and share this life with affection

The raised hand hangs in the air.

The tall man looked at Bian Zhi in disbelief, the simple three words made him tremble all over.

The blind eyes, discrimination, and unfair treatment in these years of life are vivid.

"You, say you can cure it?"

The tall man breathed heavily, but his face turned cold in the next second. He laughed crazily and gritted his teeth, "You actually said you can cure it!"

The woman in front of her was wearing a white dress, which set off her pure and white face like a fairy, her big eyes were blinking, and she looked ignorant of the world.

"You, heh, actually said that you can heal!"

After the extreme ecstasy, he faced the loss of reality, and the strong sense of frustration made the tall man look grim.

His leg was not born lame either, the heavy object had damaged a nerve, and he had barely any feeling in his entire right leg.

He followed them to do this order today. In addition to taking money to see a doctor for the girl, he heard that there is a master of Chinese medicine in China who is good at seeing a doctor, but he only sees one person a day, and a course of treatment costs 10,000+. Bad thing.

"You lied to ghosts!" The raised palm gathered strength, and the wind of the palm fell sharply.

Bian Zhi smiled, unhurriedly pulled out the short man's silver needle, then raised his hand, and stabbed the silver needle into the tall man's tiger's mouth in the square inch where the palm fell.

"!!!"pain.

The pain of the cold piercing into the blood.

The tall man was covering his hurt hand, and he smashed his head against the glass window like crazy, his body shaking like a fallen leaf in autumn.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Bian Zhi didn't care about the tall man's reaction, as if she had expected it.

She looked at the short man who was also dumbfounded, and asked him, "Is it better?"

The short man came to his senses, twisted his waist, and tilted his originally stiff neck.

The originally dim eyes lit up with a "swish", and the admiration in his eyes was mixed with joy. He patted the tall man's leg, completely ignoring the heart-piercing shout of the tall man, "His leg, can it really be cured?"

Bian Zhi leaned back in the chair, "It depends on your mood."

I'm in a bad mood, so I don't give treatment.

The short man was still immersed in the ecstasy of the disappearance of his illness. He was on a mission in the early years and had a bullet in his shoulder. Since then, various ailments in his body followed.

Everything has been tried, and a lot of money has been spent.

But to no avail!

From the numbness of his hands at the beginning to the inability to lift heavy objects behind him, in just a few years, his cervical spine was affected, and when it rained, his whole body was clamoring for a maddening tingling sensation.

"Boss, it really doesn't hurt anymore. How many brushes does this little girl have?"

He turned his head to look at Bian Zhi, "Cure my third brother, if he is cured, we won't—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

The fat man in the front stretched his body from the passenger seat, and clasped his hand heavily on the short man's head, "Don't talk nonsense! Today's matter must be done! My daughter is waiting for this money to save her life!"

The words fell.

The three people around were silent.

Only the roar of the tall man resounded continuously in the car.

Fatty stood up, pointing the knife point at Bian Zhi's face, "Pull out the needle!"

Bian Zhi ignored it.

Fatty was so excited that the fat on his face was shaking, and the blade was a little closer, "I told you to pull out the needle for me!"

Bian Zhi slowly raised her eyes, her eyes were facing the fat man's.

"Damn it!" The fat man became irritable and violent, "I told you to pull it out, did you hear me?"

Seeing this, the short man quickly persuaded, "Little girl, pull it out, you are hurting this tall man to death today, we have to do what we should do, we... have a reason to do it."

"You pull out the needle first, and we have something to talk about."

Bian Zhi lazily raised her hand, and took off the tall man's silver needle without looking back.

The tall man shook his body violently, and the pain in his body faded away from his body little by little like a tide falling. He never wanted to experience this feeling again in his life.

The severe residual pain made him curl up in one place, his teeth clenched for a long time before he choked out a few words: "Stinky bitch, you, wait for me!"

There was another silence in the car.

The tall man's breathing changed from short to steady.

He finally sat up slowly, and after a long time, he turned his head and choked out a few words: "You, can you really heal my legs?"

Bian Zhi didn't answer.

Instead, he looked at the driver and asked lightly, "How long will it take? You guys are not very proficient in crimes. You have to drive more than ten kilometers away to find a place?"

The van is spacious, but the road gets more and more bumpy.

Bian Zhi even felt that these people were not out to commit crimes, but to traffic people and transport her to the countryside surrounded by mountains in the TV series to be a concubine for others.

The fat man's face was black.

He turned his head viciously, "You bitch, what's going on!"

Can you be a little conscious of being kidnapped!

It's fine if you're not afraid, and you still look like you can't wait to get off the car.

Does she know what the words "commit a crime" mean? !

The short man was also speechless. He scratched his head and said to Bian Zhi, "That's right, can we have a normal reaction to being kidnapped?"

Bian Zhi: "For example?"

The short man: "For example, screaming, fear, or crying, you make us feel unfulfilled and flustered."

Bian Zhi raised her head and said lightly: "You can make a sample and let me see."

Hearing the words, the short man really started to howl like ghosts and wolves, Bian Zhi pursed his lips to suppress a smile, and finally couldn't help but giggle.

Amidst Bian Zhi's laughter, the faces of all the people in the car turned black.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

After laughing, Bian Zhi wanted to tease him, "Come again, I'm happy, and your eye disease has been cured."

The short man's eyes widened and he stumbled: "Huh?"

"This... can also be cured?"

Bian Zhi nodded, "Didn't I say that? I treat illnesses depending on my mood. I'm in a good mood now, so I'll treat you easily."

"Your eye is windward. The epithelium of the lacrimal duct convulses and contracts, unable to discharge excess tears, and tears will appear."

The short man was stunned for a while.

"Give me another silver needle."

The short man obediently gave.

By the time I realized that I shouldn't have given it, the silver needle had pierced the acupuncture point.

Tall, short, fat and thin: "..."

The fat man took a deep breath, turned his head and stared at Bian Zhi viciously.

This woman really has witchcraft, and she is specially prepared to use her pure appearance to confuse people's hearts, so be on guard!

When the fat man thought about it, he saw the tall man stretch his legs, and muttered to Bian Zhi in a low voice, "Can my legs really be cured?"

The sad little tone was a little flattering and weak.

The fat man almost spit out a mouthful of old blood when he heard it.

"I said, it depends on your mood." Bianzhi fixed the silver needle for the short man, and then sat back in the original position, "Hey, is it here? I'll be sleepy if I keep driving."

"Can you give me some time, if there is still some distance, how about I sleep first, okay?"

The fat man took several deep breaths before he controlled his urge to strangle someone to death.

"What are you in such a hurry for!" I've never seen it before, it's more urgent than they arrest people, the fat man is getting annoyed to death, and he mutters, "It's almost here!"