Chapter 161 Myocardial Infarction

With the man's roar, everyone's attention was concentrated.

A young man in his twenties who was poured into wine by Feng Ping, wearing black framed eyes, looked gentle, but his eyes were a little fluttering, and the sinister smell on his face was quite heavy. After seeing it, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

The weather was quite hot, and the man was wearing a light-colored T-shirt. After being splashed by the wine spilled by Fengping, the bright red liquid was covered in the face, as if he was terrifying.

"The concentration of red wine is still very good, what a pity." Fan Wubing sighed, thinking that the wine that Feng Ping had just poured out was worth more than the salary of an ordinary person for a month.

Fengping splashed out the Latu in 1978. As early as the 14th century, the Latu manor was mentioned in the literature, but it was not a winery at that time. It was not until the 16th century that grapes began to be planted here. In the mid-19th century, it was rated as a first-class famous house in Bordeaux, France, and was highly sought after by wine lovers.

This ancient winery was bought by Louis XIV, the private secretary of France in the 17th century, and has been replacing it among French nobles since then. It is best if Latour is fully matured for ten to fifteen years. After maturing, Latour has a very rich sense of layering, and the wine is full and delicate. As a famous wine tasting house described, Latour is like a low and strong bass, mellow but not stimulating, graceful and rich in connotation, and is a silver color that penetrates the layers of night.

Unfortunately, it is a pity that such expensive wine has actually poured on someone else's head.

"I'm sorry--" Feng Ping didn't expect that the wine would fly out and pour it on someone else's head, and she was suddenly at a loss.

After all, it was my own fault that caused others' losses. What should I do about this matter?

"Sorry?! If it's useful to say sorry, what else do the police do?!" said the young man relentlessly.

"Puff--" Fan Wubing didn't take it seriously at first, but after hearing the young man's words, he couldn't help but spray a sip of wine and laughed out loud, "You are so funny! I pity my Latu! This squirt can cost at least a few hundred yuan! Hahaha--"

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?! Believe it or not, I will spray you with wine?!" the young man said angrily.

Fan Wubing's face changed and he snorted coldly, "Give you two courages!"

"You think I dare not?!" The young man was also overwhelmed with passion, and directly picked up the teacup on the table and poured it on Fan Wubing.

A black light flashed by, and the young man staggered and sat back to his original position. The sleeve of the T-shirt was nailed tightly to the solid wood table by an ebony chopstick. Not only did he almost fall down by the chopsticks, but the teacup in his hand shook even more, and the hot tea water poured on his pants.

The clothes everyone wears in summer are thin, so they burn themselves very hard and they suddenly start to cry and howl.

The two companions next to him were shocked to see this and hurried over to pull out the ebony chopsticks. However, they did not expect that the ebony chopsticks were originally solid, and the solid wood tabletop was even more solid. After pulling it a few times, they didn't move at all. So they had to change to pull the T-shirt. After pulling a big hole, they finally pulled out the clothes.

The three of them looked at Fan Wubing in fear. They didn't know where this man came from, so they threw their ebony chopsticks into the solid wood table with all their might, which was enough to conclude that this man was really not easy to mess with. Could it be that he was a martial arts master?

Fan Wubing then said lightly, "Isn't it just a T-shirt with a bun of alcohol? How big a deal? Isn't it okay to pay you two thousand yuan and take a bottle of Latu? If you want to ask for more, it's impossible to have a penny."

As he said that, Fan Wubing threw out two thousand yuan and sent a bottle of Latu that had not been opened. Then he said, "Don't be so angry, I see that your face is red, and there is a little black air between the Yintang. It must be that his heart is a bit bad. The most taboo thing is to be irritable, be careful of myocardial infarction."

"You're just myocardial infarction!" The young man was furious and wanted to roll up his sleeves and have sex with Fan Wubing.

"Xiao Dong, forget it, everyone eats their own food. They don't mean to sprinkle it out. Besides, I'm not going to pay the money too." The older man saw that Fan Wubing had a lot of people and made compensation, so he didn't want to cause trouble and tried his best to dissuade him.

In fact, after seeing Fan Wubing showing off his skills, the young man lost money and drinks, he didn't want to pursue the matter. He just glanced at the young girl next to him, and felt very embarrassed, so he stood up and was about to curse Fan Wubing.

Anyway, this is a hotel and a public place. Can he still dare to hit someone?!

Besides, I am not an ordinary person, I can let others bully you?!

So the young man was about to curse, but as soon as he stood up, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his muscles seemed to be about to be pulled together. His limbs were cold and weak, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

"Little Dong?!Little Dong, what's wrong with you?" The older man was shocked. He didn't know what happened to the young man. Could it be that he wanted to pretend to be sick and rely on him? But seeing the purple color on his face, it didn't seem to be pretending!

The young woman was also a little panicked and hurriedly pulled the young man with the middle-aged man, wanting to see what was wrong with him.

Fan Wubing said next to him, "Didn't I say that, myocardial infarction, call an ambulance quickly! If the rescue is timely, it is possible that you will survive!"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly shouted to the waiter, "Call for an ambulance! Hurry up!"

The waiter had never encountered such a situation. Hearing the words, he quickly turned around and ran to the bar to call.

However, the young man's face became even more blue, as if he was about to be suffocated to death. The middle-aged man and the young woman were a little panicked. The girl's reaction was still faster. She looked up and asked Fan Wubing and said, "Are you a doctor? Since you can know that he has a myocardial infarction, you must be able to save the person? When the doctor comes, you will probably be out of breath!"

Fan Wubing looked at the young man. Although the black air on his face still condensed but did not dissipate, there was no sign of death. So he said, "Treatment and treatment are different, but he is not dead for the time being. If the doctor can feel it within twenty minutes and the treatment is timely, then he will not die!"

The middle-aged man also reacted. Thinking of the chopsticks that Fan Wubing had thrown just now, he could guess that this person must be an hidden master. He begged, "This gentleman, although Xiao Dong had offended him before, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Please help me, save people first!"

At this time, everyone who was having dinner gathered around to see the situation here. Xia Donghai also said, "Mr. Fan, if you can save him, just save him. How unlucky is it to die? No one is in the mood to eat!"

Feng Ping also said, "No disease, treat him. I know you will definitely do it. If he dies, I will always think it has something to do with me throwing him in a body of wine, and I will be upset in the future."

Fan Wubing looked up at the surroundings, but found that everyone in the company was watching him. He thought that in such an occasion, saving people is better than not. Although there is no big problem as long as the doctor comes, the person looks very scary now, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then just save him and save him."

The needle box given to him by his teacher Fan Tianlan was always with Fan Wubing. At this time, he took out the red sandalwood needle box, took out the three-edged needle, and first bleeded the young man one by one. The three-edged needle was stabbed in, but no blood was seen. After squeezing, the blood was flowing out black. After all the ten fingers were released, the young man's face improved, not so black, purple and green.

Then Fan Wubing took out a long needle and pierced it into the young man's Neiguan acupoint. After piercing the needle into Neiguan, he quickly lifted and twisted it. While observing the changes in the young man's complexion, he felt that the effect was not very good, so he acupunctured his Juque again, Tanzhong and Sanyinjiao points. In this way, his condition gradually stabilized.

But the young man had suffered such trouble just now, and his mental and physical strength were consumed a lot. He lay softly there and could not move. He just stared at Fan Wubing softly, and could not say a word.

Fan Wubing nodded, knowing that it was nothing serious, so he ordered the waiter, "Get some ginger slices, I want to give him some moxibustion."

Of course, there is no shortage of ginger slices in the restaurant. The waiter dared not neglect it. Soon he took the ginger slices. Fan Wubing found some moxa velvet from his bag, lit it, and then started moxibustion on several acupoints for the young man.
Chapter completed!