King's Back novel Chapter 60

Jackson wore a blue pinstripes suit that seemed tailor-made for him, showing off his broad pectoral muscles and powerful waist.

He was even more stylish and noble than the male stars on the wall posters.

"I'll take all the ones I've tried. Besides, bring me a pair of sunglasses."

Take it all?

The girl was so surprised that she couldn’t close her mouth. All the clothes added up to at least one million yuan.

That day's orders were more than any other worker' orders in a month.

She blinked her big eyes and wondered how much she would get.

"Why, is there any problem?"

Jackson wondered when she didn't say anything.

"Oh, no, Sir. I'll put it up for you. Just a moment, please."

Moments later, the pretty girl packed up all the clothes and then took Jackson's diamond card to pay for the clothes.

After a slight sound, the card paid successfully!

The saleswomen opened their eyes wide. My god, this guy was really a rich man!

And the beautiful saleswoman’s hands were shaking. The commission this time was at least 100 thousand!

The other four salespersons felt being hit in the face, especially the salesman, who couldn't even look at Jackson.

"Sir, we have a delivery service. If you can't pick it up yourself, we can deliver it to your door." said a saleswoman warmly.

Jackson nodded and said, "All right, I'll give you the address."

Leaving his address, Jackson smartly turned and left the Versace store.

When Jackson was about to walk out of the mall, the mall loudspeaker suddenly sounded.

"Urgent notice, urgent notice. Is there any doctor here? Please rush to the east door of the mall immediately. There is an emergency patient needed to rescue!"

"Is there any doctor here? Please rush to the east door of the mall immediately. There is an emergency patient needed to rescue!!"

The nonstop sound on the radio had been ringing through the mall, with a hint of urgency.

Jackson looked up at the sign and found himself on the east side of the mall.

As he got off the escalator, Jackson saw a crowd of people huddling around, peering in.

Now, in the midst of the crowd, an old man with gray hair lay on the ground, his face as white as paper, his lips closed, unconsciously.

"Make way, everybody. I'm a doctor. I'll see what's going on."

Just then, an old man, with almost the same age as the white-haired old man, appeared outside the crowd.

Hearing this, the crowd, not daring to delay the time, hastened to make way for him.

The old man was of medium height, and looked to be over seventy years, but he was ruddy and full of spirit.

The old man stooped down and put his hand on the patient's pulse.

The old man was a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine.

He took the patient’s pulse for a while, observed the patient's condition again, looking at his eyelids while prying open his mouth, looked at the coating on his tongue, and then waved to everyone.

"Everyone spread out. The lack of ventilation has a great impact on the patient. Do not gossip. It’s more important to save life."

The crowd slowly dispersed, but no one left, watching them from a distance.

The old man took out the silver needle bag he was carrying from his suit, opened it on the ground.