"Senior brother, if you still want to eat, I'll buy it for you."

Huang Liang said to Zhao Bo while placing a barbecued pork in front of Zhao Bo.

"Enough, Ah Liang, don't be so troublesome, you buy so many things, how can I finish eating."

Zhao Bo looked at the various refreshments around him speechlessly, what shrimp dumplings, siu mai, cured meat, etc., is Huangliang robbing other people's refreshment shops? I don't have any appetite now, and my whole body hurts, so I just drink two mouthfuls of porridge.

"Senior brother, Dr. Huang said that you need to supplement your nutrition and eat more."

Huang Liang said, Senior Brother is a hero now, and heroes must be treated like heroes.

"Ah Liang, supplementing nutrition doesn't mean eating so much, just eat something nutritious, there's no need to eat so much."

Zhao Bo was speechless, Ah Liang understands that things are really simple, supplementing nutrition is to eat more, what is the difference between this and feeding pigs.

"I know, senior brother, come, senior brother, taste the beautiful soup boiled by the master."

Huang Liang said, and brought over a lunch box, which wafted out a mouth-watering aroma.

"Ah Liang, Shi Niang is already pregnant with Liujia and is about to give birth, how can you still let Shi Niang do this kind of heavy work."

Zhao Bo looked at the beautiful soup, and said to Huang Liang helplessly, I don't know if it is his butterfly fanning, Ye Wen's wife Zhang Yongcheng's due date has been delayed for a while, but even if he retreats, he is also a person who is about to give birth, let Zhang Yongcheng cook for himself, Zhao Bo feels that his treatment is a bit high.

"I know, we also persuaded the master, but the master insisted on cooking herself, and we couldn't stop it, but don't worry, the senior brother, we helped by the side, and the master didn't get tired."

Huang Liang said that of course they knew that Zhang Yongcheng was pregnant, but Zhang Yongcheng insisted on cooking himself and expressing his gratitude to Zhao Bo, and they had no choice.

"Then thank you for me, well, it's really fragrant, come, Ah Liang, you can also get a bowl to drink."

Since this is the case, Zhao Bo is not polite, he raised his arm hard and drank a spoonful of soup, which is really memorable.

Waiting for Zhao Bo to finish eating with difficulty, Huang Liang packed up his things, sat for a while and left, Zhao Bo also returned to bed and began to recuperate, in the newspaper around him, there was news of the victory of Chinese martial arts over Western boxing, Zhao Bo smiled slightly, although it was a bit exaggerated, but it still had a good effect on inspiring the people.

But this battle is not a big victory, but a tragic victory, see how difficult it is to get out of bed and walk around, it is not easy to hold a water cup, you know how miserable you are, fortunately, relying on the iron cloth shirt, so that you don't look too miserable on the surface, otherwise I am afraid that I will really become a pig's head.

Tornado is worthy of being a boxing champion-level existence, whether it is strength or flexibility, it is no less than Ip Man, if it weren't for the lack of offensive means, clumsy moves, and no desperate heart, this time the loss would definitely be himself.

Now even if he wins, he is scarred, his arms are dislocated, and he did not recuperate in time after recovery, so that he is now swollen into his thighs, even if he has Dr. Huang's ointment, if he wants to recover completely, it is impossible to recover without a month.

There are countless small injuries on the body, because the reason for the iron cloth shirt cannot be seen on the surface, it does not mean that there is no problem inside, and the more serious thing is the internal injury, the internal organs are broken, which is the most fatal, fortunately, Zhao Bo used his muscles to resist a lot of strength, otherwise he would have died directly in the ring.

Dr. Huang told Zhao Bo that Zhao Bo's internal injuries would take half a year to recuperate, and if his cultivation was not good, he was afraid that he would leave sequelae, and Zhao Bo did not dare to be careless.

After a ring, he was in pain, no wonder there were so few famous martial artists in the past, maybe any one of them could bury a martial artist who was likely to become a grandmaster.

With an injury, Zhao Bo is honest, and there is no way to continue practicing martial arts, which makes Zhao Bo, who is used to punching a few times a day, a little uncomfortable, so he can only let Huang Liang buy some medical books for himself and come back.

After Zhao Bo was able to act on his own, he had already refilled the medicine, Huang Feihong had a secret recipe for bruises, although Zhao Bo did not know how to treat internal injuries, but he was still very familiar with arm injuries.

With the secret recipe he prepared, it would not take him twenty days to heal his arm, and Zhao Bo was very confident in this.

Doctor Huang knew that Zhao Bo had changed the prescription, and he was not particularly angry, he was just a Chinese medicine practitioner, and he knew that many martial artists were also doctors, and they must have special means for this kind of injury.

Zhao Bo was not stingy, and told Dr. Huang the formula, and asked Dr. Huang to study it to see if he could make a better prescription.

Doctor Huang recognized the magic of Zhao Bo's secret recipe at a glance, this is definitely a formula that only a master-level doctor can study, after knowing that it is Huang Feihong's secret recipe, Doctor Huang sighed that he is not as good as Huang Feihong in terms of bruises, which makes Zhao Bo also feel a little proud, he is Huang Feihong's beloved apprentice.

Zhao Bo hoped that Dr. Huang could simplify this secret recipe, so that it could be produced in large quantities and supplied to all martial arts disciples, and in the future, when industrial technology was improved, he would be able to open a factory and provide a large source of funds.

"Master, why are you here, if there is anything to ask Ah Liang to inform me no, you see that the master has just given birth and needs your company."

More than half a month later, Ip Man came to see Zhao Bo, Zhao Bo saw Ip Man and said, Zhang Yongcheng had just given birth to Ye Zheng to Ip Man, and Ip Man came to see him again, which made Zhao Bo speechless, Ip Man is good at everything, but this is not good, he always ignores Zhang Yongcheng, causing Zhang Yongcheng to become ill from hard work, and finally died of cancer.

"It's okay, I hired a babysitter, how are you feeling? Look at your arm is much better. ”

After Ye Man sat down, he took out a cigarette and lit it and said to Zhao Bo.

"It's much better, Master, it's not very painful, but I can't exercise vigorously, it seems that I won't be able to practice Wing Chun for a while, and the gym won't help Master anymore."

Zhao Bo smiled and said, he had experimented before, and with a little force, his abdomen hurt badly, so that Zhao Bo didn't dare to mess around again, and now Zhao Bo is living an elderly life, turning around a little every day, and then basking in the sun.

"It's just a period of time, don't worry, focus on recuperation, don't fall into the root of the disease."

Hearing that Zhao Bo's injury was improving, Ye Man was also relieved, he was afraid that if he delayed Zhao Bo, a good seedling, this time, he would blame himself for the rest of his life.