beautiful President

Elder Lu pondered, but didn't answer right away, which made Kang Chenglin, Wu Er, and even Zhao Xueyan a little anxious, but they didn't dare to speak to urge them.

Two or three minutes later, Mr. Lu asked, "Mr. Xia, I heard from Cheng Lin that you still have an old injury in your lower back. Would you mind showing me?"

Kang Chenglin also said before that the illness of Xia Dongyang's legs had a lot to do with the old injury in his lower back, so he thought that Mr. Lu looked at it for the purpose of diagnosis and treatment.

So he nodded and said: "Old Lu, you are a doctor and I am a patient, so naturally I don't mind."

As he spoke, he freed his right hand to pull the clothes on his lower back, but he couldn't support his body with one hand, and he fell to the side as soon as he leaned.

"careful!"

However, when he fell, he happened to fall on Lu Lao's granddaughter. The woman exclaimed and quickly reached out to support Xia Dongyang, but Zhao Xueyan was a step behind.

The expressions of the two bodyguards on the side changed suddenly when they saw it, and they put their hands on Xia Dongyang's shoulder at the same time.

When Wu Er saw it, he hurriedly shouted, "What are you doing?"

With the help of the woman, Xia Dongyang also stabilized his body. Feeling the strong force from the hands clasped on his shoulders, he shook his shoulders carelessly, and skillfully shook the hands of the two of them away.

The two bodyguards were even more shocked, especially the bodyguard who confronted Xia Dongyang with a move before. If Xia Dongyang's one-inch punch in the elevator just now was the essence of the inch punch, then the two punches just now Shaking the shoulders brought the Cunjin to the extreme, and obviously added the essence of 'Bajiquan' to it.

Who is this person?

This question arose in the minds of the two bodyguards at the same time. Of course, their hearts were even more defensive.

These thoughts just flashed through their minds, and Xia Dongyang didn't care about them, so he said to the woman: "Thank you!"

"No, are you okay?" The woman nodded slightly.

"fine."

"Brother Xia, let me help you!" Wu Er glared at the two of them, and went to help Xia Dongyang.

Seeing that Xia Dongyang did not do anything harmful to the young lady, those two people did not do anything again. Mr. Lu and Kang Chenglin on the side did not see any tricks in these small changes.

"what!"

At this moment, the woman let out an exclamation, because Wu Er had already pulled up Xia Dongyang's T-shirt, exposing Xia Dongyang's scarred back and waist.

When the two bodyguards saw it, they couldn't help but gasped. They were horrified. It was hard to imagine that this person who seemed to have disabled feet would have so many injuries on his back.

Moreover, they could all see that the wounds on Xia Dongyang's back included gunshot wounds, knife wounds, dagger wounds, and some barb wounds.

They couldn't help thinking at the same time, what is the identity of this person, and how could he be injured like this?

The woman couldn't help raising her hand to cover her mouth. She couldn't imagine that a person could bear so many injuries. Moreover, the gauze was only wrapped around her right shoulder. Obviously there were new injuries. What did this person go through? Terrible thing ah?

Mr. Lu's face was also terrified, and he was horrified. At the same time, he made a decision in his heart. Wu Er was also horrified. This was the first time he saw Xia Dongyang's back. He never thought that Xia Dongyang would have such a serious injury.

Mr. Lu took a deep breath, and stepped forward to check. His fingers pressed down on Xia Dongyang's back carefully, for fear of breaking this broken person up.

The woman on the side also didn't dare to breathe out. For some reason, she seemed to feel a faint pain in her back.

Mr. Lu checked very carefully, and asked very carefully. After some time, Wu Er couldn't help asking eagerly this time: "Mr. Lu, how is he doing?"

Mr. Na Lu said: "Based on my nearly 50 years of medical practice experience, the reason why your legs don't have any feeling is because the meridians are blocked. There should be something oppressing and blocking the meridians in your waist, causing your legs to appear. problem."

According to Mr. Lu's words, it seems that Kang Chenglin didn't tell about the bullet in his lower back before. No matter how you say it, it's too shocking, and it's also his own privacy. He gave Kang Chenglin a slight nod as a thank you.

Then he said to Lu Lao: "I do have some foreign objects in my lower back, Lu Lao, can my leg be saved?"

Lu Lao said with a serious expression: "Now I don't dare to say more, how about this, I will test it with a golden needle to see how the meridians in your leg respond."

When the woman next to her heard this, her complexion tightened, she hugged Mr. Lu's arm, and said, "Grandpa, do you want to use the needle again?"

Mr. Lu patted his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's fine. Go and get it for Grandpa."

"Grandpa!" The woman refused.

"Qing'er, be obedient." Lu Lao's tone became slightly heavier.

The woman Qing'er had no choice but to nod in agreement, then looked at Xia Dongyang with complicated eyes, turned around and went to the other side of the bed, opened the storage cabinet, and took out a small red box, which seemed to be made of red sandalwood. Made of wood, even that box is probably worth a lot.

Mr. Lu took the box with a serious face, and gently stroked the box with his rather dry hands, just like stroking a deceased wife. His eyes were full of tenderness, and some kind of kind hope. In short, his expression was quite complex.

It can be seen that he obviously has some special feelings for this box, or in other words, this box has great significance to him.

Everyone didn't bother him, but he finally opened the box, and saw the old-looking cloth wrapped in the TV, with all kinds of golden needles stuck in it.

Old General Lu took out the roll of cloth with golden needles, spread it on the table next to him, and said, "I sterilize these golden needles every day, so Mr. Xia doesn't have to worry about hygiene."

Xia Dongyang said humbly: "Mr. Lu can call me Dongyang."

Mrs. Lu was very satisfied with Xia Dongyang's humility, and motioned him to sit on the edge of the bed, and then rolled up his trouser legs. Zhao Xueyan stepped forward to help with these things.

Mr. Lu took a golden needle that was as fine as a cow's hair, pierced Xia Dongyang's left knee, and then turned it gently.

Wu Er and Kang Chenglin on the side were watching nervously, but Qing'er looked at Mr. Lu without blinking, his face was full of worry, and he didn't know what he was worried about.

Suddenly, Xia Dongyang's left calf, like a biological 'synaptic response', bounced and kicked forward quite a bit.

Wu Er immediately shouted joyfully: "It's moving, it's moving!"

Zhao Xueyan's face was also overjoyed, if there was a reaction, it would prove that there was still hope.