Big Shot Little Jiaojiao Breaks Her Persona Again

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

Next, Chi Jiao put needles on several spots on Mr. Meng's forehead.

From head to toe, Mr. Meng had nine stitches on his body.

Nine needles and one pulse are Chi Jiao's exclusive therapy.

Combined with the medication she gave, the effect was excellent.

Old Man Meng endured tremendous pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained motionless.

Seeing that Mr. Meng's face was gradually turning pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, the surrounding melon eaters couldn't help but began to murmur in their hearts.

Can this really work?

Why do you see Mr. Meng's face even worse than before?

"Grandpa Meng looks very painful." Huo Wanwan couldn't help speaking again, she glanced at Grandpa Meng with worried eyes, and then looked at Chi Jiao, "Chi Jiao, your way is true. Does it work? Don't you see that Grandpa Meng is suffering now?"

Chi Jiao's eyes did not waver, she turned her head and glanced at Huo Wanwan lightly: "It's okay."

Huo Wanwan wanted to say something, but Yan Qingqing's voice sounded coldly again: "Huo Wanwan, if you can, try to treat Mr. Meng, if you can't, just keep your mouth shut and don't compare. ."

Huo Wanwan was really afraid of Yan Qingqing, so she closed her mouth immediately, and there was a deep unwillingness hidden in the depths of her 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 dirty words, so she can only endure it.

Seeing that Huo Wanwan had stopped, Yan Qingqing snorted coldly.

The huge hall fell into silence, and everyone's attention was again on Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng felt that his left leg seemed to be on fire, and it was painful and a little itchy. Miaobi Pavilion

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

The girl's soft voice sounded a kind of soothing power, and Mr. Meng endured the great pain and said hello with a trembling voice.

Another five minutes passed.

Chi Jiao began to take needles.

After all the nine needles were taken out, Mr. Meng felt a stench in his throat.

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

The blood was black and had a faint stench.

"Dad!" Meng He and Meng Xueqing saw that Mr. Meng vomited blood, and immediately walked to the sofa, shouting nervously.

The other Meng family members who were present also gathered around.

Huo Wanwan saw that Mr. Meng was vomiting blood, and a gloating flashed in his eyes. He looked at Chi Jiao and said, "Chi Jiao, you have cured Mr. Meng. His old man is vomiting blood! What are you thinking about?"

This is like questioning Chi Jiao.

In fact, she wanted to turn everyone's attention to her.

The reporters who had originally aimed the camera at Mr. Meng, immediately turned the camera and aimed at Chi Jiao.

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

"How can this little girl be so confused at such a young age? Making fun of other people's lives."

"Mr. Meng's situation just now was a little wrong, and now he's vomiting blood."

"It must be serious if you vomited blood. This Meng family is real, why didn't you call an ambulance?"

"..."

Even though those discussions got into her ears, Chi Jiao still had a calm and calm expression on her face.