Chapter: 114
"Probably ill."
Zhang Han replied.
Although Zhang Han is only in the Qi training period now, a little spiritual power can also be transmitted through the touch of his hands. It can be said that he checked the old man and knew which part of his body was wrong.
But Zhang Han didn't intend to be nosy.
In the depths of his pupils was an indifference towards life, as if to say: The life and death of others has nothing to do with me.
Zhang Han has practiced immortality for five hundred years, and he has seen many lives and deaths. Ordinary people are just ants. A powerful person can destroy a planet with a single palm. There are countless people on the planet. Many people should not die, but they die in In the hands of the mighty, it is only because they are weak like ants, and life and death are but a thought of the strong.
Although Zhang Han didn't do that kind of destructive thing, he still saw some.
When Zhang Tian passed by the crowd, suddenly, the two staff members who pressed the old man's chest and Renzhong acupoints said in surprise:
"His breath is getting weaker and weaker, and his hands and feet are starting to get cold, what should we do?"
The manager's face turned pale when he heard the words, and he was a little scared. If this happened to someone, he would be affected regardless of whether it had anything to do with him.
"I'm a doctor, let me take a look!"
A middle-aged man in his forties wearing glasses squeezed in from the outside.
After he spoke, the crowd hurriedly made way for him. He walked up to the old man and knelt down, opened his eyelids and looked at his pupils, felt the pulse on his wrist and neck, and finally pressed his chest twice .
His brows gradually wrinkled.
"What's wrong with my dad? Doctor, what's wrong with my dad?" The glamorous woman cried.
"The situation is not very good. The symptoms may be heart and lung failure. If the ambulance does not arrive in five minutes, then... hey..." The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed.
"Ah!" The glamorous woman uttered a mournful cry and burst into tears.
"Wooooow, grandpa, grandpa..." The little boy in the car finally realized that his grandpa might be about to pass away, so he cried out very sadly, and suddenly there was a desolate atmosphere on the field, From time to time, a sigh came from the crowd.
Zhang Han hugged Mengmeng and pushed the cart forward.
After walking a few steps, I found that Mengmeng hadn't moved at all, so I looked down and found Mengmeng who was about to cry.
"Mengmeng..." Zhang Han's mouth paused, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Mengmeng's small arms surrounded Zhang Han.
"Papa..." Mengmeng choked up and said: "Papa, you must be healthy and not sick, Mengmeng can't live without you...they are so pitiful..."
Tears fell from the corners of Mengmeng's eyes, not because of the old man's scary state, but seeing the sad look of the little boy, which caused Mengmeng's mood to change.
Little did they know, it was because of Mengmeng's tears that the old man's life was saved.
"Father won't be sick, don't worry Mengmeng, okay, don't cry, be good." Zhang Han touched Mengmeng's head, pondered for a while, Zhang Han shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Mengmeng don't cry, Why don't Dad wake up that old grandpa?"
"good......"
Mengmeng said pitifully.
Zhang Han shook his head, put the shopping cart aside, turned around and walked over with Mengmeng in his arms.
At the same time, Zhang Han sighed slightly in his heart.
Mengmeng is still too kind, but it is also reasonable. People are inherently kind, and no one is born a wicked person. The environment in which people grow up and the various education they receive have a lot to do with the future.