Qingteng City Hospital.

Outside the luxurious ward where Xiao Jianzhong was.

Xiao Zhe, who looked proud, was cross-legged by Erlang, holding a cigar in his mouth, smoking it well.

A young nurse passed by, and when she saw the smoke, she frowned and reminded, "Sir, you can't smoke here." ”

"Blind your dog's eyes, is this smoke?"

A middle-aged man with a mustache next to him shouted angrily: "Our lord smokes a high-end cigar imported from Cuba!

The little nurse frowned slightly, very disgusted by this guy's pretending tone, and said seriously: "No matter what you smoke, you can't do it, otherwise you will be fined 5,000!"

Bazihu's face sank, and he said angrily: "Mara Gobi! Your dean doesn't dare to take care of my master, you little girl still dare to talk too much? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu will beat you to death!"

"I ......"

The little nurse was taken aback, and her face suddenly lost color.

But the mustache refused to give up, and raised his hand to really hit it.

"Wu Laoba, step aside!"

Xiao Zhe suddenly spoke, and said nonchalantly: "Today, Old Doctor Feng personally came to treat Jianzhong, I have a very good heart, so don't be like her." ”

Wu Laoba nodded, and then turned to the little nurse and shouted: "Count you lucky! My master is in a good mood, otherwise you won't be able to eat and walk around! Don't give Lao Tzu a roll;!"

"You're too much of a bully......"

The little nurse was full of grievances, but she didn't dare to offend these two guys, so she could only run away with her mouth open.

"Master, there's movement in the ward!" Wu Laoba said excitedly.

"Good ......"

When Xiao Zhe heard this, he hurriedly threw away the cigar, and jumped and jumped to disperse the smoke around him.

The arrogant expression just now was swept away, and in its place, a face full of humility and respect.

The reason why this is the case is because Old Doctor Feng is about to come out.

This Xiao Zhe is a typical bully of the soft and afraid of the hard.

When bullying the little nurse, he was a cow, but he greeted Feng Lao like a grandson.

"Squeak-"

Just then, the door to the ward was pushed open.

A group of doctors in white coats rushed out, but they did not leave immediately, but waited at the door one by one with awe-inspiring faces.

This group of people are all well-known orthopedic experts in Qingteng City.

The only person who can make them wait collectively is Feng Tingshou, Old Doctor Feng.

"Old Doctor Feng, you have worked hard!"

Xiao Zhe nodded like a good grandson.

Feng Tingshou is an old man over seventy years old, his hair and beard are all white, but his spirit is very good, giving people a feeling of Dao bone fairy style.

"Mr. Xiao is serious, I can't help you anything, the word miracle doctor, the old man is really ashamed to be a ......"

Feng Tingshou shook his head, and there was a hint of helplessness in his old eyes.

"What?"

Xiao Zhe was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had misheard: "Old Feng, what did you just say?"

"I'm sorry, the old man is really powerless about your son's injury, please ask Mr. Xiao to invite another Gao Ming......"

Feng Tingshou's face was a little ugly.

It's embarrassing to have to repeat this kind of thing out loud.

"How is this possible? Old Feng, you shouldn't be joking with me, right?"

Xiao Zhe heard it clearly this time, but he couldn't believe it: "You are one of the best orthopedic saints in our China! In orthopedics, there is never a problem that you can't solve......

"Of course the old man is serious! Do you think the old man will joke with his reputation? If he could be treated, he would have given your son a long time ago!"

Feng Tingshou's face sank, and he tasted a little annoyed.

The gold-lettered signboard of his own orthopedic holy hand has been stained today.

This is already very unpleasant, but Xiao Zhe still has to keep an eye on this problem again and again.

Isn't this a deliberate attempt to uncover people's sores?

The old miracle doctor, who has always been good-tempered, couldn't help but show a slight anger.

"Old Feng, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that......"

Xiao Zhe also realized that his words were inappropriate, and immediately asked in a low voice: "Please also ask Elder Feng to tell me what is going on with the dog's injury?"

"Your son's spine is twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, and the tendons have become completely crooked, such a case has never been seen in the old man's life!"

Feng Tingshou said helplessly: "According to the old man's experience, looking at the world, there has never been such a case!"

"This ...... How can this be a good ......?"

Xiao Zhe's face changed greatly, and he begged bitterly: "Old Doctor Feng, please show me the way! I have such a son in Jianzhong, and I still expect him to pass on the lineage...... The small bump is not right...... How can you pick it up......"

"Ahem, it's not that there is no way, it depends on whether you want to or not. Feng Tingshou seemed to be a little hesitant.

"You say, I'm willing to try any way!" Xiao Zhe had no choice but to be a dead horse and a live horse doctor.

Feng Tingshou nodded and said, "You still have to tie the bell to unlock the bell, and your only way is to beg to make your son such a person!"

"What!?, you want me to beg Chen Xiaobei, that little bastard?" Xiao Zhe immediately jumped up when he heard this.

"The old man also knows that it is very difficult for you to ask for the enemy, but the person who injured your son is a peerless genius!"

Feng Tingshou said: "His methods contain medical skills and martial arts, and they are incomparably mysterious! Except for him, no one in the world can cure your son!"

"Is there no other way?"

Xiao Zhe's expression was completely distorted, as if he had eaten a lump of hot Xiang and was deeply depressed.

"The old man who should say it has already been said, it depends on whether you want to save face, or do you want to pass on the ancestry?

After Feng Tingshou finished speaking, he left surrounded by the group of orthopedic experts.

Leaving Xiao Zhe entangled in place.

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Qingteng Police Station.

Interrogation Room 3.

"The winner is king, and the loser warms the bed? Do you think my sister can't hear that you're playing tricks?"

Luo Bodhi said angrily: "You won the sister to warm the bed, sister won to warm your bed, in the end, isn't it all cheap, you rascal?"

"Hehe, it seems that big breasts don't have to be brainless!"

Chen Xiaobei grinned, and his gaze couldn't help but sweep towards Luo Bodhi's proud round chest.

"You rascal dare to stare at my sister again, believe it or not, my sister dug out your wolf eyes!" Luo Bodhi put on the posture of the iceberg demon king and said coldly.

"Okay, okay, I'm not looking!"

Chen Xiaobei pursed his lips, and slandered in his heart: I've pinched it several times, can I still shrink a cup if I can see it?

"Let's change the bet, if I win, you kiss me! If I lose, I'll do whatever you tell me to do." ”

Chen Xiaobei said happily.

"You're in a bad brain, aren't you? How can you win?"

Luo Bodhi said angrily: "Bet on it, if you lose, my sister wants you to ......"

But before she could finish speaking, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open.

A young police officer reported: "Lord Inspector, Xiao Zhe is here. ”

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