Chapter 410

This knife looks very evil and bloody in shape.

The blade is long and slender, and the tip of the knife is slightly curved upwards. The front third of the tip of the knife looks like it has been sharpened, but it is now full of rust.

The two-thirds of the tip of the knife is still very sharp, but it has serrations and blood grooves.

It looks very bloody, very similar to a modern black crocodile sword. If it is sharp enough, there is absolutely no reason for a person to live if the knife is cut.

But this kind of knife is slender and sharp, but it has a fatal flaw, that is, it is easy to break.

This black crocodile sword is from a famous TV series. Its shape is cool, evil and bloody enough. However, if you really go to the battlefield and fight the enemy, it is estimated that the enemy will be able to cut off the black crocodile sword.

This is something that is not useful.

"Although it looks like a black crocodile sword, it looks antique, a bit like a special-shaped sword made by an ancient blacksmith." Zhang Hao commented.

"Made, isn't it true? At the beginning I was deceived by this simple appearance. I found an appraiser, and this knife is a fake. There has never been a weapon with this shape in all dynasties." Li Fuhai stomped his feet angrily.

Zhang Hao didn't listen to Li Fuhai's words, his eyes continued to look at the short knife in his hand, no matter how carefully he examined it, he couldn't see any magic in this knife.

"Why can it attract the little gourd's attention?" Zhang Hao didn't think about it.

But it doesn't matter, because the trembling of the little gourd is telling Zhang Hao that this rusty short knife is not ordinary.

"I'll just choose this dagger." Zhang Hao said with a smile.

"what?!"

Li Fuhai was stunned, he never expected that Zhang Hao would still choose this dagger in the end.

"It's okay to give this dagger to brother Zhang for free. After all, this dagger is not a good thing. Zhang Hao can still choose another antique." Li Fuhai said with a smile.

"No need, just this dagger." Zhang Hao continued.

Since it could attract the little gourd's attention, it meant that the dagger had something special about it. After getting such a huge bargain, Zhang Hao felt ashamed to take other people's antiques again.

Seeing Zhang Hao being so magnanimous, Li Fuhai felt embarrassed, and finally gritted his teeth and took out a bank card.

"Brother Zhang, there are 180 million in this card. It is an auspicious number to give away. Please accept it." Li Fuhai said firmly.

"This……"

"My brother is a good man. He knows that I like these antiques, so I only choose a bad knife. I, Li Fuhai, am not a person who knows how to advance or retreat. When I come out to mess around, face is the most important thing. Whoever gives me face, I will give gold to him."

Li Fuhai was extremely grateful. Zhang Hao not only helped him train the dog regardless of past suspicions, but also took his favorite antiques. This temperament made him admire.

In fact, more than 100 million yuan still feels small to him, but he has no choice. This is all the money he can take out. Although he has a net worth of tens of millions, most of the money is in the mines and really cannot be withdrawn.

"If brother Zhang doesn't accept this money, he will be slapping my brother in the face." Li Fuhai said sincerely.

"Then it's hard to turn down the hospitality."

Naturally, Zhang Hao had no reason to refuse the money offered to him.

If he knew what was going on in Li Fuhai's mind, he might burst out laughing, this old man has too many things in his head.

Holding a short knife and a large sum of money, under the arrangement of Li Fuhai, a special car was sent to send Zhang Hao back to Malgou Village.

After returning home, Zhang Hao began to study the dagger, wondering what was so unusual about it.

After researching, Zhang Hao really found something unusual about this knife. He burned it with fire, but the knife did not turn red, and even softened.

With sandpaper, the rust on this is so stubborn that it has not been sanded off.

It was even more shady to admit the master with a drop of blood. As a result, the bloodletting was enough to use a knife, but there was still no change.

Lin Wan on the side was stunned: "I think brother Hao is sick, what do you think?"

The audience in the live broadcast room began to express their opinions one after another.

"It's because reading novels is so addicted that I can't distinguish between fantasy and reality."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect my father-in-law to have such a secondary school side, which refreshed my understanding of him."

"It's hopeless, let's pull him out and kill him, so that I can have Master Wan."

The atmosphere in the live broadcast room is very happy, and everyone is happy to watch Zhang Hao get a little nervous occasionally, which is also quite fun.

At this moment, hundreds of miles away, Xiangping City Hospital.

Today's Xiangping City Hospital is full, and most of the injured in the serial traffic accidents have been transferred to this hospital.

At this moment, a woman in her thirties was walking in the corridor of the hospital pushing a wheelchair, and a man was sitting on the wheelchair.

The two were the parents of the little boy Zhang Hao rescued during the previous car accident.

The man, Zhao Qiang, is a senior engineer at Tailai Chemical Factory.

The woman, Qian Xiaoli, is the vice president of Huaguo Bank in Xiangping City.

The husband and wife are doing very well in Xiangping City, a small town on the [-]th line. They are not very rich, but their lives are far superior to those of ordinary people.

A car accident almost killed their family. They were grateful to Tangdou for finding their family in distress, and even more grateful to Zhang Hao and Lin Wan, who were their lifesavers.

"Have you found any news about your benefactor?" Zhao Qiang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, asked his wife who was more informed.

Qian Xiaoli said with a smile while pushing her husband: "We have found out, our benefactor is a well-known anchor. When our family is discharged from the hospital, we will go thank the benefactor."

As the two walked, they came to the door of the intensive care unit.

They have just been notified that their son is out of danger and can be transferred to a general ward.

The reason why the husband and wife are more grateful to Zhang Hao is that the son's feet are preserved, and the doctors think this is a medical miracle.

They didn't expect their legs to be so badly injured. They didn't hold much hope. After the operation, the recovery effect was amazing, and they could be cured.

When the husband and wife just arrived at the door of the intensive care unit, a group of medical staff hurried into the ward. Today the child can be transferred to the general ward.

The doctors began to remove various instruments from the child.

"What is this?"

A doctor found a strange-looking silver needle in the little boy's chest, and he stretched out his hand to pull out the silver needle from the boy's body.

"Can't move!"

Qian Xiaoli pushed Su Qiang into the ward, and hurriedly called out: "This silver needle is left by a genius doctor. The genius doctor said that this silver needle cannot be moved until my son is out of danger!"

"Cut." The doctor showed a disdainful look on his face: "It's so stupid that there are still people who believe in Chinese medicine these days."

While speaking, the doctor stretched out his hand and grabbed the silver needle on the little boy's body.

"No!" Qian Xiaoli screamed.

However, the doctor didn't care about it at all. With this silver needle, it would be more troublesome to remove other instruments, so he directly pulled out the hand.

Seeing that the silver needle was pulled out and the little boy was still safe and sound, the doctor smiled and said, "Look, there is nothing wrong with this child. Remember not to be deceived by those Chinese medicine scammers. You have to trust us real doctors."

(End of this chapter)

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