Chapter 263 The Old President's Decision(1/2)
Zhao Dahu's face turned pale.
When he recovered, he saw Wang Fugui looking at him with interest.
"Fuguier, you...you must save me."
With that said, Zhao Dahu rushed towards Wang Fugui.
He hugged Wang Fugui's arm, his eyes full of pleading.
"It's all uncle's fault. I shouldn't have mentioned liquidated damages to you."
"But because of how generous my uncle is to you, the village health center still builds roads before..."
"Which of this did uncle not take care of you? You can't forget it."
As Zhao Dahu spoke, he rubbed his nose and tears on Wang Fugui.
Wang Fugui backed away with a look of disgust on his face, trying to put some distance between the two of them.
However, Zhao Dahu held on to his clothes and refused to let go.
"Village Chief, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor. Besides, this is the intention of the Fox Fairy. What can I do?"
Wang Fugui spread his hands and said, "There is nothing I can do."
"No, Fugui, you must have a way."
However, Zhao Dahu did not believe his words at all.
"I don't want money anymore. I...I can still spend money to buy my life. As long as it allows me to live well, I can agree to all conditions."
Zhao Dahu, however, regarded Wang Fugui as a life-saving straw and clung to it.
It's been a long time, and it's almost time to meet.
Wang Fugui then slowly spoke:
"Village Chief, actually, there is still hope for this matter."
These words gave Zhao Dahu a star of hope.
He immediately looked at Wang Fugui with a savior look on his face.
"only……"
Wang Fugui drew a long last note.
"Don't worry, money is not an issue."
Zhao Dahu spoke crisply.
Wang Fugui heard this and smiled softly:
"Village Chief, this is not a question of money."
"Your health is still improving, but I don't have time now."
"How about this? You come to my house to find me tomorrow and I'll wait for you at home. What do you think?"
Hearing this, Zhao Dahu nodded like he was pounding garlic:
"Okay, okay, no problem!"
At this point, Wang Fugui slapped away the hands that Zhao Dahu was holding on to him.
"Village chief, this is the new Shangguan branch secretary who took office today."
"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. You have to entertain Shangguan Party Secretary well."
Hearing this, Zhao Dahu nodded.
Wang Fugui and Shangguan Yuxi exchanged glances, then warned Zhao Dahu with their eyes before turning and leaving.
Wang Fugui hummed a little tune and left the village branch all the way towards home.
As he was walking, he bumped into an aunt from the village who was a generation older than him.
"Auntie, you are so worried, what happened?"
Wang Fugui asked with a puzzled look.
When she saw Wang Fugui coming across from her, Aunt Wang immediately seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw:
"Fugui son, I was worried and didn't know what to do when I met you. Come and have a look with me."
Aunt Wang was so furious that she grabbed Wang Fugui's arm without any explanation and turned around to leave.
"Auntie, you haven't told me what happened yet?"
Wang Fugui was confused.
"It's too late, come with me."
"Your uncle just got into a fight with someone in the village and got hit on the back of the head with a stick. When he got back, he said he didn't feel well."
"I didn't pay attention at first, but I fell unconscious as soon as I lay down. Come with me and have a look."
Seeing Aunt Wang's extremely anxious words, Wang Fugui's breath froze, and then he quickened his pace.
Arrive at Aunt Wang’s house.
Wang Fugui came to the bedside and saw Uncle Wang lying unconscious on the bed.
"Fuguier, please look at your uncle and see what's wrong with him?"
Aunt Wang was so anxious that she was spinning in circles.
Wang Fugui signaled Aunt Wang not to be anxious, and then sat down by the bed.
He reached out to check his pulse and found that Uncle Wang's pulse was abnormal.
Afterwards, with the help of Shentong, Wang Fugui spent a while to discover the problem.
"My uncle's blood is blocked because he has a blood clot in his brain."
Wang Fugui told the truth.
It looked like his head was really damaged.
"What...what should I do?"
Upon hearing this, Aunt Wang immediately panicked.
"How about... I call the emergency number quickly?"
At the moment, there is no other way but this.
After all, it’s about the head, so don’t be careless.
"No!"
Seeing Aunt Wang about to make a phone call, Wang Fugui stopped her with a serious look.
"My uncle is unconscious now, and the blood clot in his brain is stable for the time being."
"But if you move your body and the blood clot is affected, it could be fatal."
After hearing Wang Fugui's words, Aunt Wang suddenly turned pale.
"Auntie, don't worry, I can solve this."
"You go out and rest first, and I'll show my uncle how to treat it."
With that said, Wang Fugui stood up.
While comforting Aunt Wang with words, he pushed her out of the house.
After guarding the door, Wang Fugui came to the bedside.
Previously, he used Bian Que Massage to save Zhao Xiaoshu from dying.
Now I'm helping Uncle Wang diagnose and treat him, so there shouldn't be much of a problem.
Wang Fugui has the inheritance in hand, and he is naturally confident in his mind.
He took out the package of silver needles from his arms and inserted them into Uncle Wang's corresponding acupuncture points one by one as before.
With the assistance of silver needle acupuncture, and then using Bian Que massage techniques, Uncle Wang was massaged on the relevant acupuncture points one by one.
After half an hour, Wang Fugui was already sweating profusely.
Outside the house, Aunt Wang was already waiting anxiously.
She restrained her thoughts of rushing in to find out what was going on several times, spinning around like an ant on a hot pot.
But she also knew that there was nothing she could do now.
Rushing in so recklessly would not only be of no help, but might also interrupt Wang Fugui's diagnosis.
Aunt Wang didn't know how long she stood outside the door. Finally, she felt that her legs were numb from standing there.
At this moment, the door was opened.
Aunt Wang suddenly raised her head and bumped into a pale face:
To be continued...