Big Shot Little Jiaojiao Breaks Her Persona Again

  Chapter 373 If you can’t do it, just close your mouth, don’t compare

  The people around watching the excitement also watched this scene with bated breath, and the atmosphere was a bit tense.

  Next, Chi Jiao applied needles to several places on the forehead of Mr. Meng.

  From head to toe, there are a total of nine stitches on the body of Mr. Meng.

  Nine needles and one pulse is Chi Jiao’s exclusive treatment.

  With the medication she gave, the effect is excellent.

  Old man Meng endured great pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained motionless.

  The surrounding people who ate the melon saw that Old Man Meng’s face gradually turned waxy white, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, they couldn't help but began to whisper in their hearts.

  Can this really work?

  Why do you look at Mr. Meng’s face worse than before?

"Grandpa Meng looks very painful." Huo Wanwan couldn't help but speak again. She glanced at Grandpa Meng with a worried look, and then at Chi Jiao, "Chi Jiao, your method is really true. Does it work? Didn't you see that Grandpa Meng is enduring pain now?"

  Chi Jiao’s eyes didn’t make waves, she turned her head and glanced at Huo Wanwan lightly: “It’s okay.”

What else did Huo Wanwan want to say, Yan Qingqing's voice sounded coldly again: "Huo Wanwan, if you can, you try to treat Mr. Meng, if you can’t, you just shut your mouth and don’t compare yourself. ."

  Huo Wanwan was really afraid of Yan Qingqing, so he closed his mouth now, and there was a deep unwillingness hidden in the depths of his eyes.

  She can’t do the same as Yan Qingqing, she can speak any vulgar language.

  She is a little fairy.

  The little fairy doesn't speak swear words, so she can only endure it.

  Seeing that Huo Wanwan had passed away, Yan Qingqing snorted coldly.

  The large hall fell into silence, and everyone's attention was again on Old Man Meng's body.

  Old man Meng felt that his left leg was burning up, and it was painful and itchy.

  "Grandpa Meng, hold on for a while. When I take the needle, you won't be in pain anymore." Chi Jiao said to Grandpa Meng gently.

  The girl’s soft voice sounded a kind of soothing power. Father Meng endured the great pain, shaking his voice and said hello.

  Another five minutes passed.

  Chi Jiao only started to take the needle.

  After all the nine needles were removed, Father Meng felt a smell of sweetness gushing out of his throat.

   Immediately afterwards, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

  The blood was black, and it exuded a faint fishy smell.

   "Dad!" Meng He and Meng Xueqing saw that Old Man Meng was vomiting blood, they immediately walked to the sofa and shouted nervously.

  The other Meng family present also surrounded them.

  Huo Wanwan saw that Old Man Meng was vomiting blood, a gloating flash of misfortune flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Chi Jiao: "Chi Jiao, you treated Mr. Meng badly, and his old man vomited blood! What is your mind?"

  These words seem to be questioning Chi Jiao.

  In fact, I want to transfer the attention of the people present to her.

  The reporters who originally pointed their cameras at Mr. Meng, immediately turned their cameras to focus on Chi Jiao.

  Many people also set their sights on Chi Jiao, full of condemnation.

   "How can this little girl be so confused at her young age? Joking about other people's lives."

   "The situation of Mr. Meng just now was a bit wrong, and now he is vomiting blood."

   "If you vomit blood, it must be serious. This Meng family is also true. Why don't you call an ambulance?"

  "……"

  No matter what those comments pierced into her ears, Chi Jiao still had a calm expression, calm and peaceful.

  (End of this chapter)