He handed the ticket to the conductor for inspection and said angrily:
"Comrade, this is my seat. When I came here, this lady lay down on my chair. I called her politely many times, but she didn't move at all. She just didn't want to wake up."
"After finally waking up, she was just as arrogant as the gay man before. She refused to leave even when I asked her to. I dragged her to the corridor, but I didn't hit her or push her. Everyone was watching. She was just blackmailing me. Let me go."
Gu Xingzhou pulled at his trouser legs and struggled a bit.
"I saw it. What this man said is true." Yang Mumu raised his hand.
Song Yan also raised his hand: "I saw it too, no one hit her."
"Oh, you are talking nonsense, they are in the same group, oh, my old waist is broken, it hurts so much, oh, oh, you don't respect the old and love the young, you bully a woman like me, you must compensate me for my waist, oh, it hurts so much, it's all because of you, you must compensate me."
The middle-aged woman rushed over, grabbed his trouser legs with both hands, arched her back and kept screaming in pain.
The flight attendant had a headache, so he went over to pull her up and said in a louder voice, "Get up first, and then we'll talk. I'll have someone apply some medicine to you wherever it hurts. You two come over and help me up."
The middle-aged woman grabbed Gu Yuanzhou's trouser legs and screamed more miserably, "Ah, it hurts, don't move me, my waist is broken, I can't move, it hurts more, it hurts--"
"Let me go, let me go—"
Gu Yuanzhou deliberately struggled impatiently for a few times, pulled up his pants and tugged at his trouser legs again, took out something from his trouser pocket and quickly wiped his mouth, then staggered a few times, and after a loud "Ah", he covered his heart and fell on the middle-aged woman.
His head tilted back, his eyes rolled up, foam came out of his mouth, his eyes were crooked and his mouth was slanted, his whole body was twitching, his limbs were waving wildly like a madman, and every hit was on the middle-aged woman who was blackmailing him.
"Ah, comrade, look, he's still hitting me now!"
After being hit several times, the middle-aged woman pushed the man away. When she looked down and saw his appearance, her face turned pale with fear.
"Ah, madness, it's madness—"
She screamed and crawled out from the ground, hiding behind a flight attendant, looking at the person on the ground in fear.
The people around were stunned by this sudden change and didn't react.
Yang Mumu ran over to rescue him immediately and reached out to unbutton his collar to prevent him from breathing abnormally, but she saw the person on the ground blinking at her.
All of a sudden, Yang Mumu understood what was going on. Such a good-looking man was so beyond her expectations, so risk-taking, and his acting was really convincing. In one word, crazy!
After a second of eye contact, Yang Mumu followed the comrade's performance, tilted his head to one side, slapped his thigh, and shouted to the stunned flight attendant:
"Oh my god, this man is so angry at this lady that he has gone mad. Comrade flight attendant, I know a little bit about medicine, go get a pair of chopsticks, we can't let the patient lose his tongue, hurry up, save this man, this disease is fatal, go quickly-"
Yang Mumu moved his eyes back again and shouted at the blackmailing aunt to stop moving back and try to escape.
"Auntie, you lied to us that you had a stomachache and a broken waist, but you stood up and made this comrade sick. If this comrade dies because of this, you will be shot. Now you still want to run? Hurry up and catch her."
The chief flight attendant was brought back to his senses by the yelling, and he grabbed the middle-aged woman who was trying to slip away and threw her to a flight attendant next to him.
The aunt was frightened by the words "get shot" and her face turned pale. She waved her hands in panic to deny it: "It's not me. I'm not angry. It's not me. People with epilepsy can't be cured. It's incurable. If someone dies from the disease, it can't be blamed on me!"
"Catch her and don't let her run away. I'll hand her over to the train police later. She has come to our train to extort money and frightened people. She must be severely punished."
The flight attendant fully understood that this lady was just trying to blackmail people, and now was not the time to discipline her, so he glared at her and continued explaining.
"And Xiao Liu, run faster and get chopsticks from the dining car, and then get the medicine box. Xiao Zhao, go to the front car and ask if there are any passengers who have chopsticks and epilepsy medicine."
"yes."
The two flight attendants sprang into action.
After the conductor gave the instructions, he shouted in the carriage, "Passengers, who has chopsticks? Please save the people first."
Song Yan hurriedly took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them over: "I have chopsticks here, use them quickly, don't hurt yourself."
"Comrade, chopsticks." The flight attendant handed the chopsticks to Yang Mumu as quickly as possible, and asked anxiously: "Comrade, do you want us to help you hold it down? How can we help you? Just tell us and we'll do it."
"You don't need to press. He's struggling and if you press him, you'll hurt him. You just need to step back and give this comrade enough air to breathe. He already has trouble breathing, so don't get so close and take away his air."
If you look closer, you'll notice the white foam smells like soap.
The flight attendants immediately stepped back and evacuated the crowd to leave a clear space.
"You can't help me now, and I can't help much either. I can only try my best to prevent him from hurting himself. Now we can only wait until he finishes his seizure and convulsions."
Yang Mumu put the chopsticks horizontally into his mouth, performed the whole act, and helped him wipe the foam from the corners of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side again, loosened his belt, and after holding him down a little, he shook his head and said:
"What happens next depends on his luck, and also on this auntie's luck. If he dies, you will die too. If he doesn't die, it's the luck of this comrade and you. We can just pay some money to this comrade to treat his illness and that's all. We're just worried about the worst."
After Yang Mumu finished speaking, Gu Xingzhou on the ground began to twitch violently again.
The onlookers sighed with pity: "Oh my god, I think it's dangerous. This comrade is convulsing too badly. This old sister-in-law deserves to die. Such a young man is going to die because of her. There was a person with epilepsy in my family who died during an attack. What a pity!"
"He's already sick, why do you blame me? I'll pay him back, can't I pay him back to buy him medicine? Who of you has medicine? Give it to him now. Yes, this young man must have medicine. Look for it. You can definitely save him. I have money, I'll pay him back. Ladies, please look for it now, look for it now!"
The middle-aged woman was completely panicked. She struggled to open her hands, and tremblingly took out a handkerchief from her pocket. She took out a big unity banknote from it and handed it to the flight attendant next to her.
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