In such a turbulent country with poor public security, the other party's words are not alarmist. Countless people die in wars every day. Life is insignificant to them...
Of course, a five-minute cure is something that these niggas know is impossible because they fight every day and are injured or injured all the time.
As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to break a muscle and bone, which is enough to show that no matter how good medical skills are, it cannot be cured in five minutes.
Zhang Yang was much more careful this time. He lifted up Morad's trousers and gently touched the swollen surface with his fingers. The pure Yang true fire continuously entered his skin through his fingers.
Then he raised his arm in a mysterious manner, and there was a golden talisman in his hand.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and before the niggas could react, the talisman suddenly exploded, turning into golden powder and falling onto Morad's legs, and then quickly disappeared.
Morad was in unbearable pain just now. He was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. He immediately felt that his legs were extremely comfortable and his whole body felt warm. The painful area was naturally relieved a lot.
In fact, he only had a ligament strain, and the bones were not even broken or displaced. It was a piece of cake for Zhang Yang, and he was completely cured in just two or three minutes.
Of course, he didn't forget to deliberately make his head sweaty and steamy, adding to the mystery of the entire treatment process.
"Let him try and see if it hurts." Zhang Yang turned his head and said to Putina who looked surprised.
"Oh, I'll ask right now." Putina came back to her senses and began to ask Morad.
Morad did not answer, but turned his legs, kicked a few times, and then stomped on the ground a few more times, with a surprised smile on his face.
Several niggas nearby, including the doctor just now, came up to him and asked...
Several people chatted for a while, and then said a few words to Putina. At this time, their faces lost the arrogance of the past and became much more polite.
"They said you were possessed by the Lord and came here to treat him deliberately and help him relieve his illness." When Putina said this, there was an obvious look of excitement on her face.
Liberians have various beliefs, such as Christianity, Christianity, etc., and their worship of these is like the Chinese worshiping legendary gods.
And when these people said they were possessed by the Lord, they naturally regarded themselves as gods? Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel proud.
Before he came here, he heard Feng Yanran say that the more economically backward the area, the more they believe in these non-existent things. This is very similar to the feudal superstition of China in the past...
"Tell him that I just wanted to help him, and that doctor was the one who wanted to deceive him." Zhang Yang said shamelessly, pretending to be serious.
Patients are not good people, and doctors in white coats are even less good. Zhang Yang made up his mind to teach them a lesson.
Putina saw that his medical skills were so miraculous, and she began to believe in his words.
What's more, I was dissatisfied with the doctor's deliberate instigation just now, so I relayed Zhang Yang's words to Morad unchanged.
Several niggas looked back at the doctor, and then looked back at Zhang Yang doubtfully. For a moment, they didn't know what he meant by what he said.
The doctor could understand Putina's words. Although he was surprised and even inexplicably frightened by his medical skills, he did not want to offend the young black men in front of him, so he immediately started shouting.
Zhang Yang knew without guessing that the yelling was nothing more than scolding himself or defending himself. Thinking of this, he directly said to Putina: "Ask the doctor if it was him who said just now that I delayed the best time for treatment.
, if I don’t waste time, the patient can be cured with just a massage?”
"What's wrong?" Putina was confused.
I don’t understand what he means by asking this? Is he questioning the doctor’s medical skills? Now that the patient has recovered, there is no need to pursue this matter...
"You don't have to worry about it, just ask him as I say." Zhang Yang said with a bad smile.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Putina was embarrassed to continue asking. She could only turn her head to ask the doctor in confusion.
After hearing this, the doctor was also stunned. He looked at several niggas who were also confused, and then at Zhang Yang, and could only nod his head.
The medical skills displayed by the other party were so outstanding. In our own country, we naturally couldn't show weakness. Moreover, after what we just said, we couldn't tolerate denying it.
"Okay, I'll give you a chance to show off." After saying that, before everyone could react, he grabbed Morad's trouser leg, grabbed his ankle and twisted it hard.
ah……
With a scream, Morad's painful black face and facial features were twisted together, sweat oozed from his forehead, and he fell to the ground with a "thud", holding his ankles and wailing*.
After several niggas saw it, their faces showed excitement again, and they shouted something loudly, but no one dared to rush forward.
Now they regard Zhang Yang as possessing the so-called "lord". Who dares to do anything to the worshiped "lord"?
"Okay, we can treat him now." Zhang Yang was too lazy to let Putina translate at this time, pointed directly at the doctor, and then pointed at Morad on the ground and said.
Just by looking at his gestures, several niggas knew exactly what they meant...
Morad had just been healed by Pure Yang True Fire, and his ligaments had not yet fully recovered their elasticity. He looked just like a normal person just now. It was just an illusion caused by the contrast between the severe pain and the sudden cessation of pain.
At this time, the second strain was definitely more painful than the first time, and it became red and swollen again within a moment...
Seeing the miserable condition of Morad, several niggas did not dare to take action against Zhang Yang, so they could only urge the doctor to treat him quickly. They shouted at the doctor to urge him, and some impatient ones began to push him.
The doctor knelt down tremblingly and began to check Mo La's injuries. He hated Zhang Yang in his heart, but he was helpless.
Who allows me to boast so much? Who allows me to want to embarrass him? At this time, I can only suffer on my own, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is retribution.
After the ligament was sprained, congestion gathered at the site of the sprain, forming a large lump. The slightest touch was as painful as a knife. Morad saw the doctor treating himself, but he could only endure the pain despite the pain.
Zhang Yang's tactics just now convinced him that he was possessed by the God Lord, so he did not dare to be dissatisfied with him at all.
This cannot be blamed on his ignorance. Often religious people are extremely pious towards their so-called beliefs. It is said that some religious believers even do not hesitate to harm themselves in order to express their respect for the Lord.
Five minutes is not long, but for Morad, every second is a kind of torture...
Originally, the doctor knew some medical skills, and the ligament strain was not serious. According to the normal treatment method, apply ice pack or fix the injured area with a plaster, and it would get better in a few days.
But after boasting about Haikou just now, I couldn't help but feel frightened when I saw several young niggas around me. Therefore, the massage treatment at this time was more like a mechanical treatment. Let alone five minutes, even if the massage lasted for five days, it would still be enough.
It doesn't necessarily have any effect.
boom!
Morad couldn't bear it anymore. He realized that the pain was not getting better at all. He also remembered what Zhang Yang had just said about the doctor being a liar, and immediately understood that his purpose was only to expose the doctor.
I stupidly suffered for a long time, so you can imagine the anger...
He kicked the doctor hard on the chest and yelled a few words loudly. Zhang Yang understood without guessing that they were definitely curse words.
The doctor stumbled and fell to the ground. Several black men next to him swarmed him, held him there, punched and kicked him...
ah!
With the screams and the curses of a few niggas, there were more and more onlookers, and the corridor was so crowded that it could even be described as being blocked by water.
Like to watch the excitement is not just a hobby of Chinese people...
Putina felt that the doctor was pitiful. She originally wanted to step forward and pull everyone away, but her skinny figure made it difficult for her to get close, so she could only look at Zhang Yang helplessly.
She understood that Zhang Yang's words at this time could make these people stop.
It's a pity that Zhang Yang in front of him looked more like a bystander who was gloating about his misfortune...
"Stop!" As the voice sounded, Gu Kai squeezed through the crowd and walked in, shouting loudly to stop.
To put it bluntly, he saw so many people gathered in the corridor, and thought that Zhang Yang had not come back for a while, and was afraid that he would have a dispute with others, so he hurried over to take a look.
Seeing the scene in front of me, even though it had nothing to do with Zhang Yang, I couldn't just sit back and watch.
In fact, as a peacekeeping force, they are not allowed to intervene in such fights. After all, the local police have their own police, and these are within their scope of responsibilities.
The peacekeeping forces will only intervene to protect the people with the authorization of the United Nations when there is a fierce conflict between government forces and the government, or between ethnic groups, for fear of harming innocent people.
Of course, they can only remain neutral and cannot take part in favoring any party in the conflict. Even if they hold weapons in their hands, they have strict usage standards. They are only allowed to use them passively when their own safety or civilians are threatened.
After hearing Gu Kai's voice, several black men stopped and looked at him with unconvinced expressions on their faces.
It’s no wonder that in your own country, how can you allow an outsider to yell at you?
Even if they are soldiers who come to help maintain the stability of their country, it still makes them feel very humiliated, not to mention these people are not good birds in the first place...
The doctor had been beaten so badly that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He ignored the pain and got up and ran downstairs.
He knew in his heart that although Gu Kai stopped the other party by drinking, he would not start a fight with a few niggas for his own sake. It would be safest to find the police security below.
"Come back with me." Gu Kai glanced at Zhang Yang and said.
"Yes." Zhang Yang agreed and turned around to follow him and leave.
The few niggas behind immediately started shouting, and then Putina's voice sounded: "What should I do with him? Let's go back after curing him?" (To be continued)