Urban ancient fairy doctor

At this time, several members of the martial arts gym came onto the ring and lifted the injured Ma Tiansheng off.

Ye Bufan said to Han Shuai: "Stop talking now, go and carry the person over, and I will treat him."

Han Shuai glared at Cao Xiaowan fiercely, then went over to say a few words to the team members over there, and soon several people carried Ma Tiansheng to Ye Bufan.

The leader of the team looked at the young and outrageous Ye Bufan, and said with some doubts: "Han Shuai, is this okay? If not, send him to the hospital immediately?"

Han Shuai said: "Believe in my brother, he is the best doctor. He cured my injury yesterday."

The man said dubiously: "Well, if it doesn't work, don't force it. Let's send it to the hospital immediately."

Cao Xiaowan indeed curled her lips in disdain: "You are pretending to be a ghost, and you are not sent to the hospital for such a serious injury. Do you really think you are a miracle doctor?"

Before she could finish speaking, Ye Bufan had already stepped forward and grabbed Ma Tiansheng's arm. He pulled it away and then connected the broken arm with a click.

His consciousness is equivalent to 360-degree X-ray vision with no blind spots, and he can clearly see the broken bones, so the connection is seamless and perfect to the extreme.

Everyone else was shocked. They had never seen bones being set so quickly.

Cao Xiaowan shouted: "What are you doing? It's really not your arm that's broken. Even if you're pretending, please be more serious, okay?"

But at this moment, Ma Tiancheng, who had a painful expression on his face, suddenly stood up, his face regained his composure, and he looked at his arm in surprise and said, "Okay, my arm is really healed.

Little brother, your medical skills are really amazing. "

He moved slightly, and not only did his newly broken arm no longer hurt, even slight movement had no effect.

Ye Bufan said: "I have repaired the broken bone. Don't exert force for three days. You will be back to normal after three days. You can resume training after half a month."

Ma Tiansheng said: "Little brother, thank you so much."

Han Shuai glared at Cao Xiaowan fiercely: "Did you see it? This is medical skill, this is our Chinese traditional medicine."

Cao Xiaowan's expression froze, then she curled her lips and said, "What's so great? No matter how good your medical skills are, it's useless. Sooner or later, you'll end up with broken arms and legs."

Qin Chuchu said dissatisfiedly: "Xiaowan, what's going on with you, can you say a few words less?"

Although the two were best friends before, she was still very dissatisfied with Cao Xiaowan's behavior today.

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satisfy.

"Do I still need to say this? Just wait and see."

Cao Xiaowan curled her lips and turned to look at the stage.

On the ring, Geng Ziyu was already standing opposite Thuram. He was not polite at all when facing the person who injured his compatriot.

Stepping forward with his left foot, his right fist slammed into Thuram's face as fast as lightning.

As the saying goes, if you don't go out in Tai Chi for ten years, you can beat someone to death in one year.

But from the perspective of modern fighting, Tai Chi is more practical than Tai Chi.

But it also depends on who the opponent is. Thuram came from the underground boxing ring and has experienced dozens or hundreds of life-and-death fights. His rich combat experience is far beyond his comparison.

The two of them only fought for a few rounds before Ye Bufan's heart sank to the bottom again.

For ordinary people, Geng Ziyu is already very strong, but he is still far from the threshold of a warrior and has not developed his inner strength at all.

Without internal strength, he completely lags behind Thuram in terms of strength, speed, and combat skills.

Although the cheering sounds around him were earth-shattering, Geng Ziyu was not strong enough after all. He was kicked hard in the calf by Thuram just after five moves.

There was just a click, and the calf bone had completely turned into a V-shape.

"ah……"

Geng Ziyu let out a scream and fell to the ground with a pale face. Fortunately, this was not an underground boxing ring or a life-and-death fight. Thuram did not make further attacks and just stood aside with a sneer.

He looked around the audience, extended a downward middle finger, and sneered: "You Chinese people are too weak, and there is no point in fighting. It seems that the title of the sick man of East Asia is not in vain!"

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Sudden applause rang out, and it was Kanu who applauded, and Cao Xiaowan who was standing next to him.

Han Shuai immediately became angry: "You are still not Chinese. If you were not a woman, I would beat you to death."

Even Qin Chuchu and An Yimo looked at Cao Xiaowan with cold eyes, unable to believe that their best friend was such a person.

When one of her own compatriots is injured, she is there to help others applaud. Doesn’t this make it obvious that she is a traitor?

Cao Xiaowan shouted unconvinced: "What are you yelling at me? If you have the ability, go to the ring. If you are useless, you have to blame others."

"Just wait, I will show you what Chinese Kung Fu is today."

At this moment Geng Ziyu has been carried off the ring. Although the other members of the martial arts gym are excited, they also know that

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I am not even as good as the curator, so why should I fight with others?

Han Shuai strode onto the ring and came directly to the opposite side of Thuram.

He raised his hand with the True Martial God Fist and shouted loudly: "You bastard, come on!"

Thuram glanced at him disdainfully, not paying attention at all, and sneered: "I will beat you as much as you want for a waste like you."

Han Shuai didn't waste any time. He moved in front of Thuram and punched his chest.

He had just practiced his Zhenwu Shenquan for a few hours. It was neither as light as Ma Tiansheng nor as ferocious as Geng Ziyu. It looked ordinary, not much different from a punch punched by an ordinary person.

So Thuram didn't notice it at all. He raised his hand and gently pushed it away, trying to push his fist away.

But he never expected that Han Shuai's punch was as heavy as a thousand punches, and his seemingly thick arms could not shake him at all.

"my God……"

Thuram's expression suddenly changed, and he realized that he had encountered a master, but it was too late to dodge at this time, and Han Shuai's fist slammed into his chest.

This punch was powerful and heavy. Han Shuai, who was extremely angry, used ten of his strength. There was a click, the sternum was broken, and Thuram's body of more than 200 kilograms suddenly flew up, and he was knocked off the ring by one punch.

The whole place was silent at this moment. No one expected that Han Shuai, who had just joined the martial arts gym, could be so powerful.

After a moment of silence, the audience burst into warm applause.

"Well done, this is our Chinese Kung Fu..."

"Good fight, let them see how powerful our Chinese men are..."

The entire martial arts hall was in a state of excitement. Only Kanu, a few black men, and Cao Xiaowan stood there silently.

Kanu's expression changed drastically. He originally thought that Thuram alone could sweep the entire martial arts gym today, but he didn't expect to be knocked off the ring with a punch.

After a moment of silence, Cao Xiaowan said dissatisfied: "Damn it, you hit so hard. Don't you know that you should be merciful in a martial arts competition? Don't you know that China is a country of etiquette?"

"That is our China and has nothing to do with you."

Ye Bufan had just connected Geng Ziyu's broken leg, looked up at her coldly and said, "When our compatriots are injured, why don't you say they should show mercy?

As I said just now, we in China have always said that when friends come, they have good wine, and when wolves come, they have shotguns.

We will not be polite to our enemies, and we will not show mercy to those who hurt us. "