When Dou Muqi's help message arrived, Jing Lao was studying an intractable disease. He suddenly heard the phone ringing, took it out and put it back. Although his face did not move, his heart was already anxious. Some checklists were given to the patients, and after handing them to the assistants, they quickly took off their white coats and rushed down the hospital building. The mobile phone dialed the phone number of Xu Rishu. This kid is now a dedicated driver for Jing Lao. After all, now the old and new brothers are scattered all over the country. As a medical insurance, Jing Lao needs to rush to the scene as soon as possible.
"What's the matter, Mr. Jing?" Xu Rishu drove a modified car and parked next to Mr. Jing in less than five minutes. It was the first time he heard Mr. Jing's voice trembling and calling himself to come quickly, thinking Something big happened.
"Dou Muqi's distress message, I don't know what's wrong, fast, city A, fast!" After two quick words, Jing Lao revealed his anxiety.
Xu Rishu didn't panic, helped Jing Lao buckle his seat belt, and started the car slowly toward the highway intersection. He is the best driver. Anyone can be anxious at this time, but he can't.
When he got on the highway and drove out for five kilometers, Xu Rishu said, "Old Jing, sit firmly." He got the accelerator clutch under his feet, and his speed rose all the way, and he saw that he had to report. Xuri Mouse pressed a button, the license plate flipped, and the color of the car body changed from dark gray to white. The Xuri Rat is a newly refitted car, using the Sonata shell, but there is no original part from the inside to the outside. He installed all the F1 engines, and the optically color-changing paint, which was originally a material for special combat uniforms, was also misappropriated here. This is of course Old Master Qin's handwriting. The pulse speed meter has already reached its head, but the speed is still rising. If anyone calculates it, I am afraid it has already reached two hundred and eighty miles.
As a professional driver, Xu Rishu's car drove more steadily than anyone else. At such a high speed, there was still no unnecessary shaking of the body. Mr. Jing hadn't noticed anything before, but he accidentally glanced at the scenery on the side of the highway. All of a sudden, I was confused, oh my god, where is the car driving here, it is clear that it is a low-altitude plane.
"Don't look around, it's okay, you'll be here in a while." Xu Rishu actually handed out an MP3 to Jing Lao when the car drove this way. The performance of this car seemed to be unlimited. , As long as he wants to, it can continue to accelerate. It is estimated that if he wants to install a flame booster, Qin Sect can also make it. A genius is a genius, let alone an old genius.
After an hour and a half, Mr. Jing had already seen Feng's teahouse, and after a short time he entered the inner room, and saw the Dou Mu Hao who persisted. Dou Mu Hao was shocked. Does this guy have a special plane to pick him up? He almost broke his internal interest. Relying on the strong internal force to suppress Dai Juncho's internal interest, the job was nothing at first, but after a long time, it was like baking hard ice with a slow fire, and only oneself knew the taste of it.
"Don't withdraw your hands first." Jing Muyan's two hands could hardly be placed on Feng's pulse, and he cut the pulse for a full five minutes. Old Jing's face became more and more ugly, and it was almost black that he could drip ink. The always steady old Jing actually yelled: "He, let you be disobedient, go and practice some martial arts, now it's okay, huh, Lao Tzu It just happened to make you suffer more!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when these words came out. Seeing that Zifeng’s problem is not too big, at least there is still a rescue, but Tang Mengli whispered, "Old Jing, it’s good for you to scold him, but you still suffer. There is Dou Mu Hao, but King Kong was shot while lying down." Indeed, the sweat on Dou Mu Hao's face has soaked the collar, and I thought that it would not be a problem to persist for a day and a half, now it's only two hours. Kung Fu, I have already overdrawn 60 to 70% of his physical strength. This is more tiring than fighting a battle. Dou Mu Hao blinked vigorously, and sweat entered his eyes, making the eyes very irritating.
"Huh, because of Lao Dou's face, I will save you first." Jing Lao took out the needle pouch, fiercely one stitch after another, and went down the Shaoyang Sanjiao meridian along the way. Feng's knife technique is strange. , But because Feng's original system was not good, there was a lot of root cause in the Sanjiao Jing of Hand Shaoyang.
Before the time for a cup of tea arrived, Feng had already woke up from a semi-conscious state. The first sentence when he woke up was "It hurts! It hurts to death!" Then Dou Mu Hao withdrew his palm fiercely, as everyone expected. No plots such as blood spurting, coughing up blood, falling down, etc. did not appear, and I saw Feng jumping on his feet to stand up, screaming pain again and again. I don't know where it hurts.
It's like a dying person here, it's clear that there is nowhere to do it. Doumulai and Su Haiyao looked at each other, isn't this guy's brain broken. Tang Mengli was puzzled. He looked at his master Jing Lao helplessly for help and could only explain to his female apprentice, "It's not that you are eager to pour Dr. Mo's elixir into him. You think it's popcorn. Eat whatever you want, the cost of that one is all in the four digits. You are good, and you just filled Feng with half a bottle. He was originally unstable in his internal breath, impacting the meridians, which is commonly known as madness, and then you give him Infused with a lot of potent potions, coupled with King Kong's support all the way, Feng Xiaozi has already refined the medicine power and transformed it into internal strength and physical strength, naturally there is no major problem."
"Then he is sick?" Tang Mengli is still a little worried, don't look at Feng's face now ruddy, he looks more energetic than Dou Mu Ha, but the way he passed by just now is really scary.
"This disease is really a trouble. Hey, you kid stop me and do it well, listen to me!" Jing Lao yelled at Feng, scared Feng to sit down quickly. The old man is angry, so it's better not to strangle the tiger's beard.
"Do you know why you are?" Boss Jing asked Dai Junchoi with a face.
"I know, I didn't work hard, leaving the root of the disease. I suddenly fell ill. Thanks to you for extending a helping hand, I will invite you to eat later and you will order the place!" Feng looked indifferent, he had to keep the atmosphere active. Be active, or else this old man will never end with himself!
"Shao and Laozi are shooting a gun!" Jing Lao raised his eyebrows and his face was full of anger. "You're crazy, you're going to die! Do you know this is it?"
Elder Jing was interrupted by Feng before he finished speaking, "I know, isn't it just five evils and three shortcomings? It's not the first time. If you want to persuade me to let go of martial arts, don't talk about it." , It’s better to just throw out the bottom line by yourself.
"You! Believe it or not, I let King Kong just destroy you!" Jing's old beard was shaking, this guy really doesn't know what it is! If it hadn't been for Miss Tang to immediately take the elixir to him, plus Dou Muqi's internal force to stabilize the chaotic internal interest, now Dai Junchou would be a dead person!