Wait half an hour and watch again.
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The Zhao family's other residence.
Located in a luxurious villa on the south bank of Lishui.
There were many vehicles parked outside the door.
There were a lot of people here, and there were also a few police cars.
Zhao Jun's request for medical parole was quickly approved following formal procedures.
However, he was not admitted directly to the intensive care unit.
Instead, he returned to his home in City C.
Of course, the whereabouts are still within the province, and inter-provincial travel is not allowed.
"My great-nephew's injury is very serious. Please ask Mr. Ye to help. No matter what the outcome is, the Zhao family will never forget today's great virtue."
The speaker was a thin old man in military uniform with a worried look on his face.
This person was probably stern on weekdays, but even if he squeezed out a stiff smile at this time, the deep "Sichuan" lines could still be seen between his eyebrows.
He is Zhao Weiguo of the Zhao family. He was a soldier. Now he has retreated to the second line and still has some influence in the army.
"Old Zhao, what are you talking about? Our friendship is not just a day or two.
It's not a bad thing for a young man to suffer some hardships. After he is cured, just let him act a little more cautiously. The rumors these days are really outrageous. "
Ye Mingzhong is like an old man next door, wearing an old-fashioned robe, cloth shoes, a gray beard, but sharp eyes.
He stood with his hands behind his back and spoke casually. He had an irresistible majesty and looked like a master.
It's like an old-school master from the Republic of China who came out of the story.
"Cheng Guang, Cheng Lin, bring my guy over here."
"Yes, Master."
The two middle-aged men responded respectfully.
He turned around and left the villa bedroom, came to the hall, and came over with two boxes.
One box contained various bottles and cans, and another box contained various styles of silver needles and willow-leaf knives.
“My method is passed down from our ancestors and is very different from the Western medicine methods that are popular in the market now. Don’t be surprised when you see it.
Everyone else should go out, but Xiao Wang and Xiao Cao can stay. "
Ye Mingzhong held a silver needle as thick as an ox hair, carefully sterilized it, turned around and smiled.
The other people he mentioned were some servants of the Zhao family.
Of course, the act of treating a disease is not afraid of people seeing it.
However, Ye Mingzhong has a habit of keeping things mysterious.
He believes that acupuncture and medical skills, like his own martial arts, are secrets that are not passed down and must not be allowed to be seen casually by ordinary people.
This isn't a matter of being stingy, it's a matter of rules.
Wang Dingguo and Cao Yi stood quietly aside with faces full of honor.
Speaking of which, they are also juniors.
Although his position is not low, there is nothing worthy of being reserved in front of Mr. Ye.
Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have not been separated. There are not many warriors like Mr. Ye who can cultivate both medical skills and martial arts to the peak.
As long as there is one, they will all be famous in that era.
In particular, doctors who are good at treating internal and external injuries are very popular in the martial arts world.
Just like Huang Feihong in the late Qing Dynasty, his boxing skills were powerful, but what really made him far superior to his peers and became famous was probably his medical skills.
"Be patient, I'll help you with blood flow and ventilation first."
Ye Mingzhong glanced at Zhao Jun, who was lying on the bed with a withered face, and said gently.
He could tell that the person in front of him had probably been tortured for more than half a month.
So much so that he was in a trance and slightly alienated.
This can be seen from the fear remaining in his dilated pupils.
At this time, I couldn't stand being frightened.
If you speak a little louder, you might be able to drive him crazy.
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The mind is determined.
Wang Chao stepped out diagonally, his feet touching the ground, his figure erratic, his palms intertwined like sharp daggers, he thrust his body sideways, and thrust his palm into Yang Lin's waist.
Tai Chi is round and Bagua is slippery. The most poisonous thing is the mind.
Wang Chao took out the slippery stick in his hand and ran away as soon as he touched it. He united his mind and used killing to urge his palm. At this moment, he also forgot the humiliation he had suffered at the beginning, but regarded the person in front of him as a great master. The tiger comes to fight.
The cold hairs all over his body exploded, the pores bulged, and the air flow passed by him. He seemed to feel that he was no longer a person in front of him, but a ball of air that was roaring and roaring.
Wherever the air waves are fierce, where the wind stops,
It's like a person standing in the wilderness, feeling the ups and downs everywhere in nature. Wherever it rains and where it shines, everything is reflected in his heart.
Before a wave of air could form, he had already slipped his feet and dodged to the left as if he had been greased.
Like a civet cat, it jumped behind Yang Lin, turned into a monkey with its backhand, turned back to look at the moon, and had already picked Yang Lin's ear with a palm knife.
"Okay, this is the second move."
Yang Lin praised loudly, but this time he was somewhat sincere.
Wang Chao's progress is too fast.
The last time I saw him, he only knew how to attack fiercely, with ruthless tactics, just to get the lead.
This time, when we met again, the other person already knew how to use his body to listen to the energy.
Hear the opponent's strong and weak hand, and also hear your own winning hand.
Only then can he be qualified to understand the changes in virtuality and reality of boxing techniques, and also understand the wonderful changes in strength and softness. He has already stepped into the threshold of dark strength.
No wonder Tang Zichen wanted to choose him. Wang Chao had already surpassed 99.9% of the martial arts practitioners in the world based on his talent alone.
Every battle is progressing like crazy.
However, it is not a good thing for young people to go too smoothly.
So, Yang Lin decided.
Give him another setback.
He swatted Wang Chao's hand knife away from his ear like a fly, and said with a smile: "You still have one more move, use your special skill of dragon and snake attack, otherwise, you won't have a chance to use it."
"as you wish."
Wang Chao groaned, his tailbone shook, and his back shook like a dragon rising into the sky. His hands were like snakes, twisting together to form a snake kiss, like a fist or a gun.
Using his body as a horse and his hand as a spear, the dragon and snake attack together.
As soon as this posture is posed, there is a tragic and tragic atmosphere that permeates people's hearts.
It was as if the arena was no longer in front of him, but a bloody battlefield.
Wang Chao also seemed to have transformed into a battlefield general with a big horse and a spear. He whipped his horse, danced with his spear, and thrust forward. Either you die or I die.
With a flick of his foot, he arrived in front of Yang Lin. This time, he no longer dodged and struck, but attacked from the front. His punch was like a gun, and it hit Yang Lin's throat.
"Yes, this move is enough to establish a sect. The person who created this move has really fantastic ideas and a great mind."
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