The middle-aged man hurriedly tried to stop him.
Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, before anyone could react, the Silver Needle in Su Qiao's hand had already pierced the old man's chest.
"Oh my God!"
The crowd of onlookers exclaimed.
"Did I read that correctly? Such a long needle... just... goes in like this?"
"You can't just stab someone to death, right?"
The middle-aged man reached out angrily and pushed Su Qiao: "Are you crazy? How can you act so randomly?"
"This is a living person, a life. If something happens, can you take responsibility?"
Su Qiao ignored him, felt in his schoolbag, and took out a small porcelain bottle.
Very calmly, he poured a small black pill from it, stuffed it directly into the old man's mouth, and pressed it under his tongue.
"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat. Even many people around him looked at Su Qiao with condemnation.
Su Qiao still ignored him, with a cold face and gently twirling the tail of the needle.
After a while, she felt the movement in the old man's chest and pulled out Silver Needle.
He took a tissue from his pocket and wiped it, stood up and left.
The effect of the medicine should be pretty good.
Although the medicinal material is not a precious medicinal material, diluted Spirit Spring is added to it.
The efficacy of the medicine was immediately increased by several levels.
If this were not the case, she would not really test the medicine on the old man.
The middle-aged man stood in front of this strange and beautiful girl with a serious face:
"Little girl, you can't leave. If something happens to this old man, you have to bear the responsibility."
The onlookers also chimed in indignantly.
"Yes, little girl, you can't cause trouble and just slap your butt and leave."
"We must not let her go like this. Today's young people dare to do anything and do anything randomly. They just don't like to be responsible."
"Who are these people? The old man could still be saved, but if she comes like this, he will definitely be doomed."
"This little girl couldn't have run away from some mental hospital, right? But her clothes don't look like it."
Hearing this, Su Qiao's face turned dark. "If I don't save him, he will see King Yama soon."
In the past, when people would come to her door with gold bars and ask for medical treatment, she would always depend on her mood.
I was so kind today, but why did I end up saving the wrong person?
Glancing at the old man with his eyes slightly open on the ground, she felt a little impatient:
"And what's the responsibility? Look, haven't people woke up already?"
If she hadn't seen the old man regain his breath, she wouldn't have taken the needle at all.
"This... this...?"
Looking at the old man who had opened his eyes, the middle-aged man was stunned.
The onlookers were also confused.
"Wake up... wake up?"
"Oh my god, am I dreaming?"
A young boy covered his chest in a funny way:
"Is this world a fantasy? Why has it become so strange?"
"Could it be that I originally lived in a fantasy world because I, as an ordinary person, have no access to those mysterious hidden families?"
"Then those Lightness Skill Internal Cultivation Pluck Flowers and Fly Leaves are all real?"
The friend next to him bumped his shoulder and looked down upon Underground Passage:
"Wake up, even if you have those things, you, a loser, can't counterattack the super-powerful Male Lead."
It took the middle-aged man a while to calm down, and he hurried to the old man's side. "Old man, how are you... how are you?"
The old man slowly sat up with his hand, caressed his chest, and felt it carefully for a while.
There was a trace of doubt in his eyes. "I feel good, my chest doesn't hurt anymore, I feel very comfortable."