"Brothers, fight me! As long as you can't die, you will fight to the death!"

The yellow-haired man shouted violently, picked up the iron rod in his hand and rushed towards Ning Bin.

Ning Bin was bare-handed, and he was the target of his tyranny.

He's got to put on a good show in front of his brothers.

Suddenly, the yellow-haired man felt that someone in front of him flickered for a moment.

He secretly screamed "not good".

It doesn't matter how many are three, seven, or twenty, the iron rod in his hand will be smashed down.

At this moment, he felt even worse.

A feeling of suffocation gripped him.

His body rose into the air.

Then it turned into a ** in Ning Bin's hand, and swept towards his brothers who came wielding iron rods.

As a result, his brothers swept them to the ground with iron rods.

He then turned into a big bird with broken wings and fell heavily to the ground.

A sharp pain almost made him faint to death.

Ning Bin flew to the yellow-haired man's side and stepped on the yellow-haired man's chest.

The yellow-haired man immediately seemed to hear the sound of his sternum shattering.

"Do you want a million?"

Ning Bin asked in a cold voice.

"Don't, don't, don't!"

The yellow-haired man endured the severe pain and said again and again,

"I was just here to play. ”

"Are we acquainted?"

Ning Bin asked again.

The yellow-haired man was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

Ning Bin was waiting for him to answer, so he had to answer truthfully:

"We are not familiar, we are not familiar!"

"I'm not familiar with you, why do you still tell Lao Tzu to play, aren't you playing with Lao Tzu?"

Ning Bin's feet were a little stronger, and the yellow-haired man heard the sound of bones shattering.

It's over, it's over! I'm going to be trampled to death by this kid today!

The yellow-haired man lamented in his heart.

In fact, Ning Bin didn't want to trample him to death, because it wasn't like that.

"Do you want to die or live?"

Ning Bin asked.

This is a two-choice question for the yellow-haired man, but in fact, there is only one option for the yellow-haired man.

"I want to live, I want to live!"

The yellow-haired man replied.

"If you want to live, tell me the truth, who sent you?"

Ning Bin asked.

"Wu Haibo, he wants us to release 'blood' for you. ”

In order to save his life, the yellow-haired man had to tell the truth.

Ning Bin nodded, and roared at the yellow-haired man:

"Get out of here with your people!"

When the yellow-haired man's brothers heard this, they got up and ran.

"Stop!"

Ning Bin yelled at the yellow-haired male brothers.

The yellow-haired man's brothers stood in place one by one as if they had been immobilized, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"Didn't you see your eldest brother can't move, carry him away!"

Ning Bin had a look of disgust on his face.

Only then did the yellow-haired man's brother come to his senses, and he hurriedly turned around, raised his hands and feet, and carried the yellow-haired man away like a dead dog.

Ning Bin called Qi Hui and asked him to send someone to Ningxi Province to abolish Wu Haibo.

Ma's!

Lao Tzu didn't want to walk on foot, but he didn't want Lao Tzu to walk smoothly.

Ning Bin scolded in his heart.

"Well, why is there a person lying on the ground in front of you?"

As he walked, Ning Bin saw a middle-aged man in tawny clothes in front of him, lying on the ground, his body convulsing incessantly.

Maybe it's a profession.

Ning Bin took two steps and came to the patient.

glanced at the middle-aged man and came up with a diagnosis:

"Heart rate disorders, weak breath, poor blood flow, confusion......"

This is clearly a violent illness, and if you don't help immediately, you will die on the street.

At present, at present, there is only Ning Bin by the side of this violent man, and only Ning Bin can save this violent man.

Save!

Anyway, when it comes to saving people, Ning Bin has never been ambiguous.

Just then, 120 arrived.

When the doctors and nurses get out of the car, they have to lift the patient to the car.

"Stop!"

Ning Bin stopped loudly,

"Why don't you check the patient's condition, this patient has to be rescued immediately, and when you get to the hospital, this person is hopeless. ”

The doctor looked at Ning Bin and asked:

"Who are you? I don't eat much, I take care of a lot of things. We have to send the patient to the hospital for a check-up to find out what the disease is, and then we can treat it accordingly. ”

"If you treat a patient without even figuring out what disease he has, isn't that playing the piano indiscriminately?"

Ning Bin shook his head:

"You quacks, you know how to examine with instruments, not with your own eyes. This not only wastes the patient's money, but also delays the patient's treatment time. ”

"Who do you say is a quack?"

The doctor's eyes widened and he asked,

"If you're a miracle doctor, then you'll cure him?"

"Cut!"

Ning Bin replied with such a word and took out a silver needle.

I have to hurry up and heal now, and I don't have time to pay attention to the doctor.

The doctor heard Ning Bin's word "cut", and it felt like a steel needle piercing his heart, which made him feel very heartbroken.

"Stop!"

The doctor shouted,

"Do you know what kind of disease he has? If you treat this sick person to death, you will be fully responsible!"

Ning Bin still ignored the doctor, and the silver needle in his hand was bounced into the air by him, drawing a graceful arc and piercing into the important acupuncture points on the patient's chest.

The doctor wanted to stop Ning Bin from piercing the silver needle, but Ning Bin moved too fast, and before he could make a move, the silver needle had already pierced the patient's acupuncture point.

"You, you, you're doing magic......!

When the doctor said this, Ning Bin yelled at him, "Shut up!"

But he asked the doctor to swallow back what he was going to say.

The doctor had an extremely uncomfortable look on his face, as if he had choked on eating.

After a while, the doctor's expression became normal.

He wanted to say something to Ning Bin, but the patient sat up suddenly, his mouth open, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

Coincidentally, it sprayed the doctor all over the head.

At this time, the nurses were scrambling to wipe the blood from the doctor's head and face.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

An anxious voice rang out.

The figure of a girl in red came to the patient.

The patient did not answer, but fell backwards with a serene expression.

"Dad, Dad, Dad......"

The girl in red shouted rapidly, shaking the patient's arm incessantly.

As if to wake up her father.

"Beauty, you look for him, he healed your father!"

The doctor couldn't care about the nausea, pointed at Ning Bin and said to the young man in red,

"I said to send us to the hospital for rescue, but he stopped us, he started to treat your father, and the result was ......"

"Doctor, you mean, my dad is ...... He's dead!"

The girl in red opened her beautiful eyes wide, with a sad expression.

The people around him also talked about it:

"What can this young man do? Heal people to death now, see what to do?"

"That's how good intentions can't do good things!"

"yes. If you cure someone, the patient's family will thank you, but this doctor is dead, and it's a big deal!"

......