Chapter 67

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

After hanging up, 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, who seemed rather arrogant, asked, "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 any resuscitation could be attempted."

"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 and looking very composed, said, "Yes, 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, but 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 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. Perhaps he was不服气 (unwilling to admit it), but the facts were clear, and he had 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." The two men hadn't even reacted when their heads collided, and they fainted, falling to the ground.

Inside, there were still a dozen people. Seeing this, they were stunned, and then they 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 a man in his forties with a shaved head, his eyes flashing with a cold gaze.

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 were fixed on Yang Luo. After a moment, 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, both hands on the table, looking down at him. "I've met many important people. What are you, Kun Si, to me?"

Kun Si's smile suddenly disappeared, 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 matter of you injuring my subordinates will be forgotten."

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

Recommended good reads: "Super Student" by Gongzi Nuo. "The Bodyguard of the Beautiful Woman" by Fei Ge Dai Lu. "The Playful Official King" by Wan Nian Jiu Yan.

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