A casual shot

Author: The sea after the storm

A casual shot

"Okay." Zhou Bingkun responded casually. He also wanted to fight. He hasn't bullied anyone for a long time. This Qi Peng seems to be in good shape. He can bully him and throw him a few big falls.

Zhou Bingkun glanced at Ma Shouchang and the old man and saw that they were watching happily and had no objection.

He placed the medicine box he was carrying on the stone table beside him, took off his coat, stretched his arms, kicked his legs, and did simple warm-up exercises.

"Hoo, drink." Qi Peng also took off his coat, shouting and drinking to warm up.

Zhou Bingkun's warm-up was very simple. He moved casually and then finished the warm-up. He quietly waited for Qi Peng to warm up.

"If you don't want to warm up, be careful and stretch it later." Qi Peng shouted while warming up. He was still warming up seriously.

"No need." Zhou Bingkun said calmly. He is a master, different from ordinary people. He only needs to shake his whole body to warm up, and it has been completed long ago.

Qi Peng did not continue to remind him. He was still warming up honestly and moving his whole body. He often practiced martial arts and knew that if he did not warm up well, he could easily injure himself.

After a while.

"Come on, you make the first move." Qi Peng stood a few meters in front of Zhou Bingkun, took a stance, and shouted.

"You should make the first move." Zhou Bingkun said casually. He stood slouched, as if he didn't take Qi Peng seriously.

"Be careful!" Qi Peng was a little unhappy. He felt that Zhou Bingkun looked down on him.

This is also true. When it comes to fighting, Zhou Bingkun not only looks down on Qi Peng, but he looks down on everyone on the earth, including lions, tigers and bears. Zhou Bingkun thinks he is the world's best master. He has obviously drifted away, and the gravity of the earth has attracted him.

I can't hold him anymore.

But he is very humble. He never tells others that he is a master. Humility is his motto.

Qi Peng approached Zhou Bingkun cautiously. Although he was a little unhappy, he did not underestimate the enemy and rush forward. He approached Zhou Bingkun cautiously and tried his best to test.

He punched Zhou Bingkun.

This move was a feint, and he was still preparing to dodge Zhou Bingkun's possible attack.

"ah!"

"Snapped!"

Qi Peng felt a trance, so he flew up and then fell to the ground. Fortunately, the ground was grass, not asphalt road.

He quickly stood up and stared at Zhou Bingkun nervously to prevent Zhou Bingkun from making consecutive attacks.

But Zhou Bingkun still stood loosely and did not continue to attack.

Qi Peng didn't understand why he was thrown by Zhou Bingkun.

He continued to approach Zhou Bingkun carefully, this time he was even more cautious.

His eyes were fixed on Zhou Bingkun's.

This time he did a low leg sweep first.

"ah!"

"Snapped!"

Qi Peng felt dazed again, then he flew up again and was thrown to the ground.

This time, he didn't get up immediately.

He felt a little sore. Fortunately, he warmed up seriously, otherwise he would have been broken.

He looked at Zhou Bingkun with some confusion and slowly stood up.

"How did you throw me to the ground?" Qi Peng asked doubtfully when he saw Zhou Bingkun still standing loosely. He had no time to use his Bajiquan moves, so he was inexplicably thrown twice by Zhou Bingkun.

"Your lower plate is not stable, and it will be easy to drop you." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"My lower body is not stable? My horse stance training is okay, why is it not stable?" Qi Peng asked doubtfully. His martial arts training is quite good. In the work unit, those young men in their twenties are not his.

Opponent. He has practiced "Bajiquan" and Sanda. He can easily defeat the strong young man.

"Haha. It's true that a hero comes out of a boy!" The old man suddenly laughed and said in a loud voice.

"Ahem." But as soon as the old man finished shouting, he couldn't help but cough. There was something wrong with his lungs.

"Dad, your lungs are not good, so you can't speak loudly." Qi Peng hurried over to support the old man and patted his back gently.

Zhou Bingkun picked up the medicine box next to him and didn't step forward, just stood quietly.

After a while.

The old man stopped coughing and couldn't help but said: "Oh, I'm old and useless. I can't even speak loudly."

"Dad, don't say that." Qi Peng advised.

"Doctor Zhou, come, let me introduce you. This is Qi Xinghua, Mr. Qi." Ma Shouchang introduced with a smile. He gave a rough introduction to Qi Xinghua's identity.

It turns out that Qi Xinghua used to work in the public security department and is now retired. He had fought in the war before. He had many military exploits and was a hero who killed Japanese people. His rank was higher than Ma Shouchang's.

"Hello, Mr. Qi." Zhou Bingkun said respectfully. He admired the heroes who killed the Japanese. He thought about one day traveling to the Anti-Japanese War era and killing a lot. He also wanted to go to the Japanese mainland and fight.

Let the blood of the devils flow like a river.

"Dr. Zhou, you are so talented." Qi Xinghua said with a smile.

"It's not bad, it's no problem to beat up a few gangsters." Zhou Bingkun said modestly.

"You say I'm a gangster?!" Qi Peng said a little unhappy.

"You are not a gangster. You are better than a gangster." Zhou Bingkun said truthfully.

"Dr. Zhou, don't you know where you studied?" Qi Xinghua asked.

"My master is Doctor Li Qingde." Zhou Bingkun said.

"Li Qingde? Isn't he a doctor? He doesn't know martial arts, right?" Qi Xinghua asked strangely. He was asking about Zhou Bingkun's martial arts master.

"Qi Lao, what do you think of my martial arts? I practiced blindly, without a master." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"You don't have a master? Practice blindly? Impossible, Zhou Bingkun, you can't have a master." Qi Peng said loudly. He didn't believe that Zhou Bingkun didn't have a martial arts master.

"Indeed not." Zhou Bingkun said lightly. He has never had a martial arts master in his life.

"You?" Qi Peng wanted to ask something else, but Qi Xinghua spoke.

"If not, then there won't be. Doctor Zhou, I'm asking you to come over this time to see an old man like me. I'm sorry to bother you." Qi Xinghua said politely.

"No trouble, it's my honor to treat Mr. Qi." Zhou Bingkun said with a little respect. He was always full of respect for people like Qi Xinghua.

"Haha, come in quickly." Qi Xinghua said with a smile.

living room.

Zhou Bingkun made simple preparations and began to take Qi Xinghua's pulse.

"Qi Lao, there is a foreign body in your lungs, so you can't speak loudly." After a moment, Zhou Bingkun said.

"Foreign object? What foreign object? We didn't find any foreign object in the previous films." Qi Peng asked strangely.

"Qi Lao, if you don't mind, I will treat you now." Zhou Bingkun said. He ignored Qi Peng.

"Okay, you can start." Qi Xinghua Heshan said.

"I pray you, please stand up, arch your waist a little, yes, relax your body, open your mouth a little, yes, breathe through your mouth normally, yes, that's it."

"Snapped!"

"ah!"

As Zhou Bingkun was talking, he suddenly patted Qi Xinghua's chest, causing Qi Xinghua to vomit a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

"I#￥%￥&*!" Qi Peng misunderstood, he cursed angrily, flew up and kicked Zhou Bingkun.

Zhou Bingkun casually dodged to avoid Qi Peng's flying kick, and then pushed Qi Peng three meters away and fell to the ground.

"Qi Peng must not be rude." Qi Xinghua said hurriedly. In his hurry, he spoke loudly again, but he did not cough.

"Am I okay?" He reacted and looked at Zhou Bingkun in surprise.

"Yes, I have photographed the foreign body in your lungs." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"Okay?" Qi Peng sat on the ground blankly and asked in surprise.

But no one paid attention to him.

"Is this good?" Ma Shouchang was also surprised.

"Yes, it's healed. However, I still need to take some medicine to recuperate. By the way, I also need calcium supplements to pray for old age." Zhou Bingkun said casually.

At this time, Qi Peng had already walked over, squatted down and looked at the bloody sputum on the ground, "There is indeed something in here, it's black, I don't know what it is."

Qi Xinghua took a few deep breaths and said with a smile: "I feel better indeed. Dr. Zhou, you are indeed a miracle doctor. With just one tap, you have cured my decades-old illness, haha."

"I don't dare to be a miracle doctor. Praying for old age is too much." Zhou Bingkun said modestly.

"Come, Doctor Zhou, please sit down."
To be continued...