Chapter: 115

I remember a professional organization said that a child's personality is basically fixed from birth to seven years old. It is conceivable that education is very important when children are young.

However, Zhang Han feels that he is too kind to feel compassionate, and it is too much to feel pity for any poor person's pain. It seems that he still needs to find a time for Mengmeng to see the face of social reality.

Zhang Han walked over and thought.

Pushing aside people to squeeze in, the cold woman and her son were crying hard, and the old man's complexion became paler and paler.

Even the two staff members gave up on first aid and stood by, helpless.

"I'll show him a look."

Zhang Han glanced at the glamorous woman lightly, and without waiting for her to answer, he hugged Mengmeng with one hand and pressed the old man's wrist with the other.

The spiritual power was transported from Zhang Han's meridians to the fingers, piercing the old man's body and walking up and down.

One second, two seconds...

Finally, after twenty seconds, Zhang Han discovered the abnormality.

At this time, Zhang Han looked calm, stretched out his palm and put it on the old man's chest, and immediately patted it down!

"boom!"

A dull sound came out, which immediately startled everyone.

The old man's condition is already very bad, how dare this man hit his chest so hard?

People didn't know why, and stared at Zhang Han with a calm face.

Even the glamorous woman was a little stunned, just about to speak, at this moment.

"Puff...cough cough cough...puff...."

The old man on the ground coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of phlegm one after another from his mouth.

"Ah? Dad, how are you, Dad? How are you, Dad..." The glamorous woman was full of surprises, and asked while shedding tears of joy.

"Huh..." The old man took a few deep breaths before recovering, and said softly, "Oh, it's so boring, the phlegm is much better, I'm fine..."

After seeing Zhang Han rescued the old man, the people around couldn't help applauding, looking at Zhang Han with amazed eyes, and the words of praise were endless.

Zhang Han had no expression on his face, but the little princess in her arms was happy, and her face was shining with incomparable pride, as if to say: Look, my papa is amazing, right?

"Thank you sir, thank you sir." After seeing the old man recovered, the cold woman ran to Zhang Han's side to thank Zhang Han repeatedly, and said incoherently: "I don't know how to repay you, you, can you leave a contact information."

"No, I just don't want to see my daughter cry." Zhang Han shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Let your elderly smoke less, eat less greasy things, and exercise some time, so that they can live longer."

After Zhang Han said something, he hugged Mengmeng and turned to leave, leaving behind a glamorous woman with a complicated face.

"Wait, sir, please wait a moment." The middle-aged doctor who had seen the old man ran over, looked respectful, and asked softly, "Sir, how did you see the old man's condition?"

Zhang Han glanced at him and said lightly: "Learn more about Chinese medicine."

After speaking, he pushed the car forward.

"Learn a lot of Chinese medicine..." Mengmeng imitated Zhang Han's tone, and said to the man in a decent voice.

Of course, this sentence is a sentence Zhang Han casually fooled, but Zhang Han also knows that if he is a veteran of Chinese medicine, he can also see it here.