Practicing business and practicing medicine

The street lights were bright, and three young men were pushing the female stall owner. The female stall owner's mask had been torn off long ago. Now it had fallen to the ground and was trampled into shape. When Bian Mu arrived, the female stall owner's mask was The hair comb has been thrown to the ground, and the bun is messy, looking very embarrassed.

The little girl, who was eight or nine years old, was crying and holding on to her mother's apron, loudly reprimanding the three men opposite, looking extremely angry.

Oops! The little girl is quite brave!

"Hey! What are you doing! Three gentlemen, can you still have some face?!" As he spoke, Bian Mu secretly put on the horn finger gloves and rushed between the two groups of people as fast as lightning.

No one could clearly see what Bian Mu was doing, but the two groups of people separated inexplicably.

The little girl reacted very quickly and quickly protected her mother and retreated towards the small dining car.

The three young men were pushed, leaned, or squeezed out of the "battlefield" by Bian Mu before they could react. Their self-esteem was frustrated. The big man in the lead pulled the black T-shirt from his shoulders, and it hit Bian Mu's face fiercely. He whipped it hard.

Depend on! At first glance, this guy looks like a ruthless character who often fights in the streets.

Annoyed that they were bullying orphans and widowed mothers, Bian Mu kept silent. He slumped down, shrank his head and hid his thoughts. He rolled over and rushed into the man's arms. The horns and finger cuffs came out quickly, and the man immediately collapsed limply. Falling to the ground, the scene was like someone suddenly breaking his spine, which was a bit scary to watch.

The other two young men were startled at first. The shorter and fatter one quickly took out a butterfly knife from his trouser pocket, flicked it twice, found a thorn horn, and stabbed Bian Mu in the chest viciously. past.

The mother and daughter saw it clearly and were so frightened that they screamed.

The night was clear and clear, and the shrill voice unique to women could be heard in the distance instantly, making everyone's scalp tingle when they heard it.

"Bang", "pop", "ouch"...

The guy who used the knife fell straight and fell far away, and the toy-like butterfly knife was already held in Bian Mu's left hand.

Bian Mu stared coldly at the last remaining thin man without saying a word.

I was a little angry today, so Bian Mu's attack was a bit harsh.

Luo Jiaming and others who hurriedly chased them out were dumbfounded at the time.

Is this still the gentle Dr. Bian? !

Are you filming a blockbuster? !

He started to fight back, but the thin man didn't have the guts. Even the fools saw that the man in front of him was possessed by the God of War. Who the hell would eat an ordinary person! Run! There was still some reluctance, after all, the two brothers were already dead and were lying on the ground with their life and death unknown at the moment.

Doubtful, nervous, unwilling... The thin man glanced at the ground in confusion. Fortunately, he didn't see any blood. Now, he felt relieved.

Suddenly, the scene became extremely quiet.

At this moment, the short-sleeved shirt draped over the thin man's shoulders fell to the ground. He hesitated for a moment, whether he picked it up or not.

With just this small move, Bian Mu saw through him at that time.

"This kid has no courage!" Bian Mu thought to himself.

"Come here! Wasn't it quite fierce just now?" Bian Mu smiled and pointed at the thin man a few times with his left hand holding the knife.

His momentum was gone, and the thin man stood there without moving.

At this moment, the driver and bodyguard beside Locke Jiaming rushed down the steps, walked up to the mother and daughter, and offered a few words of comfort.

"Look, should we call the police for you?" the driver and bodyguard asked casually.

The female vendor shook her head slightly.

At this time, the owner of the wonton shop, Ma, came down from the steps to offer some words of advice.

"Forget it, forget it! They just drank a few more drinks and lost their temper for a moment. Sister, what's going on! They just ate without paying!"

"My mother told them that it wasn't cooked yet! She asked them to sit there and wait for a while, and they started talking nonsense to my mother. When my mother got angry, she said something to them, and the big bad guy tore off my mother's mask. , Big bad guy, I’ll kick you to death!” The girl was very articulate and explained the matter clearly in just a few words.

"They are just drunk. They are all nearby residents. It's okay, it's okay! Sir, these two people on the ground are..." As he spoke, Boss Ma walked up to Bian Mu and asked.

"Haha... nothing happened. Isn't it hot today? Everyone is still shirtless. Just in time, let's cool off on the ground!" As he spoke, Bian Mu winked at Boss Ma.

Boss Ma, in his mid-thirties, tall and tall, with a slender waist and a loose back. He either practiced physical training or was a professional athlete before. Anyway, his body does not look like that of an ordinary person.

"Oh...oh...Okay then! Do you want me to give them some soup to sober up?" Boss Ma had already smelled the smell of alcohol.

"No, they'll be fine later." Bian Mu responded with a smile.

At this moment, two police cars drove up not far away.

Apparently, someone among the onlookers called the police.

Handing over the knife, taking notes, explaining the reasons... Bian Mu cooperated with a young male police officer to explain the incident in detail.

"120 will be here soon. You have to accompany me to the hospital." Another male policeman said to Bian Mu.

"Ouch! Sorry! I forgot about them." Having said this, Bian Mu found a chopstick from the small dining cart.

Walking to the first bad guy, there was a "bang" sound at a certain acupuncture point on his back. Within a minute, the man woke up.

After a similar operation, the other man in the distance also woke up.

A male police officer insisted that they go to the hospital for a review.

Locke Jiaming came forward at this time.

After Locke Jiaming coordinated for a long time, the bad guys made it clear that they did not need to go to the hospital. After taking the notes, the police officers went on patrol in two police cars.

Even so, according to relevant regulations, Bian Mu cannot leave the city at will within the past week.

In any case, the two men had been lying on the ground for a long time. Who can guarantee that they are fine? As long as the hospital does not provide relevant certificates, Bian Mu will be in trouble in the future.

With such an incident suddenly happening, Locke Jiaming no longer had the intention to continue lobbying Bian Mu. He said hello and, escorted by the driver and bodyguard, walked all the way to find a car near Mai's house and went home.

Boss Ma continued to do his business.

The proprietress stood at the door of the store and took a few glances. Seeing that there was nothing serious, she went back to do what she should be busy with.

There were not many onlookers in total. Once they saw that the matter was over, everyone dispersed.

"It's getting late, why don't you stop doing business and take your children home first!" Bian Muchong said to the female stall owner.

"No! This stuff will go rancid tomorrow. It's okay. We've encountered this kind of bad thing before, we're tired! Those three boys are not bad people, they just don't have much tutoring, Doctor Bian! Thank you! "The female stall owner responded with a complicated expression.

Upon hearing this, Bian Mu couldn't help but be startled.

"you know me?!"

"Well! Wasn't my master seriously ill a few days ago? They talk about you all day long. I met you in my master's studio before, but you may not have noticed me."

"Who is your respected master?"

"Porcelain maker..."

"Oh...I remember, you are Peng Yihai's apprentice?!" Bian Mu responded in a voiceless voice.

The woman nodded slightly, turned around, turned the liquefied gas switch back on, and continued playing with the roast chicken in front of her.

Bian Mu was a little worried, so he pulled up a chair and sat next to him to chat with the female stall owner for a while.

The eight or nine-year-old girl was very sensible. Seeing that the matter had calmed down, she smiled sweetly at Bian Mu and returned to the folding table very sensibly to continue her homework.