That evening, all the reporters and related personnel stayed at a five-star hotel in the provincial capital.
The person in charge of coordinating and arranging all of this was Yang Zhengming and a manager from the Yang family's business.
Grandpa Yang did not come along, after all, he was old and had only recently recovered.
On this day, many reporters rushed to write their stories on the spot, and related reports flooded the media.
The popularity of Kunlun Immortal Wine has once again reached a new level.
Compared to the majority of skeptics before, nearly half now believe that Kunlun Immortal Wine can cure cancer.
It's fair to say that everyone who's been following this matter is quietly waiting for the final outcome.
After dinner.
He dismissed Zhou Wenhui, who was always waiting by his side for instructions.
Chu Mo lay comfortably on the bed.
Within 2 to 3 days at most, these patients will see a significant improvement.
Then he rushed to the next hospital, planning to get everything sorted out before the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Then I can go home and celebrate the holiday in peace. I also promised my mom that I would spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with her.
However, my mother is paralyzed on one side of her body, yet she's here saving others first?
Wouldn't that be a bit unfilial?
He had initially thought he would go home in a few days; his mother's illness wasn't urgent, it was just a matter of a few days' delay.
But now he's starting to regret it.
Getting better a few days earlier would mean a few days of peace and freedom, but that shows a lack of foresight.
Actually, there was another reason why he didn't go back immediately.
He just wanted to achieve something so that he could reappear in front of his family.
He wanted to give his parents, who had worked hard all their lives, a surprise.
Just as he was lost in thought.
He suddenly realized that the air in the room was a little strange.
A very light fragrance was quietly spreading, and he could sense that it contained a calming ingredient.
"Is this sleeping gas?"
Chu Mo snorted inwardly.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have been completely captivated by him, but he is not an ordinary person.
He lay on the bed, snoring softly, pretending to be asleep.
He wanted to see who this person was who dared to mess with him.
He sensed that someone had arrived outside the door but had not come in.
The other party was very patient.
About ten minutes later, he heard a soft click from the door.
A male waiter in his thirties quietly walked in.
After observing Chu Mo for a few moments, he closed the door and cautiously walked over.
Just then, he suddenly saw that the person lying on the bed had opened their eyes.
She was looking at him with amusement.
Without a second thought, the man threw a punch, his movements as fast as lightning, fierce and domineering.
Unfortunately, his fierce fist was easily grasped by the other party.
Then a terrifying pulling force came from the other person's arm, and the man was thrown into the air.
Fortunately, he was very skilled; he could even turn his body while in mid-air.
Just before crashing into the wall, he finally executed a graceful somersault and landed safely.
The man was extremely shocked. He never expected that in just one glance, he would almost be pasted onto the wall as a mural.
The opponent's skills are indeed terrifying!
At this point, he finally believed his employer's judgment, but fortunately, he wasn't entirely unprepared.
He quickly pulled out a pager from his waist and said urgently:
"The situation has changed!"
Chu Mo was also a little surprised.
He thought that his move would have knocked the other person senseless.
Unexpectedly, he has some skill; he is much stronger than the beginner-level internal martial arts masters I encountered before.
But for him, it's all the same!
He blocked the other party's retreat and said calmly:
"If I asked you now who ordered it, you certainly wouldn't tell, would you?"
"Hmph, good to know!"
The man looked at him with feigned disdain, but inwardly he was extremely wary.
"Then let's ask again later."
After speaking, Chu Mo's figure flashed like a ghost in front of the man.
Then he slapped down on the head.
He looked relaxed and casual, as if he were a father beating his son.
The man flew into a rage and raised his fist to meet the attack.
Although he knew that the other party was much more skilled than him, he still couldn't help but feel angry at being looked down upon like that.
Bang……
A muffled thud.
The man involuntarily shrunk a few feet, staggered backward, and finally landed hard on his backside.
He felt as if his right hand was about to break, and the pain was unbearable.
At the same time, I felt tightness in my chest, and I couldn't breathe properly.
The door opened again, and a graceful figure slipped in.
She was a young woman in her late twenties, with a cold and beautiful appearance and a healthy and well-proportioned figure.
A pair of long, shapely legs gives an amazing sense of power and makes her look heroic.
This is the kind of physique you get after long-term, arduous training.
After the young woman entered, she didn't utter a sound, and her long legs swung straight towards Chu Mo.
It was as fast as lightning, like a whip lashed out at lightning speed.
In the dim light, you can even see a faint afterimage.
In terms of speed, he was even three points faster than the previous man.
Unfortunately, no matter how fast her legs were, they couldn't keep up with Chu Mo's movements.
The young woman's long legs were grabbed by him in the next second.
Her legs, stretched out in mid-air, appear even straighter, longer, and more shapely.
Chu Mo caught her leg with his right hand, and casually stroked her beautiful leg with his left, praising:
"Nice legs, but not much kung fu!"
After saying that, he moved his left hand up to press down on her knees to prevent them from bending, and then pushed her forward with his right hand.
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