novelraw Chapter 809 - 787: You Don't Need to Pay
Chapter 809 - 787: You Don't Need to Pay
The elderly man fell down unexpectedly, completely stunned, his entire body stiffened for a moment, and he fell straight to the ground, along with the chair, causing chaos.
His face seemed flushed but he couldn't move, looking as if he might soon perish.
This sudden change shocked the surrounding South Koreans.
"Oh my god, what's going on here?"
"Is there a problem with his health, sumida?"
"Should we take him to the hospital, sumida?"
The South Koreans were discussing anxiously, and the South Koreans at the same table looked worried, with a middle-aged man shouting, "Aba-ji! Aba-ji!"
He was probably calling out for 'father'.
The owner was also alarmed, ran over, and upon seeing this scene, panicked as well.
"Quick, call the ambulance, take him to the hospital!"
"Come on, lend a hand, let's prop the elderly man up first."
The owner said frantically.
The surrounding South Koreans were also preparing to help, but at this moment, a voice suddenly appeared: "Don't prop him up!"
The voice was extremely unexpected, causing the South Koreans to freeze for a moment, then they turned to see Ren Feng standing there, frowning.
"Ah Ssi ba, what is this Huaxia person saying?"
"Did you understand, sumida?"
"I didn't understand, sumida."
Ren Feng was already approaching, a South Korean man's face immediately showed anger: "What do you want?"
"Right, do you intend to stop us from saving him?"
The rest of the South Koreans were angry as well, their faces full of rage towards Ren Feng, seemingly ready to take action at any word.
Ren Feng frowned and looked at the owner: "Can you help translate for me?"
The owner was also somewhat dissatisfied with Ren Feng but still translated once.
"I intend to save him." Ren Feng looked at the elderly man who had fallen to the ground.
"Ah Ssi ba, you Huaxia people have a saying that a weasel visiting the henhouse holds no good intentions, you must be up to something." A South Korean shouted loudly.
"Exactly, he can't be that kind-hearted. He disgraced our Korean medicine on TV yesterday and then insulted us; is he trying to shame us again now?"
The South Koreans erupted like a bomb, speaking rapidly.
Ren Feng's expression remained calm: "Just because I defeated your Korean medicine, I'm even more qualified to save him. If you don't trust me, he won't last three minutes."
"Ah Ssi ba! I want to make a move, this guy is threatening us here."
The store owner also frowned slightly, and there were also two family members beside the elderly man, looking like his son and daughter-in-law.
"Dad, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
The two were extremely anxious, as the entire store was in chaos.
"Don't listen to him; let's keep moving him up."
"Exactly, let him lie on the floor? That's disrespectful! You don't know what respect means!"
A South Korean shouted at Ren Feng, and then some South Koreans were preparing to lift the elderly man.
"There's still two and a half minutes." Ren Feng said calmly, "If you lift him, then there's only one minute left."
By this time, the elderly man's face looked increasingly bad, his hands covering his throat, his face had turned from red to blue.
"Who are you trying to scare?" The other South Koreans were still furious.
Ren Feng ignored them and instead looked at the two family members, who seemed hesitant.
"Don't let this Huaxia guy treat him; he must be trying to kill the elder under guise." Some South Koreans shouted.
"Yes, don't let him treat him; he's definitely trying to kill the elder, not one Huaxia person is good, stealing our Changbaisha, stealing our Confucius, now trying to kill people."
Ren Feng sighed inwardly; these South Koreans were truly ignorant and obsessive.
"If you think your father's life isn't important, then go ahead and lift him. Additionally, let me remind you, even if you call for an ambulance now, it's useless; he only has one minute left."
Ren Feng said lightly.
The middle-aged man saw Ren Feng turning to walk away, then seeing his dad suffering on the floor, finally gritted his teeth and shouted: "Please wait."
All the surrounding South Koreans were stunned.
"They're actually letting this Huaxia person treat him? That's foolish, isn't it?"
"Yes, he definitely means no good!"
Ren Feng couldn't be bothered with the surrounding South Koreans, he walked over, and the middle-aged man looked at Ren Feng: "Can you really treat my father?"
"Yes." Ren Feng said, "First, lay him flat on a chair, with the head hanging down."
The store owner frowned slightly but still translated Ren Feng's words, and suddenly the South Koreans all laughed.
"Haha, this Huaxia person must be out of his mind!"
"Exactly, he doesn't seem like he wants to save him at all!"
The surrounding South Koreans sneered, while Ren Feng seeing no one coming up to help, took initiative and helped the middle-aged man lay the elder flat on the chair.
By this time, the elderly man's face was completely blue, there seemed to be pain and despair in his eyes, and his hands were waving in mid-air, as if trying to grasp something.
Ren Feng supported his head with one hand, raised his right hand.
"What is he doing?"
"Let's see what he wants to do for the treatment!"
The middle-aged man was extremely nervous, afraid of mishaps.
And at this moment, Ren Feng slapped the elderly man on the back.
"What are you doing—"
The middle-aged man froze, was about to shout angrily, but mid-sentence he stopped abruptly, because from the elderly man's mouth came a round object!
Fish ball!
After spitting out the object, the elderly man gasped deeply, his face gradually recovering.
Ren Feng helped him up, and then said indifferently: "Alright, now he's fine, just take it easy for a while and he'll be okay."
After speaking, Ren Feng turned and left.
The surrounding South Koreans were speechless, their eyes still somewhat incredulous: did he really save the man?
The middle-aged man quickly asked: "Dad, how do you feel?"
"Miracle doctor." The elder looked at Ren Feng with respect, having heard all those South Koreans speaking before.
Ren Feng returned to the table, and the South Koreans looked at Ren Feng now, their gazes different.
The previous ill-will, suspicion was gone, replaced by astonishment and disbelief.
"Alright, little brother, you made a scene again, now eat quickly." Liou Rumei laughed merrily.
"Sure, eat more, this afternoon we'll go shopping well." Ren Feng also smiled.
After finishing the meal, Ren Feng and the others stood up to pay the bill, the owner came over, his face still a bit apologetic.
"Mr. Ren Feng, sorry, you don't need to pay." The owner had a hint of respect in his eyes.