Chapter 67

The phone rang suddenly, and Yang Luo stood up, taking out his phone, "Hello?" Yang Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing in them.

Hanging up the phone, he looked at Qian Guorui and said, "I have something to take care of. I'll come back to see her tomorrow."

Qian Guorui nodded, "If it's an emergency, go ahead. Don't worry, everything will be fine here."

Watching Yang Luo leave, a young man in his twenties said somewhat arrogantly, "Teacher, who is he? Why did you let him give us a lecture?"

Qian Guorui glanced at him and pointed to Wang Tong, "This patient is his wife, a police officer who was injured during a mission yesterday. The bullet was only 0.3 millimeters away from her heart. When she was brought in, her heart had already stopped beating before they could even start resuscitation."

"Ah?" The students were all shocked, their mouths wide open.

Qian Guorui said, "Do you remember the finger compression heart resuscitation technique I mentioned?"

A girl with a ponytail, holding a file folder, said quietly, "I remember. You said that only two people in the world have successfully performed this surgery." She gasped, "Teacher! Could it be that...?"

Qian Guorui sighed, "It wasn't me, it was that young man. He used the finger compression heart resuscitation technique to save her. He is the third person in the world to successfully perform this type of heart surgery, and he is also Chinese, which makes me very proud." He looked at the students, "You are all my students, my pride. I can be proud of having you, but you must not be arrogant."

The students nodded, even the arrogant young man lowered his head. He might have been不服气 (unwilling to accept it), but the facts were right there, forcing him to lower his proud head.

Yang Luo parked his car in front of a teahouse. As he walked in, two middle-aged men blocked his way, "Brother! This place has been booked."

Yang Luo quickly reached out and grabbed their faces, using his arms to push them together with a "bang." Before they could react, their heads collided, and they fainted, falling to the ground.

Inside, about a dozen people were sitting. Seeing this, they were stunned for a moment, then rushed over.

"What's going on? Officer Yang is my guest," a cold voice said.

The dozen people stared at Yang Luo, slowly backing away. Yang Luo saw that the speaker was in his forties, bald, with a cold look in his eyes.

Yang Luo sat down across from the bald man, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff. "You called me? You even managed to find my phone number."

The bald man's eyes fixed on Yang Luo. After a while, he suddenly burst into laughter, "Good! Good! Good! You are indeed a man. To be so calm in front of Kun Si."

Yang Luo stood up, leaning both hands on the table, looking down at him, "I've seen plenty of big shots. What are you, Kun Si, compared to them?"

Kun Si's smile vanished, but he quickly laughed again, "Officer Yang is indeed Officer Yang. Kun Si admires you." He then called out, "Bring the gift I prepared for Officer Yang."

One of his subordinates brought over a black briefcase from another table. Kun Si opened it, "There are 200,000 here. Take it. From now on, we are friends, and the incident with my subordinates will be forgotten."

Yang Luo curled his lip, "What if I don't take it?"

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