"Why are you so sad?" Jiang Cheng asked Amosanshi after coming to Amosanshi's side.

"I'm not sad, may you be sad?"

Unexpectedly, Amosan Shi answered Jiang Cheng like this. Jiang Cheng was puzzled. He scratched his head and asked Amosan Shi: "Why are you so excited? Isn't Dong Zhaocheng still dead? As long as he is sent to the hospital, he will wake up soon.

When Jiang Cheng changed his words, Amosan Shi's expression suddenly changed, and her crying voice disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"You don't need to say it." Amosanshi said to Jiang Chengru.

"Oh    !" Jiang Cheng replied.

"Then you have left Dong Zhaocheng to you? Zhao Hai, Zhao Duan and I have some things to do." Jiang Cheng then said to Amosanshi.

"Go roll, go as far as you go, don't let me see you three." Amosanshi said with her eyes wide open, as if she was holding a grudge against the three of them. In fact, Zhao Pao and Zhao Hai did not anger Amosanshi. The person who Amosanshi was really angry was Jiang Cheng.

"Then we'll leave." Jiang Cheng said, and then he turned around and waved to the two people behind, signaling them to leave quickly.

"I told me to get out quickly, why don't you hurry up." Jiang Cheng stood next to Amosanshi, his lips floating slightly, as if he was talking about Nannan's words, but his voice was extremely low and no one could hear it.

"Hurry up!" Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke out this time, which immediately attracted Amosan Shi's attention. The latter glared at Jiang Cheng and focused his attention on Dong Zhaocheng in his hand again.

Suddenly, Amosanshi raised her head and exclaimed: "I'm not angry."

"What?" Jiang Cheng put his head over, trying to see what Amosan Shi was talking about.

"Will Dong Zhaocheng really lose his anger? He died?" Jiang Cheng thought to himself. This was Jiang Cheng's pre-speculation.

When Jiang Cheng looked over, Amosanshi's face turned pale, obviously she was extremely excited.

"Dong Zhaocheng is dead." Amosanshi's scorching gaze glared at Jiang Cheng, wishing to tear the latter to pieces.

"You are responsible for this, you must be fully responsible." Amosanshi reminded Jiang Cheng.

"Dead?" Jiang Cheng asked, then he leaned his body near Dong Zhaocheng and observed Dong Zhaocheng's physical condition up close.

"I'm not dead? Look, isn't this? His face is still rosy?" Jiang Cheng said to Amosan Shi.

"Yes! No dead face can keep their youthful vitality," Zhao Hai added.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng glared at Zhao Hai, as if he wanted to say: "Dong Zhaocheng is so old, still young?"

However, Jiang Cheng did not express his thoughts in his heart in the end. He changed his words and said, "Dong Zhaocheng is not dead, how could you say he is dead?"

Amosanshi paused for a moment, clenched Dong Zhaocheng's wrist with his fingers. Just as Amosanshi exclaimed, his palms tightly held Dong Zhaocheng's wrist.

Looking at Amosan's posture, it seems that he is taking the patient's pulse. This patient is Dong Zhaocheng.

"Die! It's indeed dead." Amosanshi said seriously.

If an outsider passed by now and saw Amosanshi's serious expression, he would definitely believe what she said.

The Amosan poem should be too credible to make people believe it.

The most interesting thing is that Amosan Shi was the first to believe her words and thought that Dong Zhaocheng was dead. Could it be that she didn’t check whether there was any mistake in her pulse position?

"Why are you so sure?" Jiang Cheng asked Amosanshi.

"His heartbeat stopped? Not dead yet?" Amosanshi asked back.

"The heartbeat stopped? How is it possible?" Jiang Cheng directly pressed his palm on Dong Zhaocheng's chest, quietly feeling the heartbeat inside Dong Zhaocheng.

A minute later, Jiang Cheng's face gradually turned from red to pale.

"Really? Really? Really dead..." Jiang Cheng finally sighed. So far, two people have confirmed the news of Dong Zhaocheng's death.

"Brother Jiang Cheng, you..." Just as Zhao Shuo started to speak, Zhao Hai rushed up, so that Zhao Shuo's words shrank back directly.

"Are you stupid? The heart is on the left chest, not the right chest." Zhao Hai reminded Jiang Cheng after he arrived beside Jiang Cheng.

"It's the left chest! Look?" Jiang Cheng raised his left and right hands, and then said to Zhao Hai: "One side is the left hand, the other is the right hand, so the position I pressed just now is not wrong."

"You pig..." Zhao Hai mocked Jiang Cheng.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Cheng was confused in the direction and thought that his left hand was Dong Zhaocheng's left hand. In fact, the fact was just reversed.

Zhao Hai suddenly stretched out his palm and held Jiang Cheng's left hand tightly. He said, "The left hand side corresponds to Dong Zhaocheng's right chest, not his left chest? Do you know?"

"Is that true?" Jiang Cheng said in confusion. It seemed that Jiang Cheng was still stuck at this point and could not get out for a long time.

"Oh my God!" Zhao Hai shook his head helplessly and placed his eyes on Zhao Duan. He said, "Zhao Duan, you should explain it to Jiang Cheng!"

"Oh!" Zhao Short said perfunctorily, and his steps began to move.

"I understand." Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke at the moment when Zhao Short stepped on the ground for the first time.

"You know." Zhao Hai turned around with relief and looked back on Jiang Cheng's body.

But when he looked at Jiang Cheng, he found that he had already left the matter behind him.

In other words, Jiang Cheng didn't even say a word of thanks. Zhao Hai helped him distinguish the direction of the left and right! He now actually ignored Zhao Hai directly.

"Amosan Shi, you are taking your pulse in the wrong place. How can you hold the patient's palm to take the pulse?" Jiang Cheng said to Amosan Shi.

"Don't you hold your palm to take your pulse? Then where should you hold it?" Amosanshi asked Jiang Cheng.

"Of course it's the blood vessels under the wrist!" Jiang Cheng brought Amosan Shi over and showed him what is the correct posture for taking the pulse.

The palm of your hand holds the patient's arm, and the palms form a surround. Press the index finger, middle finger and ring finger on several blood vessels on the patient's arm.

Jiang Cheng's pulse-taking posture like a textbook aroused great interest in Amosan's poem.

"This is how Tathagata!" Amosanshi said anxiously, "No wonder I didn't feel my heartbeat just now, but it was because the position of the pulse was wrong."

"Thank you!" Amosangshi continued without waiting for Jiang Cheng to answer.

"You're welcome." Jiang Cheng replied.

"Can you teach me?" Amosanshi asked, his eyes full of desire, a girlish desire, and ordinary men could not refuse every request they said.

Even if Amosanshi is a thirty-year-old woman, Jiang Cheng cannot refuse him. This kind of woman's charm will last forever.

"Okay, I'll teach you!" Jiang Cheng said to Amosan Shi.

"Really?" Amosanshi said excitedly, "I'm so happy."

"You don't have to be so happy that early. If you want to learn, you must pay the entry fee, one million US dollars." Jiang Cheng actually made an rude request at this moment. Now Amosanshi was a little confused.

"What? No? Then forget it." Jiang Cheng continued, his words seemed to have angered Amosanshi. He saw the latter raised his arm high and slapped Jiang Cheng indiscriminately.

After Amosanshi's palm left, the palm print suddenly appeared in front of everyone, which aroused the ridicule of Zhao Hai, Zhao Pao and others.

"Brother Jiang Cheng, your face is unique, it's simply a work of art." Zhao Shorten laughed loudly.

"Jiang Cheng, I must take your face down and post it on WeChat Moments. The number of likes will definitely be ruined." Zhao Hai continued to mock him.

The laughter of the two people came one after another, completely ignoring Jiang Cheng's mood at this moment.

"You...actually..." Jiang Cheng's twitched lips and jumped out from it word by word.

"You are angering me." Jiang Cheng's huge eyes suddenly appeared, and he continued to roar: "Give me your life."

Jiang Cheng rushed over directly, saving a sense of power in his palm. When he approached Zhao Hai and Zhao Shou, he would exert force suddenly.

Zhao Haidun didn't react at all and was stunned.

Zhao Chou also reacted in this way.

However, logically speaking, Zhao Hai has experienced more than a hundred storms, and he should be accustomed to such scenes. Why are you still scared and unable to move? This is surprising.

"Zhao Hai, Zhao Short, you dare to laugh at me." When Jiang Cheng was sprinting, the words in his mouth were revealed...

"Brother Jiang Cheng, I didn't do it on purpose!" Zhao Shuo murmured at the edge of his mouth, then moved backwards, intending to escape.

But how did he run now? How did he run in front of Jiang Cheng? With Zhao Short's speed, he escaped thirty minutes in advance, and he might not be able to escape Jiang Cheng's attack.

"It's useless! No matter what you say." Jiang Cheng's lowered arm suddenly returned, and a flame-colored light appeared in front of everyone along the trajectory of his arm movement.

"Meteor Fist!"

Jiang Cheng seemed to have used all his strength in this attack.

Meteor fist, with a flame-colored light, can give others a heavy blow. The key is not this blow, but the subsequent damage.

The flame-colored light can burn the other party, causing the latter to burn and cause more serious damage.

Jiang Cheng rarely takes out this move, but once he takes it out, it means he wants to kill the other party.

But now standing in front of Jiang Cheng is his good brother? Could it be that he wants to kill his good brother? This is incredible.

"Jiang Cheng, you...you..." Zhao Haiyi was excited and couldn't say a word for a moment. Of course, his excitement came from his fear of Jiang Cheng and his fear of meteor fist.
Chapter completed!