Jiang Qiqi's nose is almost crooked. He has thought about removing the poisoning at the cost of destroying Zhang yingzhe's internal organs.
But the risk of follow-up is too great, so it is not adopted at all.
Now Han Zhen uses the same method, and Jiang ao'an points out the harm of this method, but the other party not only does not admit the mistake, but accuses itself of it.
Jiang yingzhe pointed directly at the fragments mixed with black blood and said in a loud voice: "everyone, when Zhang yingzhe vomited blood, this kind of thing vomited out was the visceral fragments in his body!"
"This, this shows that Zhang yingzhe's internal organs have been seriously damaged, and even his internal organs may break up and die on the spot!" Jiang said angrily.
Others don't know that Zhang yingzhe actually spits out the internal organs. As a master of martial arts, Lei Chengping is very familiar with the structure of the human body.
Lei Chengping nodded, "not bad! It's really Zhang yingzhe's internal organs. It's easy to treat human trauma, but hard to heal internal injury! Once suffered from serious internal injury, it takes a lot of time to recuperate. And the situation is exactly the same as Jiang said! "
"Can't solve internal injury, almost useless!"
Lei Chengping's words are undoubtedly confirming Jiang's words.
"It's true
"Shouldn't you be arrested and sent to the police station for such a thing?"
"This kind of person is terrible! For the sake of your fame, just ignore the health of others! Such people sell medicine to others! " Some people have thoroughly questioned the nature of Han Zhen's selling pills.
Zhang Xudong is also angry. He clenches his fist and rushes to Han Zhen, "what are you doing? Now you have to give me an explanation of yingzhe's appearance! "
Zhang yingzhe's body suddenly moved and his back trembled, but he spat out a mouthful of black blood again, including a fragment.
Seeing this, Zhang Xudong was even more angry and trembled. But thinking of Han Zhen's force, he did not dare to act rashly. But it didn't reduce his anger.
Although Zhang Xudong does not have much control and power in the Bank of Yanzhou, he usually meets a group of powerful people in Yanzhou.
"Explain?" Han Zhen did not explain.
No need to explain!
Han Zhen took out Yuanyang pill again, "Yuanyang pill, four hundred thousand!"
Zhang Xudong was angry and laughed back. Han Zhen did something to hurt others, but he even dared to ask himself for money. "What about the pill just now?"
Zhang Xudong was full of sarcasm.
"Just now, the price of qinglingdan is three million!" Han Zhen said calmly.
Zhang Xudong has been laughed with anger.
Han Zhen's expression is insipid, and thirty six cloud folding hands are launched again.
Yuanyang Dan, the size of a glass marble, floated straight in the air, spinning at a high speed, which was beyond the observation of others.
People can't see the rotation of Yuanyang Dan, they can only hear the wind whimpering.
"What is this?" Everyone was surprised, but found Yuanyang Dan above strange pop up a light smoke.
The smoke seems to be invisible traction, straight to Zhang Xudong's body everywhere.
Zhang Xudong curled up, but his body was suddenly shocked.
Puff, puff, puff!
As the smoke hits Zhang Xudong's forehead, chest and liver, Zhang yingzhe's body stretches with the sound.
His pale face became ruddy slowly.
That rudeness is not reflected on the surface, but deep into Zhang yingzhe's skin and body.
Visible to the naked eye, delicate and compact.
Everyone knows that it's a state of youth.