Zuo Han felt that the fire was almost done, so he turned slightly to one side. Sun Kai stumbled and rushed in.
He Ye was sitting on the bedside, making a call on his mobile phone. When Sun Kai rushed in, He Ye just hung up the phone.
"He Ye, are you okay..."
Seeing that He Ye was wearing clothes and the sheets were untouched, Sun Kai breathed a sigh of relief. Then he said anxiously: "Who did you call just now? Was it the police?"
"What should I call the police for?" He Ye just heard the conversation between Zuo Han and Sun Kai. Although his face was burning, he was also a little inexplicably happy.
Zuo Han came over and said, "He Ye is calling Principal Wang. She has something to do and wants to go back to Sanquan Township tonight. If Officer Sun doesn't agree, we will spend the night here."
"Go back to Sanquan Township?" Sun Kai's first reaction was no. As soon as he heard the second half of Zuo Han's sentence, especially the word "overnight", he immediately felt like a fried cockfighting chicken and said decisively to He
Ye Dao: "Okay, you leave right away, I will take you back."
Zuo Han said casually: "I'll go too."
"No!" Sun Kai said flatly: "You still have problems that you haven't explained clearly. You are not allowed to go anywhere if you stay here."
"What, do you want someone to look at me?" Zuo Han asked with a smile.
"This..." Sun Kai hesitated.
He has a mission, so he definitely can't spend the night in Sanquan Township. Let others look at Zuo Han and feel uneasy...
Sun Kai turned to He Ye and said, "I'll find a policewoman to send you off."
In this way, Sun Kai found a female police officer to take He Ye back to Sanquan Township School, while he simply stayed in the hotel and lived with Zuo Han.
Zuo Han slept on the bed, and he made two chairs to sleep at the door, fearing that Zuo Han would run out to look for He Ye in the middle of the night.
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Sun Kai didn't sleep well at all that night. When Zuo Han woke up in the morning, he leaned on the chair and fell asleep because he didn't get enough sleep. Zuo Han got up, washed up, and walked over his body until Sun Kai went out.
Neither woke up.
Zuo Han took a taxi to the community where Uncle Wu lived, bought two breakfasts and went upstairs. Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, he found that the door was ajar.
Zuo Han frowned slightly, opened the door and said, "Uncle Wu, are you there? I am Zuo Han."
No one responded.
Zuo Han opened the door and entered the house. He looked around and focused on the living room.
"Uncle Wu, I'm in." Zuo Han said, walking slowly towards the sofa, as if he was going to put breakfast on the coffee table.
Just as Zuo Han bent down, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind the wardrobe and reached out to grab Zuo Han's back neck and left arm.
Zuo Han took a step to the side and threw out the two bags of hot soy milk in his hand without looking back.
Oops, the man behind didn't catch Zuo Han and grabbed the two bags of hot soy milk.
The plastic bag was scratched, and the hot soy milk splashed all over the man, making him jump up in the air.
Zuo Han wanted to turn around and add a kick, but he noticed that the man was wearing a police uniform.
At this time, Uncle Wu laughed and walked out of the back room.
"Meng Yu, I was right. If you don't listen to me, you will suffer a loss."
"Uncle Wu." Zuo Han nodded slightly to Uncle Wu and asked, "Is this..."
"Meng Yu, my apprentice." Uncle Wu said with a smile: "This boy is usually busy with work and rarely comes to see me. I came here this morning and I said that it took you a long time to gather energy and you were much stronger than him. This boy is not convinced.
, I must try you..."
"Master, I was burned by soy milk, he is cheating on me." Meng Yu pulled a towel to wipe his body and defended rather angrily.
Meng Yu was in his mid-twenties, with a rosy complexion. There was a certain heroic air between his brows, as if he had been a soldier. However, Zuo Han felt that something was wrong with Meng Yu's complexion. The rosy color was rosy, but the redness was a bit uncomfortable.
normal.
Zuo Han looked at me twice and said, "I offended you just now. I hope Officer Meng won't be offended."
"Don't come here like this. If you don't have that habit, call me Meng Yu." Meng Yu looked at Zuo Han and said, "Not counting just now, let's come again and see how much you have learned from the master."
Zuo Han shook his head and said: "I learned Qigong from Uncle Wu to cultivate my mind and cultivate my nature, not to compete with others."
Meng Yu curled his lips: "Come on. I can see that you have practiced. Most people can't escape the capture I just made."
"You kid, please stop messing around." Uncle Wu scolded, "You've already soiled my floor, and you still want to smash my furniture."
"Um...I'll wipe it for you later." Meng Yu scratched his head and said to Zuo Han, "Let's go outside."
"I see you were shot in the head." Meng Yu was deliberately looking for trouble, and Zuo Han was not polite. He stood firm on his feet and said, "I'll stand still and let you punch and kick me. If I move my feet,
, consider me losing.”
Meng Yu seems to have a few brushes, but he has not reached level 1 strength.
"Hey, you are really right. My brother was indeed shot in the head, but he was not killed." Meng Yu rolled up his sleeves and said, "You said you would stand still, don't regret it!"
Uncle Wu looked at Zuo Han, but said nothing. Meng Yu was a criminal policeman with a military background, and he had real skills. Zuo Han was so supportive, and Uncle Wu was also very curious.
Meng Yu made a boxing gesture, while Zuo Han just stood there casually.
"Hi!" Meng Yu didn't have any ink, he took two steps and hit Zuo Han with a jab with his left hand.
This move was useless. Zuo Han was just dodging or blocking, and Meng Yu would change his move.
But Zuo Han also raised his fist and hit Meng Yu's fist back.
There was a crisp sound, and Meng Yu groaned, took three or five steps back, hid his hands behind his back, and stared at Zuo Han.
Meng Yu pursed his lips, as if holding his breath, and his face became increasingly red.
Uncle Wu looked at Meng Yu curiously.
Did this kid use the qigong I taught him in actual combat? I don’t even know it, but he studied it on his own?
"Master..." Meng Yu grumbled, "I need to borrow your toilet, I need to pee."
Before Uncle Wu could react, Meng Yu had already entered the bathroom. He could vaguely hear the sound of air-conditioning coming from inside.
Uncle Wu was stunned for two seconds, suddenly realized, and couldn't help laughing.
Zuo Han couldn't help but laugh and shook his head helplessly.
This Meng Yu is really a jerk, but he can also be regarded as a jerk with a true temperament.
Meng Yu, who was hiding in the bathroom and rubbing his fists, heard the laughter outside and was so embarrassed that he just wanted to get out of the toilet. While blushing, he secretly scolded Zuo Han for being a pervert.
With his rich experience, he didn't know that with just such a punch, several knuckles and wrists on his left hand were dislocated.
After taking a few breaths, Meng Yu shouted angrily: "What's so funny? If you lose, you lose. Now I can't go to the toilet."
Uncle Wu stopped laughing, asked Zuo Han to sit on the sofa, and said, "Meng Yu has a bad temper, but he is not a bad person."
"I didn't take it seriously." Zuo Han smiled and asked tentatively: "I saw that Officer Meng's face was flushed and his blood and energy were not flowing smoothly, as if there was something wrong with his body."
"Did you see it?" Uncle Wu sighed and said, "He was indeed shot in the head. Although the bullet was taken out, there is still congestion that cannot be healed, and he often has headaches. I have been to many hospitals but nothing can be done. Learn from me.
Qigong also aims to condition the body.”
Seeing the worry in Uncle Wu's eyes, Zuo Han pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe I can cure it."
"You?" Uncle Wu looked at Zuo Han strangely.
"Yes." Zuo Han said with a smile: "When I was in the United States, I had massage and acupuncture with an old Chinese medicine practitioner in Chinatown. I can't say anything else, but it is still possible to remove congestion."
"You'd better stop talking nonsense." Uncle Wu obviously didn't like the old Chinese medicine doctor in Chinatown, and said: "Meng Yu's father is the mayor of our place. He has invited almost all the experts in the country. He won't even be able to get one."
The veteran Chinese doctors in the United States are not as good as me.”
"Just pinch it a few times and it won't be a big deal if it can't be cured." Zuo Han didn't know much about the mayor. He just wanted to repay Uncle Wu for teaching him Qigong. Since Uncle Wu cared about Meng Yu so much, he didn't mind spending some money.
Holy power.
While he was talking, Meng Yu came out of the bathroom with a mop, wiped it on the floor as if nothing had happened, and said to Uncle Wu: "Master, I'm going to work first. I'll see you another day."
Meng Yu hesitated for a moment, then snorted to Zuo Han like a mosquito: "Let's go."
"Don't worry." Zuo Han stood up.
"What are you doing? You were considered the winner just now." Meng Yu was very nervous.
"I want to give you a gift..."
Zuo Han walked over naturally. When Meng Yu was confused, Zuo Han suddenly grabbed Meng Yu's wrist and stretched out his legs.
Meng Yu groaned and was thrown onto the bed in the next room by Zuo Han.
"You don't do this in a sneak attack..." Meng Yu yelled and was about to struggle, but Zuo Han's hands were like a vise, holding him down firmly and pressing his body up.
Uncle Wu was stamping his feet outside: "You two bastards don't take off your shoes either, oh, my sheets..."
In the chaos, Zuo Han's right hand pressed on the back of Meng Yu's head.
Zuo Han closed his eyes tightly and used his holy power to examine Meng Yu's head. He found that there was indeed a small area of congestion in one part of the brain, compressing the brain and nerves.
Holy power cannot cure all diseases, but it is not a problem just to dissolve blood congestion.
Zuo Han opened his eyes, white light flashed slightly, and more holy power poured in.
Meng Yu felt a surge of heat in his head, and then he felt much refreshed. When he calmed down, he realized that Zuo Han had let go of himself, turned over, and said angrily to Zuo Han: "What do you want, kid?"
Ah! What do you mean by pressing me into bed..."
Zuo Han rolled his eyes at Meng Yu and said, "Uncle Wu said that you were shot in the head and there is congestion, so I will give you a massage."
"Massage?" Meng Yu didn't expect this answer. He glanced at Zuo Han strangely and said, "This can be called massage. Capturing is almost the same."
Meng Yu only regarded Zuo Han as a weirdo, said goodbye to Uncle Wu, and turned away as if running away.