Hearing Han Mu's words, the pork seller took advantage of the situation: "You, you'd better know medical skills, otherwise, even if I find the Xue family, I will seek justice for Mr. Zhao!"

Han Mu nodded: "Okay, okay, can you stand far away first?"

Finally, Han Mu asked these stall owners to stand aside, but they all opened their eyes wide and wanted to see how Han Mu treated Mr. Zhao.

In fact, they had no choice. Mr. Zhao was about to die. Now only Han Mu said he could do medical skills. Although he did not trust such a deceased son-in-law like Han Mu, he could only do it as a living person.

Han Mu ignored the eyes of others and immediately unbuttoned Mr. Zhao's clothes, reached out and pressed them down above his heart, and gently pressed them down.

Uncle Zhao's heart was already in short supply of blood. If this continues, the heart might stop beating. Han Mu gathered his true energy in his palm and gently injected a thread of true energy to Uncle Zhao.

Only then can Mr. Zhao prevent his heart from stopping, and the frequency of his heart beating gradually became more frequent, and Han Mu let go of his hand.

Fortunately, Han Mu carried a needle with him. He took out a few needles, turned on the perspective mode of his eyes, and carefully observed Mr. Zhao's body.

Immediately, Han Mu used the Tianxuan Nine Needles, quickly stabbed the needle in Uncle Zhao's chest, and then moved the needle to the throat.

When others saw it, they were shocked. Seeing Han Mu pierced his sharp needle into Mr. Zhao's trachea, many people were already covering their eyes and not daring to look.

"Stop it, you bastard, do you want to kill Mr. Zhao?"

The pork seller suddenly became anxious and shouted with trembling whole body. Looking at Han Mu like this, it seemed like he killed more people, but it was not like saving people.

Han Mu glanced at them and shouted coldly: "If you want Mr. Zhao to wake up, don't make a noise!"

After Han Mu shouted, everyone calmed down, but they were still full of suspicion of Han Mu's eyes. Several tall stall owners had already taken out the iron pipes and were about to catch Han Mu later.

Although these people were also worried about Mr. Zhao's safety, it affected Han Mu's treatment, which prevented Han Mu's true energy from reaching Mr. Zhao's tracheal position in time.

Therefore, Mr. Zhao was still lying on the stall with his limbs stiffly, and the needle that Han Mu stabbed into seemed to be of no use at all.

But this cannot be blamed on these people. Who has ever seen a heart attack that can be treated with acupuncture?

Uncle Zhao's trachea is blocked, and phlegm accumulates in the depths of his throat. Even if the heart resumes beating, if the respiratory tract is blocked, Uncle Zhao will suffocate to death.

Logically, Mr. Zhao needs to use a sputum suction device to suck out the sputum deep in his throat, but where can I find this kind of medical device in this vegetable market?

Han Mu could only use his own method to pierce the needle into the respiratory tract and pierce a small mouth of his finger, allowing his blood to accompany the true qi to penetrate into Mr. Zhao's respiratory tract along the needle.

As the true energy spread into Mr. Zhao's body, it slowly washed the dirt in his body, and gradually repaired Mr. Zhao's blood vessels... Han Mu's expression on his face returned to calm as he pierced the sweat on his forehead. He slapped his palm on Mr. Zhao's forehead and penetrated the true energy from Tianling to Mr. Zhao's whole body.

As Han Mu retracted his palm, his body trembled. He gasped for a while before he took back the needle on Mr. Zhao's body.

Everyone had surrounded Han Mu, and some people brought sacks, waiting to put them on Han Mu, beat him up, and then threw them to the Xue family to seek justice.

Han Mu looked around, shook his head and said, "What are you doing?"

This old man is fine, and he still wants to cause trouble for me?"

Others glared and rolled their eyes: "You bastard are ignorant and you even use needles and threads to stab Mr. Zhao. Is there any other way to do the king?

We must teach you a lesson today!”

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Han Mu was so amused and laughed at the words of these laymen, just pointing at Mr. Zhao behind him and said.

"You see for yourself, Mr. Zhao has woken up."

The pork seller cursed: "You turtle, what kind of hatred do we Mr. Zhao have with you? Let you harm him like this?"

But before she could finish scolding, Mr. Zhao's body suddenly twitched, scaring everyone to run over.

"Don't leave, you're dead. Damn, our neighbors in the vegetable market will never let you go!"

Several vegetable dealers surrounded Han Mu and prepared to wait for the ambulance to arrive before calculating the calculations with Han Mu.

"Cough cough...drip..." Mr. Zhao suddenly turned over, opened his throat and retching, and even vomited a pool of phlegm, his face turned red.

"I, me, what's wrong with me?"

Uncle Zhao spit out the phlegm and immediately breathed in fresh air, looking at everyone with a confused look on his face.

"What are you doing?

Why are they all around?"

The pork seller and the others were confused and quickly said to Mr. Zhao: "Uncle Zhao, are you okay? You were unconscious just now, and we are still afraid that something will happen to you! Is your chest tight?

Do you still need to take medicine..." Uncle Zhao heard the pork seller and the others explain, and then he learned about his situation just now, so he hurried to Han Mu.

"Young man, thank you so much. I just arrived at the King of Hell. I was in a daze and felt that someone had pulled me back. It turned out that it was you! You are my savior!"

Uncle Zhao looked excited, his eyes were full of gratitude, and his complexion gradually recovered.

Everyone was shocked at this time. Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhao woke up miraculously, and it was really thanks to the young man in front of him.

Especially the pork seller, my face felt green. Thinking of how distrust Han Mu just now, my face was full of embarrassment.

"Uncle, this is nothing, it's just a simple task!"

Han Mu was very calm and continued, "I have cleared your heart disease for you, but you are old and your blood vessels are not as good as when you were young. You should take good care of your body! I will prescribe some medicines to clear your blood vessels for you, and you will be much better for your body after taking them!"

Han Mu took out paper and pen from his body and wrote a prescription: "I'll take it for a month, so don't come to the vegetable market to work first. Health is important. Let's work in a month!"

Uncle Zhao walked through the Gate of Hell. When he heard Han Mu's words, he immediately held Han Mu's hand and thanked him.

"I don't know how to repay you, my life-saving benefactor!"

Han Mu waved his hand and said, "I didn't want you to repay you. You are healthy, so I'll come to buy vegetables and leave! Bye bye!"

"I'm sorry, we just blamed you wrongly!"
Chapter completed!