The Goddess Shines on America

　　 "I'm fine, really, no problem at all."

In the bedroom on the second floor, when Secret Orwell insisted that he go to the hospital as soon as possible, Bush Sr. said: "At most, two people can give me a simple check. Do you want me to be filmed in the news again, because of a heart attack? Hospitalized?"

　　 Therefore, the Naval Observatory One is not exclusively used for the residence of the Vice President, but the manor has been specially remodeled and has complete security facilities. The situation in the restaurant was not only directly recorded by the camera in the corner, but also immediately notified to the entire Secret Service department. At this time, the president’s phone calls for condolences have all hung up, but the crowd in the bedroom still has not dispersed.

　　 "Miss Alice, I must confirm with you again."

At the same time, in the corner of this spacious bedroom, a very serious special agent was questioning Alice: "You hit the vice president on the chest with great strength and successfully recovered his cardiac arrest. What principle is it relying on?"

　　 "I will repeat to you again, it is to put pressure on the heart."

I was asked three times by three groups of people within half an hour. Alice’s answer was as patient as possible: “This is the same principle as a pacemaker, or it’s similar. It is contacted by the pulse generator stimulation electrode. The myocardium makes the heart excite and contract, but I rely on my fist, right sir, rely on my fist."

Raising her small fist pretentiously, Alice said with a gloomy expression: "Applying a certain number of powers to the heart in an instant can also replace the pacemaker to a certain extent, but the operation is extremely complicated, and it is also exceptional for the patient. Pain. But I have said it twice, eh, in that kind of emergency, all the means to save people are precious!"

　　 Because of this explanation, it’s not too much to ask three times...

The guy from the Secret Service was obviously replied: "Miss Alice, I’m not kidding, please don’t make a fool of yourself? There is only one Bruce Lee in the world. There may be such an exaggerated ability!"

Alice breaks her fingers indifferently: "Chinese martial arts are vast and profound, but you can't understand it by just learning to capture and play Sanda. Do you know what internal power is? Do you know what internal power is? Don’t you know? You know what a fart~"

　　 I really don't understand, a series of three or four lines in Chinese that are not clear enough to make this Secret Service guy who has just turned twenty-four completely stunned.

　　 "Gellert, don't embarrass people."

　　 When Bush Sr. finally took time out of the crowd and pushed away the doctor who had been blocking the bed, he turned to Alice and said, "Let the child breathe a sigh of relief, come, Alice, come here for a while."

　　 Of course, Barbara and Bush Jr. have always been by their father's side. At this time, they both looked at Alice with piercing eyes and smiled gratefully. The latter first rolled his eyes at the Secret Service bodyguard, then folded his arms with both hands, and walked to the bed arrogantly.

　　 "Hey, old man, these guys around you are not very polite."

　　 More than one person laughed softly. After an hour and a half of rest, Bush's complexion has returned to ruddy, and his complexion has improved a lot. At this time, he started a little bit on the bed and smiled at Alice: "You have to understand, my child, after all, that one at the time. The effect of the trick is amazing. Yes, yes, the effect is amazing in various senses, but you beat me so hard."

　　 At this point, Bush Sr. did not forget to touch his heart. A slap is just a slap with a palm instead of a fist. The strength of that power is like a direct bombardment of the heart with a heavy iron cone. Until now, he has never forgotten the sharp pain of the heart.

　　 Well, the pain during the cardiac arrest and the sharp pain caused by Alice's slap were enough to make him sweat.

　　 "So, everyone here, can you give us one minute?"

With the Vice President’s explicit order, the bodyguards and doctors did not stay any longer, and when Orwell was the last one to walk out, Bush Sr. did not forget to say: "Orwell, you just have to keep guard at the door. Everyone else rolled downstairs and stayed there!"

　　 Orwell nodded: "Yes, sir."

　　 The door closed, and after a long time of hustle and bustle, this private bedroom finally fell into a rare silence. Barbara

First of all he breathed a sigh of relief, while Bush Jr. was wiping cold sweat on one side, and kept muttering: "Fortunately, I didn't let the children over, fortunately I didn't let the children over..."

Bush coughed twice, and then solemnly said to Alice: "My child, first of all, I must say thank you. Although I don't know what your skills are, you saved my life. It's nothing. doubt."

Barbara nodded and said, "Yeah, yeah, those idiots from the Secret Service, and CPR? That's for patients who are already in a coma, okay? No, it seems that you can also treat people who are awake. Do? Son, can you say it after all?"

There seemed to be signs of digression, Alice spoke modestly: "I just learned a little bit of basic martial arts and a little bit of basic medical theory. This is the first time I have used palm immortality to save people. I didn't expect to succeed. ."

　　 When she said so, her white and tender face showed no signs of flushing.

　　 "Chapter... Shows... Art? Is this its name?"

　　 "Palm Xianshu, okay, those old antique martial arts books with yellowed paper leaves, you can't even know them."

　　 Bush sighed slowly, and after a long silence, he slowly said, "Today... is really lively."

　　 I thought it was just a lunch plus endless business meetings afterwards. Who would have thought that a severe cardiac arrest would happen by coincidence when the Vice President of the United States of America met a guest privately?

　　 First of all, according to Bush Sr.'s own explanation, when he suddenly suffered from a heart problem a week ago, although there were attacks from time to time, it has never been so severe.

　　 Of course, in just one week, he was immobile in the office for thirteen times in a row, and it took several tens of seconds to recover. In fact, it is already a very serious phenomenon. It's just that, just like when he had just eaten, he was almost killed on the spot, which was the first case in this week.

　　 In short, according to the doctor who came to the consultation, it means, Vice President, you old man, you should go to the hospital for a good check up tomorrow. Don’t care about the media anymore. My life is important.

　　 So at this time, when Alice suddenly showed his hand to rescue Bush Sr., what happened in this bedroom naturally couldn't be related to the underage girl staying overnight.

"I'm actually quite interested in medicine. You know, there is a big bookcase in my bedroom. There are several medical books in it... Yes, it happens to have heart disease. I am interested in authentic CPR. I also know about surgery, but well, so many parents haven’t kissed Lanhaizhi yet, how can I give you artificial respiration?"

"Popularizing Palm Immortal Technique? This is impossible, really impossible. It involves learning Chinese martial arts from an early age. It also requires internal power... What is internal power? It is a kind of Chinese practiced and stored in the body. Bioenergy. Uh...you want to see it?"

　　 Facing the extremely expectant gazes of the Bush family, Alice gave a helpless smile.

　　 Bush immediately said: "It doesn't matter if you force it, I know that you will be very tired with that technique, if you are so discouraged..."

　　 "Internal power, palm fairy art is hard, but it's not a big deal to just use internal power, I just don't know... Okay, I'll do it all at once."

　　 The train is running all the time in her mouth, Alice glances left and right, staring at the family portrait on the bedside table.

　　 Then, she stretched out a thin white finger and gently tapped it on the top of the frame.

　　 Then, she took a deep breath, and when she exhaled slowly, her other free hand made a movement gesture that all Chinese understand.

　　 By the way, she closed her eyes.

　　 Then, it was the moment to witness the miracle.

　　 The frame was lifted up.

Just relying on a finger to point on the top of the wooden frame, but the contact area of ​​one square centimeter, the wooden frame weighing hundreds of grams, together with the glass on its surface, and the photos inside, are gently lifted as a whole Up.

　　 There was silence in the room, and the Bush family in front of the bed were watching what Alice was doing with gazes that seemed to witness miracles.

　　 "This is... it is impossible..."

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Kungfu? Chinese Kung Fu can also be magical to this point! ? "

"Oh, God!"

The little girl with closed eyes~www.readwn.com~ slowly raised one of her arms, her slender fingers seemed to be smeared with some kind of super glue-and everyone knows not-only by the touch of the small nail size The surface, and the friction that can't be formed in principle, lifted a whole wooden picture frame.

　　 Old Bush has been dumbfounded, so why not Bush Jr., Barbara's eyes towards Alice are more like looking at a living angel. Of course, of course, this is only due to cultural customs, so when Alice put the frame back in place, Barbara also recovered.

　　 is not an angel, it is a mysterious Chinese Kung Fu, but it is indeed a little angel who saved her husband.

　　 There was a long silence. When Alice opened her eyes again and breathed out slowly, the Bush family was still silent.

　　Alice was not in a hurry, so she found a cup and drank.

　　The purpose has been achieved.

Imagine that when Alice was the Vice President of the United States, the 41st President George W. Bush, and the future 43rd President George W. Bush, first he saved Lao Tzu and then revealed medical ninjutsu. After another show of "Chinese Kung Fu", what kind of benefits can she get?

　　 Slowly drinking this glass of water, watching the family gradually recover, Alice shook her head, as if accompanied by some music. (To be continued.)