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    "What do you want to do" Before Adam could finish his words, he was blocked by Qiangwei.

    Qiangwei squatted down and used the tip of the scissors to scratch Adam's trouser legs back and forth several times.  Adam's eyes widened in horror, and he bulged out, not even daring to take a big breath.

    Qiangwei smiled slightly, and the scissors instantly hit Adam's trouser legs, revealing his hairy thighs.  Seeing this, Qiangwei frowned: "My legs are really hairy, but I thought about it." After saying that, she took out a few infusion patches from her pocket: "Look, this is very useful."

    "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of of of "Woo hoo" Adam struggled fiercely, but it didn't work for Qiangwei.  Deliberately slowing down her movements, Qiangwei was satisfied that the color of fear in Adam's eyes was getting darker and darker. Then she slowly tore off the infusion patch and stuck it on Adam's leg. Finally, she raised her head and asked innocently to Adam who couldn't speak.  : "Did you say you wanted to tear it apart?"

    "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo for for of things" Adam certainly didn't want Rose to do anything.

    "Oh, you said you wanted to tear it off." Qiangwei deliberately misunderstood Adam's meaning, slowly took one end of the infusion patch, and slowly peeled it off at a snail's crawling speed.

    Hisshiss

    When the hair was pulled out by the roots, a hissing sound came out the moment it was separated from the skin.

    Finally, when the infusion patch was torn off Adam's body along with a bunch of hair, Qiangwei saw that the corners of Adam's eyes were red and his nose was trembling: "Does it hurt?"

    Adam¡¯s head was pounding.

    "Ah, it doesn't hurt." Qiangwei once again deliberately misinterpreted Adam's meaning when he shook his head violently.  Immediately, one of Adam's legs was covered with an infusion patch, from his ankle to his thigh, not even an inch of skin was spared.

    Adam's whole body trembled, realizing that Qiangwei was playing for real, but the person above made it clear that he could not reveal a word, otherwise he

    Seeing that Adam was still hesitating, Qiangwei played the game by herself.  Slowly and continuously peel off the infusion patch without any interruption.  The torture made Adam wail repeatedly.

    "How is it? Do you want to say something?" Qiangwei asked, looking at Adam whose hair had been uprooted and some of his skin was bleeding.

    Adam wanted to agree immediately, but considering the consequences, he held back.

    "Very good, let's start the main event." Qiangwei took out the scalpel and pulled the knife from Adam's knee to the instep very quickly.

    The sharp stinging pain finally defeated Adam's sanity. Adam struggled violently, apparently having figured it out.

    "Are you willing to say it?" Qiangwei came to remove the stuff in Adam's mouth and asked with some pity: "What's going on?"

    Adam did not expect Qiangwei to be so vicious, so he could only endure the cold sweat on his head and said: "It's your father. That is, the dean said that Yang Zongbao will be killed and he will not be sober for the rest of his life."

    When Qiangwei heard the words Yang Zongbao, she immediately became furious: "What did you do?"

    "Inhaling an excessive amount of carbon dioxide for him. To ensure nothing goes wrong, I will inhale him once every few days." Adam actually felt a little happy at the end of the sentence. Who let Qiangqiu torture himself so miserably.  I really look forward to seeing Qiangwei become angry and make her suffer.

    But to his surprise, Qiangwei just looked at him emotionlessly. Adam suddenly felt scared: "Your father asked me to do this. It has nothing to do with me. You can't blame me"

    Qiangwei just feels that Adam is very pitiful, doesn¡¯t she know her own temper?  The knife fell from his hand, and Adam closed his mouth forever.  The light came on, and it turned out that this was a warehouse. The four walls of the house were filled with lead, making it airtight.

    Opening the door, Qiangwei walked out. The hunchbacked housekeeper asked, "Miss, are you done?"

    "Well, deal with the people inside and make it clean." Qiangwei was originally hopeful, but after learning that the cause of Yang Zongbao's coma was excessive carbon dioxide, she basically despaired.  It was difficult to wake up again. At this time, Qiangwei only thought that Yang Zongbao had completely disappeared. Then Yang Zongbao disappeared, and Qiangwei also had to do something.

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    Li Yali hid from everyone¡¯s eyes and smuggled Yang Zongbao out of the hospital and stuffed him into a black Mercedes-Benz business car at the back door of the hospital.

    ¡°Brother Li, have you received the car?¡± The driver turned around and asked.

    "Well, let's drive." Li Yali put Yang Zongbao on the seat and asked him to lie down as much as possible.

    "Brother, is that him? Mummy? Where have you been doing archeology recently?" The driver saw Yang Zongbao's appearance in the rearview mirror and said jokingly.

    "Shit, why do you care so much? Do you dare to criticize the people the higher-ups want?" Li Yali said angrily.

    "I know, I know." The driver shrank his neck.

    The black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle drove in the city for a long time and finally??I turned into a place with a Chinese flag.  The armed police at the door just glanced at the license plate of the Mercedes-Benz and let it pass without any hindrance.

    The car drove into the underground parking garage, and Li Yali covered Yang Zongbao with a quilt and hugged him down.  Just go in one direction.

    "How is he?"

    As soon as Li Yali put Yang Zongbao on the bed, he heard someone following him into the room. He turned around quickly and immediately gave a military salute: "Chief."

    "Well, how is he?" Shen Qinglian stepped forward and couldn't help but get a little angry when he saw the emaciated Yang Zongbao.

    "It is said that he has become a vegetative state." Li Yali stood at the foot of the bed and said with some uncertainty.

    "A vegetative state?" Shen Qinglian raised his voice: "I asked you to bring him to the United States just to make him a vegetative state?"

    "I'm sorry, chief." Li Ya pushed out his chest.

    Shen Qinglian frowned and stepped back, muttering: "Vegetative statevegetative state" Suddenly he had an idea: "Take it home."

    "But his identity." Li Yali was a little worried.

    "Chartered flight." After Shen Qinglian walked out of the room, he felt regretful.  At first, the domestic environment was complicated, and I wanted to protect this Chinese doctor, so I asked Li Yali to take Yang Zongbao out of the country under that person's nose and stay for a while, but I didn't expect that Yang Zongbao still didn't escape in the end.  Shen Qinglian knew what it meant to be in a vegetative state. It meant that all his expectations for Yang Zongbao were in vain.  But it would not be Shen Qinglian if he retreated now. Throughout his military life, Shen Qinglian knew the importance of never letting go until the last moment.

    Soon Yang Zongbao was secretly arranged to board a chartered flight and returned to China with Shen Qinglian.  Shen Qinglian's visit to the United States this time was entirely on a diplomatic mission.  But no matter how important the diplomatic mission is, it is not as important as Yang Zongbao.  Shen Qinglian actually had an idea, whether Yang Zongbao could take on the important task and shoulder the burden of the entire nation.  Yang Zongbao fully possesses this quality as a person, and the rest is to cultivate.  A person's political literacy is not something he is born with, but is developed slowly.  As long as Yang Zongbao can wake up, everything will be easy.

    Thinking of this, Shen Qinglian did not want to return to the country immediately.

    As soon as the plane arrived in Kyoto, Shen Qinglian made 12 consecutive phone calls to inquire about the old Chinese doctor¡¯s residence.  The old Chinese doctors were generally born as traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, specializing in conditioning the bodies of people above them. Many of them were reclusive and powerful figures who had never been born in the world. Even Shen Qinglian's level was rarely seen a few times.  This time Shen Qinglian went all out and kept finding the old Chinese doctor through connections.  All the hard work paid off. One second before leaving the airport, an address finally appeared on Shen Qinglian's mobile phone.

    ¡°Chief, where are you going?¡± the driver asked.

    "Nanshan Temple, hurry up." Shen Qinglian looked at Yang Zongbao who was held in Li Yali's arms and felt that time was very urgent.

    Nanshan Temple is located in a small dirt bag on the outskirts of Kyoto.  The temple is not big, just a few monks sweeping the floor.  The temple gate has long been in danger after being exposed to wind and rain for half a century.  It is such a shabby little temple, and only a few people know that the Chinese doctor is the abbot of the temple.

    Shen Qinglian led Li Yali and Yang Zongbao into the temple without any obstruction.

    Nanshan Temple is very small, with only three tile-roofed rooms, and in the middle is the main hall where Guanyin is enshrined.  The two rooms next to it should be the residences of monks.

    There are several vegetable plots opened in the yard and some vegetables are grown, which is very simple.

    "Excuse me, young master, is Master Baixiong here?" Shen Qinglian asked politely a young novice who was watering the water.

    "I'm sleeping." The little novice replied honestly.

    "Thank you." Shen Qinglian walked into the hall.

    Sure enough, an old monk was lying on the futon in the middle of the hall with his breasts exposed.

    "Master Bai Xiong." Shen Qinglian called respectfully.

    But the other party didn't pay any attention to him, and continued to lie on his side, with his legs crossed, still sleeping deeply.

    Shen Qinglian did not interrupt anymore, but asked Li Yali to place Yang Zongbao in front of the old monk.

    The old monk was very leisurely at first, but then the lifeless face of Yang Zongbao in front of him changed.  The old monk finally relaxed: "What's going on?"

    ¡°It is said that he is in a vegetative state, and Western medicine cannot save him, so he can only turn to Chinese medicine for help.¡± After saying that, Shen Qinglian only let the white bear chew on him.

    "Chinese medicine".  Qiangwei paused and continued: "I believe in China's 5,000-year heritage."

    "You don't need to put a high hat on me, I don't do this." Bai Xiong refused and said, "I am a monk, and it is no longer my obligation to treat diseases."

    "Master, this person is very important to the country." Shen Qinglian stamped his feet anxiously.

    "SayIt doesn¡¯t work if it works.  "The white bear closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

    "Please." After Shen Qinglian said this, he quickly walked out of Nanshan Temple with Li Yali, got in the car, and left Juechen.

    The White Bear Master in the main hall really couldn¡¯t believe it. They just threw a living person into the temple?

    White Bear originally wanted to throw Yang Zongbao out and kill him, but he grabbed Yang Zongbao's arm out of habit, and then realized that if he didn't hurry up, this half-dead man like a skeleton would become a fully dead man.

    "That's all" Bai Xiong summoned a young novice monk to come over and helped Yang Zongbao into the bedroom.

    As soon as they arrived in the bedroom, a disciple lit some spices, took a set of gold-headed and silver-handled needles from White Bear, and threw them in front of White Bear.

    "Burn mugwort leaves, I want to save this person's life." Bai Xiong quickly ordered the little novice monk

    Next, Bai Xiong was unambiguous at all. Each of the 108 needles was quickly inserted into Yang Zongbao¡¯s head.

    "You have to carefully remember the time when I use the needle. Every time I take a needle, I have to unblock the nerves, otherwise the energy will be at a time when we are not prepared, and the energy and blood will break through the next acupoint. At that time, the gain outweighs the loss.  "

    "Yes." The young novice put the burning mugwort leaves into the room, and the room was immediately filled with the fragrance of mugwort leaves.  Smoking moxa is not a good method in the first place. It is one of the ways to forcefully prolong a person's life.
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