Chapter 511

Mu Shi Nian remembers a gentle smile; "Don't worry. It'll be fine."

Nima, the younger martial sister smiles so terrible.

Before the little elder martial sister recovered, she heard the doctor's gentle voice: "girl, don't be afraid. I'll count to three and I'll do it again."

The little elder martial sister shook her head in horror.

But mu Shinian's strength was also great. He directly pressed her in place and couldn't move.

The doctor continued to smile gently, "here we go, I've counted."

Then, as soon as the doctor counted one, the little elder martial sister heard a click, and then the pain slowed down for a second.

The little elder martial sister screamed bitterly.

The cry was loud enough. The doctor didn't adapt to Mu Shinian.

The doctor stepped back two steps, and then began to talk: "young man, this lung capacity is really good."

The little elder martial sister directly grabbed Mu Shimian's clothes in pain: "it hurts! Why do I die like this?"

"Yes, why do you die like that?"

Mu Shinian echoed, took out his wallet from his pocket and took five hundred yuan to the doctor: "please."

"You're welcome."

The doctor put his hand smartly: "she has to keep it. She can't have a large range of exercise in the near future."

Mu Shinian nodded, wrote down the doctor's instructions one by one, and poured her a glass of warm water: "slowly."

The tears on the little elder martial sister's face were still hanging. The whole person looked very sad. She looked at mu Shinian and squeezed out a hard sentence: "little martial sister, you're bad at learning."

Mu Shinian helplessly squeezed out a smile: "let you laugh."

The little elder martial sister took a sip of water and gnashed her teeth: "I must report this account back."

Mu Shinian sat opposite her: "well, little elder martial sister, how to say, it's our fault."

“……”

The little elder martial sister was unhappy and killed her immediately.

Mu Shimian poured her another glass of water, and then quickly changed the topic: "by the way, young martial sister, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? I'll order a takeout."

The little elder martial sister lied on the sofa and pretended to be dead: "no, go and see how they are."

Mu Shinian also had this idea. As soon as she got up, the door was pushed open.

Two men came in with two bags in their hands.

Seeing them, they all looked a little bad.

Little elder martial sister and mu Shinian stared at their faces, and then the corners of their lips jerked twice, didn't they

After the fifth senior brother put down the night snack he bought on the road, he clenched his teeth and angrily beat the table: "you said, is he sick? He said, don't fight in the face. He's good. Every fist greets me on my cheek. Is he like this?"

This is not really

Mu Shimian stared at the bruised face in horror.

Five, before his brother finished, he sat down, grabbed a water glass, poured himself a glass of water, and then drank two cups in the west, then he continued to Tucao: "make complaints about him, and he has not been successful. Is he necessary to be so angry?"

Mu Shinian is also quite speechless.

There seems to be nothing to compare these two things.

The degree is different.

But the fifth elder martial brother was angry: "besides, isn't he a doctor? Now do you dare to send some useful and real information."

"He's like a doctor. He's better than a professional thug."

In contrast, the eldest martial brother is much calmer.