Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

The middle-aged man hurriedly wanted to stop it.

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, the silver needle in Su Qiao's hand had already plunged into the old man's chest before everyone could react.

"Gosh!"

The crowd onlookers exclaimed.

"I read that right? Such a long needle... just... pierced in like this?"

"Should you just stab people to death like this?"

The middle-aged man angrily stretched out his hand and pushed Su Qiao: "Are you crazy? How can you be so messy?"

"This is a living person and a life. If something goes wrong, can you take responsibility?"

Su Qiaoli ignored him, touched his schoolbag, and took out a small porcelain bottle.

Very calmly poured a small black pill from the inside, stuffed it directly into the old man's mouth, and pressed it under his tongue.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat, and even many people on the side looked at Su Qiao with condemnation.

Su Qiao still ignored her, with a cold face, gently twisting the end of the needle.

After a while, she felt the movement of the old man's chest, and she pulled out the silver needle.

He took a tissue from his pocket, wiped it, got up and left.

The effect of the drug should still be good.

Although the medicinal material is not a precious medicinal material, it contains a diluted spiritual spring.

All of a sudden, the efficacy of the medicine has been improved by several levels.

If it weren't for this, she wouldn't really use the old man to test medicine.

The middle-aged man stood in front of this strange and pretty girl with a serious face:

"Little girl, you can't go. If something happens to this old man, you have to take the responsibility."

The crowd of onlookers also interjected indignantly.

"Yes, little girl, you can't cause trouble, just pat your butt and leave."

"You mustn't let her go like this. Young people today dare to do anything, dare to mess with everything, but they just don't like to be responsible."

"What kind of people are these people? The old man could have been saved. If she comes like this, she will definitely be finished."

"This little girl, shouldn't she run out of some mental hospital? But she doesn't look like her clothes."

Hearing this, Su Qiao's face turned dark: "If I don't save him, he will see the King of Hell soon."

In the past, when others came to her door with gold bars and begged her to see a doctor, she had to look at her mood.

I had a good heart today, why did I save the wrong one?

Glancing at the old man who opened his eyes faintly on the ground, she was a little impatient:

"And what's the responsibility? Look, isn't the person already awake?"

If it wasn't for the old man's relief, she wouldn't draw needles at all.

"This this…….?"

Looking at the old man who had opened his eyes, the middle-aged man was stunned.

The onlookers were also stunned.

"Wake up... wake up?"

"God, am I dreaming?"

A young boy clutched his chest in a playful manner:

"Is this world fantastic? How did it become so unfamiliar?"

"Could it be that I originally lived in a fantasy world, just because I, an ordinary person, couldn't get in touch with those mysterious hidden families?"

"Then, are those things like picking flowers and flying leaves that are real?"

The friend beside him bumped his shoulder and said with contempt:

"Be awake, even if there are those things, you can't counterattack into a super-powerful male protagonist."

It took a while for the middle-aged man to recover, and hurriedly ran to the old man's side: "Old man, you... how are you?"

The old man sat up slowly with his hand, stroked his chest, and felt it carefully for a while.

There is a trace of doubt in his eyes: "It feels good, the pain in my chest is no longer, and it is very comfortable."