"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, I'll take you to the infirmary first!" Mao Sanbai came up to play a round at this time, and at this moment he felt that if he didn't make a move, the warrior monk would probably be killed in anger.

"Hmm!" The warrior monk nodded, and followed Mao Sanbai to the infirmary on the fourth floor.

After entering the infirmary and talking briefly to the doctor.

The doctor at the Huating Hotel immediately made a diagnosis, and the warrior monk was pooping too hard, causing local congestion on his face.

After getting this answer, Mao Sanbai was quite shocked.

"So the rumor that pooping too hard can cause facial paralysis turned out to be true!" Mao Sanbai said with a frightened face.

Warrior Monk: "......."

…….

When the warrior monk and Mao Sanbai came back, Manager Song happened to walk away, looking at the office where there was no one, Mao Sanbai went to the toilet first, got a hot towel and put it on the warrior monk's face.

In fact, the situation of the warrior monk is not particularly serious, anyway, it is enough to live blood.

When it comes to blood activation, is there a faster way to invigorate blood than by applying a hot towel to your face?

Feeling the hot towel on his face, the warrior monk frowned.

"Three hundred, is your towel too hot? I feel itchy and sore in my face"

"It's itchy and painful, it's blood!" Mao Sanbai explained.

Seeing that Mao Sanbai said this, the warrior monk was no longer talking, Mao Sanbai was also kind, there was no need for him to say anything.

After applying it for about 10 minutes, Manager Song came back from outside.

As soon as he came back, Manager Song saw Mao Sanbai and the warrior monk in the office, and the warrior monk's face was still covered with a hot towel.

Looking at this hot towel, Manager Song's face changed.

"What are you?"

"The doctor just said that he too hard, causing some bruises on his face, just live a little blood!"

After Mao Sanbai finished speaking, Manager Song nodded, he felt that this statement made some sense.

"And how long have you been working on it?"

"It's been almost 10 minutes!"

"Okay, let me see what the hell is going on" said Manager Song and lifted the towel from the warrior monk's face.

It's okay not to lift it, as soon as the towel is lifted, Manager Song directly shook his hand and covered the towel.

As soon as the towel was lifted, the warrior monk looked at Manager Song's frightened face and was stunned directly, what kind of expression do you have, have you seen a ghost? This is my face, as for that exaggeration?

"Manager Song, what are you doing?" Mao Sanbai asked with a puzzled expression.

Manager Song pointed at the warrior monk with a panicked face.

"Come on, come and see for yourself!"

"Huh?" In confusion, Mao Sanbai walked in front of the warrior monk.

As a result, Mao Sanbai just glanced at it, and then immediately showed the same expression as Manager Song.

Both of them had the expression of seeing a ghost, which made the warrior monk's face full of confusion.

This feeling is so strange that it gives the warrior monk a strange illusion that he got on a sedan chair and was lifted from the hijab, and his husband ran away.

Looking at the two, the warrior monk said with a puzzled expression.

"What the hell are you two doing? Why do you have such an expression? Am I as ugly as thrilling? ”

"You'd better look in the mirror for yourself!" Manager Song said with a serious face!

The warrior monk was stunned for a moment, stood up casually, walked to the mirror suspiciously, and looked at his face.

As a result, the warrior monk was also stunned by this photo.

He didn't know how to describe his face, but in the current situation, a big face could only be called a small face in front of him.

"Damn, how the hell did I become like this, what did you do to me, three hundred?" The warrior monk roared madly at Mao Sanbai.

Mao Sanbai looked at the warrior monk with an innocent face and said, "I didn't do anything, I just took a hot towel to help you apply a compress to invigorate your blood!" ”

"Oh, you're using a hot towel, no wonder it's like this."

After Manager Song finished speaking, Mao Sanbai and the warrior monk are all the same, and they use hot towels, is there any problem with this?

Looking at the ignorant looks of the two, Manager Song continued.

"What about working in a fitness center like this? Especially a warrior monk, do you still want to be a fitness instructor? Can you two have some medical knowledge! Even if you haven't seen it in reality, you've seen it on TV, right? In the TV series, if someone sprains or gets smashed, isn't it all covered with an ice towel? Whether it's a sprain or a smash, it's all bruises, if you use a hot towel, won't the bruises swell up after they disperse! ”

"Uh, is that so?" Mao Sanbai said with some embarrassment.

"So I'm actually going to use an ice towel in this case?" The warrior monk said with a confused expression.

Manager Song nodded.

Glancing at Mao Sanbai, the warrior monk did not speak.

Of course, there is no need for the warrior monk to speak, Mao Sanbai also knows what to do, and without saying a word, Mao Sanbai directly took the towel and went to the toilet.

Ice cubes are not available in their fitness center, but ice water is still available, and their water dispenser can make both boiling water and ice water.

It's not as icey, but it should still be okay to put on your face.

Soon Mao Sanbai came back again, and as soon as he came back, Manager Song ran out of the office again, and only the warrior monk was left in the office.

Putting an ice towel over the warrior monk's face, Mao Sanbai asked curiously.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Let's be honest, it's not good, it's hot just now and now it's cold, I feel like my face is about to be torn off by you!" The warrior monk said with a sad and indignant face.

Mao Sanbai sighed helplessly, okay, he has to carry this pot, and he blames him for his ignorance.

After putting an ice towel over the warrior monk's face, Mao Sanbai sat next to him and drank coffee.

After drinking for a while, the warrior monk suddenly frowned, and then said, "Then you have three hundred, did you wash this towel without gold spinning?" Why does it feel so hard? ”

"Don't talk about it, the towels in the fitness center are all washed in the laundry room downstairs. Why are the hotel towels soft? It's because there are a lot of gold spinning. ”

After hearing Mao Sanbai say this, the warrior monk was more puzzled.

"Then why do I feel like my towel is so hard? Do you always feel like it doesn't fit perfectly on my face? ”

After the warrior monk finished speaking, Mao Sanbai snorted disdainfully: "What do you want?" Is this a towel, not a mask, and a perfect fit? ”

"But if it doesn't fit perfectly, the effect shouldn't be so good." The warrior monk said again.

With a long sigh, Mao Sanbai sighed a little, the warrior monk is really annoying.

After scanning the office, his eyes finally fell on a dozen printer papers on the side.

"Okay, okay, I've got a way. Don't move with your head up, I'll be right here. ”

As he spoke, Mao Sanbai took a dozen printer papers and walked to the toilet.

After a while, Manager Song came back again. As soon as he returned to the office, Manager Song was immediately startled.

As soon as he entered the office, he saw Mao Sanbai with a weird smile, covering one wet piece of printer paper after another on the face of the warrior monk.

And the warrior monk seems to be constantly twitching his hands and feet because he can't breathe, like a half-dead salted fish.

"Ten Manchu Tortures!" Manager Song exclaimed!