Female President's Ace Soldier

"I'll just stand here and don't move. If you can beat me up, just let me go!"

Ma Minghui gouged out his cold eyes twice, completely ignoring the big waist and round belly.

At this time, the distance between the two was only about one meter.

"Hey - if I don't believe it, I can't cure you!"

Yi Maoer's face was flushed, and his body smelled of alcohol. After a sneer, the guy held his baton, swayed and walked towards Ma Minghui.

Ma Minghui stood there calmly.

Qin Liang and Mao San who were sitting on the sofa both seemed to want to watch the excitement, so the two quietly "sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight".

"Look at the stick!"

Yi Maoer swaggered to Ma Minghui's side, laughed and beat the electric baton that had been turned off the electric switch on Ma Minghui.

On one side of Ma Minghui's body, [-] cents went straight to the air.

"Damn it, you still dare to hide!"

"Nonsense, am I still stupidly standing there and letting you see the joke?"

"Give me death!"

Yi Maoer was so angry that he turned his wrist, swung his baton and threw it at Ma Minghui's shoulder again.

However, before the baton touched Ma Minghui's shoulder, Yi Maoer stared at him, tilted his body, and fell to the ground with a "plop".

"What did you do to him?"

Yi Mao San stood up from the sofa in shock.

Qin Liang quickly squatted beside Yimaoer, shook him and shouted, "Shuzi, wake up, wake up quickly!"

At this time, the tall and tall Wu Changshu was curled up on the ground, his body was still twitching, and he looked like a patient suffering from acute illness.

"He is a cerebral thrombosis caused by high blood pressure. Hurry up and find me a needle, hurry up, or he will be paralyzed!"

Ma Minghui's face changed, and he immediately squatted down to press Wu Changshu's temple.

Hearing what Ma Minghui said was very serious, Qin Liang hurried to his desk and rummaged, asking, "Can pins work?"

"Alright, hurry up!"

"Okay - here we come!"

Qin Liang yelled anxiously, grabbed a handful of pins and rushed towards Ma Minghui.

Seeing that Ma Minghui was serious about it, Huang Jian didn't dare to act rashly after rushing to his side.

Ma Minghui grabbed a pin, straightened the needle, and quickly pierced Wu Changshu's ear.

"What are you doing?"

After being pricked by the needle, a stream of blood gushed out from the wound like a tiny fountain, Qin Liang's eyes widened in surprise.

"This is bloodletting therapy, don't worry, it won't be life-threatening!"

Ma Minghui moved a pair of hands that were not very flexible while talking. Qin Liang saw this and quickly took out the master key on his body to unlock his handcuffs.

Huang Jian slowly retracted a hand stretched to his lower back.

1 minute later.

Seeing that Wu Changshu gradually stopped convulsing and his heartbeat gradually returned to normal, Ma Minghui told Qin Liang, "Hurry up and bring me some napkins!"

"I'll get it!"

Huang Jian quickly turned around and ran to the coffee table, grabbed a box of napkins and squatted beside Ma Minghui.

Ma Minghui quickly pulled a handful of napkins and pressed Wu Changshu's pinnae, and the blood gushing out earlier stopped immediately.

Wu Changshu's eyes, which looked like dead fish, gradually recovered, and his breathing gradually became smoother.

"I—what happened to me just now?"

After walking through the gate of hell, Wu Changshu's fiery temper disappeared immediately; seeing Qin Liang and Huang Jian squatting on the ground looking at him in surprise, the boy was still a little confused.

"Shuzi, do you have high blood pressure?"

Qin Liang stared at Wu Changshu and asked with a serious face.

"It seems—it seems a little bit!"

Wu Changshu smirked, patted his body, and was about to stand up from the ground.

Qin Liang and Huang Jian hurriedly supported him from both sides.

"Damn it, you have high blood pressure and dare to drink so much beer!"

Qin Liang knew that people with high blood pressure should not drink alcohol. Wu Changshu not only drank, but also drank at least six bottles of beer just now.Immediately, Warden Qin glared at this guy with a creamy belly and cursed angrily.

"Hehe—I thought, I thought it would be okay!"

Wu Changshu smirked again, and his eyes gradually fell on Ma Minghui.

"It was you—saved me just now?"

Although he couldn't move just now, he was still conscious. Wu Changshu vaguely remembered the scene where the man in shackles was holding his temple, so his tone of speech to Ma Minghui immediately became much better.

"Yes, it's me!"

Ma Minghui nodded noncommittally, then asked with a sinister smile, "Why, you still want to beat me up?
"Thank you."

Wu Changshu muttered for a while, and finally clasped his fists together and squeezed out these two words from his mouth.

"The doctor is benevolent. In the situation just now, as long as you are a doctor, you will not die!"

Ma Minghui continued to maintain a gentleman's smile, and the three people around him all respected him.

"Excuse me, are you a doctor?"

After Huang Jian helped Wu Changshu to sit on the sofa, he walked up to Ma Minghui and asked respectfully.

"That's it!"

Ma Minghui nodded pretendingly.

Huang Jian immediately asked with a happy face, "Dare to ask the doctor's name, which hospital does he work in?"

"My name is Ma Minghui, and I'm currently working at the Central Hospital."

The Central Hospital is a well-known third-class hospital in the East China Sea, and there are many doctors in it. Ma Minghui guessed that if he fooled around casually, he couldn't find out a name for this ten-thousand-three for the time being.

"Doctor Ma, it's a pleasure to meet you."

After Huang Jian shook hands with Ma Minghui enthusiastically, he immediately pulled him aside and asked softly, "Can I ask you a question?"

"But it doesn't matter—"

"My—my, is the place where I urinate, it's always sticky—" Huang Jianli stuttered as soon as he spoke, and Ma Minghui asked with a half-smile, "The scrotum is wet, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Huang Jian was overjoyed, and secretly said: As expected of a doctor in the central hospital, I can't express the words that I can't express for a long time, but I can solve it with a professional term.

"Your humidity is too heavy, can't you flush the stool every morning?" Staring at Huang Jian, Ma Minghui asked such a disgusting question again.

Huang Jian gave a thumbs up and said excitedly, "Doctor Ma, you are amazing!"

Standing aside, Qin Liang watched Huang Jian's beaming expression carefully, and instantly remembered his own problems, and his heart slowly became excited.

"What do you do? How much time do you sit every day? Give me your hand!"

"He used to be a prison patroller, but now he sits in the office and does paperwork every day." Before Huang Jian could answer, Qin Liang helped him answer.

Ma Minghui took the pulse of Huang Jian's right hand, listened carefully for a while and said, "Your disease is caused by chronic prostatitis. To put it bluntly, it is because you spend too much time sitting every day! You should have heard of 'sedentary illness 'Is that a sentence?"

"I've heard of it! I really have to sit for six or seven hours a day." Seeing that Ma Minghui had hit the point, Huang Jian admired him even more.

"Hey - you also like to drink bars?" Ma Minghui sighed deliberately and heavily after glancing at the dozen or so empty beer bottles on the coffee table.