"Well, let's test you and see what abilities the Medical Saint has. Is it true that he is not worthy of his reputation and is just trying to gain fame?"
At this time, a curly-haired young man took the lead in attacking Wang Dachun.
Wang Dachun chuckled, "Whether or not you want to gain fame or not is not up to you, it's up to the people!"
He sneered in his heart. At first glance, this person was looking for trouble. It was hard to tell whether he was a reporter or not.
The curly reporter sneered: "It depends on whether you have the ability to deserve the title of Medical Saint!"
Ni Bin said dissatisfied: "Which reporter are you from? Whether Mr. Wang Dachun can be a medical saint is not something you, a layman, can decide!"
The curly-haired young man choked and paused before saying, "As a medical sage, you should have some special methods, otherwise how can you convince others."
Wang Dachun didn't speak, and waited quietly for the next sentence. He knew that this person would definitely make things difficult for him.
He just wants him to make things difficult for him so that he can show off his own methods to scare Xiao Xiao.
As expected, the curly-haired reporter spoke, "You said you are a medical saint, so you must be able to see what's wrong with my body, right?"
Wang Dachun nodded, "Come closer."
The curly-haired reporter was stunned, "What are you doing?"
Wang Dachun smiled and said: "Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, asking, and understanding. If you don't get closer, what will I see?"
The curly-haired young man came over, and he sneered secretly in his heart. He didn't believe that Wang Dachun could see anything wrong.
Because there is nothing wrong with him at all and he is in good health. Even if he goes to the hospital for a checkup, it is impossible to find anything wrong.
He wanted to see how Wang Dachun, the medical sage, made a diagnosis.
The curly-haired young man looked at Wang Dachun with a half-smile, "What about the medical saint? Can you see what's wrong with me?"
Other reporters were also watching the excitement happily. They wanted to see what the medical sage could do.
Wang Dachun said calmly: "Of course, if I can't even see this problem, wouldn't it be a waste of the word "medical sage".
The curly-haired young man laughed loudly, "Boy, you can really pretend. I just went to the hospital for a physical examination the day before yesterday. All indicators were normal. You actually said that I was sick. This is too fake!"
Wang Dachun nodded, "You are really sick. You have gastrointestinal problems. You may have diarrhea at any time. I suggest you go to the bathroom quickly to avoid making a fool of yourself!"
The curly-haired reporter laughed and bent over, "Look, this is the so-called medical saint. He is just talking nonsense and talking nonsense. How can such a person be a medical saint? It is the most ridiculous thing in the world!"
As soon as this statement came out, all the reporters on the scene burst into laughter, looking at Wang Dachun as if they were watching a joke.
Medical sage? I think Laughing Saint is pretty good.
Ni Bin and others looked ugly. They didn't expect such an embarrassing thing to happen, so it was embarrassing.
If Wang Dachun loses face, it means he loses their face.
At this time, the curly reporter was even more proud. He looked at Wang Dachun with a mocking look and said sarcastically: "You said I was going to have diarrhea, but I didn't. And I won't have diarrhea today. I'm so mad at you!"
As soon as the curly-haired young man finished speaking, his stomach suddenly rumbled. His expression changed as he felt a strong urge to defecate.
This strong sense of convenience is simply unprecedented!
It was as if ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping in his intestines and stomach, constantly attacking his sphincter.
As if to say, "I want to come out! Let me out!"
Curly-haired young man: Sphincter, hold on! You must withstand it!
Sphincter: I really can’t stand it anymore. There are ten thousand grass-mud horses in front of me!
Curly-haired young man: Then you have to stand up to me, or else I will blast you every day from now on!
Sphincter: "..."
God fucks me every day!
come! We hurt each other!
Look who was injured in the end?
Wang Dachun looked at the curly-haired young man's changing expressions, and the sweat on his forehead started to fall. He couldn't help but laugh: "I told you that you had gastrointestinal problems, but if you don't go to the bathroom quickly, you will make a fool of yourself if you stay any longer!"
"Humph, that's nonsense. Why do I have gastrointestinal problems? I'm perfectly fine!"
The curly-haired young man was suppressing the blush in his face, but he pretended to be calm and kept twisting his body.
But he firmly believed that he would be able to hold it in. It was not like he had never held it in before.
But this time it seems a little different, the sphincter issued a final warning: Master, there are another ten thousand grass mud horses, I can't survive, I am going to open the gate to release the flood!
Curly-haired young man: Just hold on a little longer, and I’ll find the bathroom right now!
Sphincter: Too late! It's too late to say anything now!
puff!
There was a loud noise, and the curly-haired young man was pushed upwards by more than a foot by the powerful recoil.
Then a stench came, and the curly-haired reporter's body suddenly collapsed, and the expression on his face was as rich as possible.
He knew that now he was famous, so many reporters were broadcasting it live!
"I'm sorry..."
Everyone almost fainted from the smoke, and everyone hurriedly dodged back as if they were avoiding the god of plague.
Wang Dachun looked at the curly reporter with a half-smile, "I warned you that you have a gastrointestinal problem and need to go to the bathroom, but you don't believe me. Now you've made a fool of yourself!"
Before, he quietly injected a witchcraft energy into the curly-haired reporter.
Wang Dachun was never merciful to his enemies. A saint would sometimes use some means to punish Xiao Xiao. He was a saint inside and a king outside. A saint cultivates his heart and the king is a means.
If a saint does not have the means of a king, he is not a true saint.
"you you you……"
The curly-haired reporter was so enraged that he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Wang Dachun stepped forward and pinched the curly-haired young man twice. When the curly-haired young man woke up and saw Wang Dachun's expression that was half-smiling but not smiling, he was so angry that he slapped him again with a "Gah" sound.
In this case, being unconscious is definitely better than waking up.
He really couldn't afford to lose that person!
This guy must have woken himself up on purpose.
Soon, the curly-haired reporter was carried down.
After this commotion, this guy will definitely lose his job, and he will become a complete laughing stock in the circle from now on.
Now everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Wang Dachun, and they became cautious.
The curly reporter was fine, but why did he suddenly have diarrhea? This matter is inextricably related to this medical saint.
This guy seems to have two skills.
It seems that no one should offend a saint, especially a medical saint.
At this time, a beautiful girl stood up and asked, "Mr. Medical Saint, I am Lin Piaopiao, a reporter from entertainment media. We really didn't expect you to be so young. So how did you become a Medical Saint in such a short time?" Woolen cloth?"
Everyone nodded, this was also the question everyone wanted to ask.
Wang Dachun didn't expect that there was such a beautiful reporter among the reporters. Even compared with Shen Yuting, he couldn't help but asked with a smile:
"I would like to ask how Miss Lin Piaopiao became so beautiful in such a short period of time!"
What Wang Dachun didn't know was that Lin Piaopiao was one of the four most famous beauties in Kyoto, along with Bai Xue, Nangong Baihe, and Shen Yuting.
