"Presumptuous!" Han Baochang's face darkened and he said coldly, "I want to tie up the young master. Don't you want to live?"
Pu Zhenghuan turned pale with fright and almost peed his pants. He trembled and said, "I'm a Korean doctor. I can't feel the young master's pulse in this way. Why don't you let others take a look first?"
"It's you, stop talking nonsense!"
Han Baochang pushed Pu Zhenghuan to the door, and then said, "Don't worry, the young master usually won't get sick again within two hours after he gets sick, so hurry up."
Pu Zhenghuan breathed a sigh of relief. After opening the door, he walked in tremblingly. After entering, he saw that Li Ping'an didn't react at all, so he became calmer again.
"Young Master, I am a doctor from Bangbang Country. Please allow me to take your pulse."
He said as he stretched out his hand to Li Pingan's wrist, he stared closely into Li Pingan's eyes, fearing that the eldest son of the general would suddenly get violent again and beat him into a pig's head.
Fortunately, as Han Baochang said, Li Ping'an's mood was much more stable, and there was still no reaction until he took his pulse.
Withdrawing his hand, he turned to Han Baochang outside the door and said, "Butler, I suspect that the eldest young master has lost his soul."
Han Baochang said: "Can it be cured?"
Pu Zhenghuan said: "It's hard to say for sure. You can give the young master acupuncture first. If the effect is good, we can prescribe him some medicine."
Han Baochang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do as you say!"
Pu Zhenghuan turned around and saw that Li Ping'an was still emotionally stable, and felt completely at ease. It should be as Han Baochang said, he would not get sick again within two hours.
In order to get the 10 million US dollars reward, he quickly took out the silver needle and took the time to give Li Ping'an acupuncture.
But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he took a silver needle in his hand, Li Ping'an's eyes flashed red again. He suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, snatched the silver needle, and then fiercely
Stabbed into Pu Zhenghuan's arm.
"ah……"
Pu Zhenghuan let out a heartbreaking scream. Li Ping'an didn't know any acupuncture techniques, so he directly inserted the entire silver needle into his arm, causing pain to his bone marrow.
But the nightmare had just begun. Li Ping'an stepped on Pu Zhenghuan's feet, grabbed the needle bag next to him, and inserted all the silver needles into his body one by one.
Seeing this miserable situation, everyone else had goosebumps all over their bodies, it was so miserable!
Even Gulit, who had just come back to his senses, felt lucky that he was not some shitty Korean doctor. It hurt just thinking about such a long silver needle piercing his flesh.
Han Baochang sighed and murmured: "It seems that the eldest young master's illness has worsened again!"
Finally, after Li Pingan inserted all the silver needles into Pu Zhenghuan's body, the red light in his eyes slowly disappeared and returned to normal again.
Han Baochang waved his hand, and two servants went in to lift Pu Zhenghuan out. As soon as they touched his arm, they screamed like a slaughtered pig. He was stabbed like a hedgehog, with silver needles all over his body.
None of them can be touched.
Finally, two servants grabbed his ankles and dragged him out of the room.
Han Baochang didn't look at Pu Zhenghuan again, turned to look at Qin Haodong and the remaining doctors, and said, "Who's coming next?"
These people were completely frightened now. Seeing that the two doctors who came in to diagnose the disease were almost beaten to death by Li Ping'an, they suddenly lost their courage and lowered their heads one by one.
Fernand, who had been watching with cold eyes, seized the opportunity and said: "Butler, that Chinese boy just said that his Chinese medicine is very powerful, why not let him try it."
Han Baochang nodded. He also felt that only Qin Haodong, the doctor invited this time, had some hope. He stepped forward and said, "Doctor Tang, what do you think?"
Just when Fernand and others were waiting to see Qin Haodong's joke, he stood up, looked around and said, "They are all trash, and they have the nerve to call themselves experts."
Gulit had just come to his senses and said inarticulately: "Chinese boy, if you have the ability, you can cure the young master first."
Pu Zhenghuan was pulling out the silver needles one by one from his body, and said through gritted teeth: "That's right, if you have the ability, go in and try."
Since Qin Haodong had cured his leg injury, Han Baochang was still very confident in his medical skills and said hopefully: "Doctor Tang, do you think the eldest young master's disease can be cured?"
Qin Haodong said: "In front of Chinese medicine, this is not a problem at all. It can be easily cured."
After saying that, he walked straight to the glass door, opened the door himself and walked in.
The doctors who stayed outside looked at each other with surprise in their eyes. Is this young man from China a madman or a blind man? Didn’t he see the miserable appearance of the two people just now? Could it be that world-class
Can he really cure a disease that even experts cannot cure? How is this possible?
There are two doctors here who have some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine, but they don't believe that such a young Qin Haodong has such high medical skills, let alone that he can cure Li Ping'an's disease.
Fernand looked at Qin Haodong's back, his eyes full of schadenfreude, and he kept praying in his heart, praying to God to allow Li Ping'an to teach this Chinese who did not know the heights of heaven and earth a lesson, and it would be best to beat him to death directly.
However, he was somewhat disappointed. God did not seem to hear his prayers. Li Ping'an looked normal and showed no signs of going crazy.
Qin Haodong walked up to Li Pingan, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. Everyone wanted to see if this Chinese man could cure Li Pingan's strange disease.
In the midst of everyone's attention, Qin Haodong smiled slightly, then raised his hand and slapped him suddenly.
Li Ping'an didn't react at all. He felt a pain on his face, and then his whole body flew out and hit the wall behind him with a bang.
Everyone was dumbfounded. They didn't understand what this young man from China wanted to do. It was lucky that Li Ping'an didn't hit him. How could he dare to take action against Li Ping'an?
This is the son of General Liszt. Gulit and Pu Zhenghuan were beaten like that grandson just now, but they did not dare to touch Li Ping'an because they knew that they would definitely die. Now this Chinese man goes up and beats him, is he really
A violent maniac?
Han Baochang was also frightened. General Liszt was just such a son, and he was usually very precious. If he was really beaten up by the Chinese in front of him, he would never be able to shirk the responsibility, and he might even end up with his life.
Now he could no longer care about Qin Haodong's treatment of his leg injury, and roared angrily outside: "Tang, are you crazy? If you dare to lay a finger on the young master again, I guarantee that you will not be able to escape."
go……"
But before he could finish his words, Qin Haodong stepped forward and grabbed Li Ping'an. He punched Li Ping'an hard and struck fiercely without any mercy. It was much worse than Li Ping'an's beating of Gullit and Pu Zhenghuan just now.
"Asshole, you are looking for death!" Han Baochang was going crazy. He turned around and yelled crazily at the door, "Guard, guard, come in quickly..."
Hearing his shouts, a team of armed guards immediately rushed over and pointed the black muzzles of their guns at Qin Haodong in the room.
"Hurry up and rush in to protect the young master!"
Han Baochang roared angrily. At this time, Li Ping'an had been beaten with bruises and bruises all over his body. Although he was strong and strong, he had no ability to resist Qin Haodong's skills.
The guards agreed and rushed into the room, but the door was locked tightly by Qin Haodong from the inside. Even the sniper rifles couldn't penetrate the bulletproof glass. They tried several times but couldn't get it in.
At this time, Qin Haodong slapped Li Pingan on the back of the heart, and Li Pingan opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Tang, I must kill you!"
Seeing that the eldest young master was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Qin Haodong, Han Baochang waved a pistol in his hand, but there was nothing he could do.
The doctors in the room were completely dumbfounded. No one expected that such a situation would happen. This really irritated their nerves. This Chinese man actually took the initiative and beat the general's son until he vomited blood.
Some people were gloating, thinking that Qin Haodong was dead now. Some people started to get nervous. This was the Golden Triangle of Burma, General List's military camp. Maybe General List would kill them all in a rage.
At this moment, there was a burst of noisy footsteps outside the door, and a man in a general's uniform hurriedly walked in from the outside. He was the master of this military camp and the uncrowned king of the Golden Triangle, General Lister.
After entering the door, he happened to see Li Ping'an being beaten and vomiting blood, and immediately roared to Han Baochang: "What's going on? Who is beating my son?"
"General, I..."
Han Baochang really couldn't explain it. Now he wanted to tear Qin Haodong into pieces immediately.
"Okay, I'm done!"
Qin Haodong clapped his hands, opened the door and walked out.
Han Baochang immediately raised the gun in his hand, pointed it at Qin Haodong and cursed: "You bastard, I'll kill you!"
Liszt raised his hand to stop him and said with a cold expression: "Don't worry, killing him is too easy for this kid. First arrest him, ask who is the mastermind behind it, and then make his life worse than death.
"
He was the uncrowned king of the Golden Triangle. He didn't believe that this young man dared to beat his son for no reason. He thought there must be someone behind it.
Han Baochang put away his gun and waved to the guard behind him: "Did you hear that? Arrest him quickly."
The guards agreed and immediately rushed towards Qin Haodong with the rope in hand. Qin Haodong was smiling, with no sign of nervousness at all.
"Stop it all!"
The speaker was Li Ping'an who was behind Qin Haodong. He slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stepped forward and said to Liszt: "Dad, you have all misunderstood. This doctor is treating me."
As soon as his words came out, everyone present opened their mouths in surprise. Has Young Master Li been beaten to the point of losing his brain? He was beaten to the point of vomiting blood and yet he still helped this kid speak.
Liszt stepped forward and pulled Li Ping'an behind him and said, "Son, with dad here, you don't have to be afraid of anything!"
Li Pingan said again: "Dad, what I said is true. This doctor is indeed treating me. I feel much better now."
"This..." Liszt took a serious look at Li Ping'an and saw that although his son was beaten with a bruised nose and face, his eyes were clear and his expression was normal, without any signs of mental disorder.
"Son, are you really sure?"
"I am very sure that Dr. Tang is indeed treating me. Not only can you not arrest him, but you also have to thank Dr. Tang profusely."
Seeing that Li Ping'an was speaking extremely seriously, Gullit and others felt like they were about to collapse. Damn, they were beaten for treating a disease. They were beating people to treat a disease. This didn't allow people to live. They were also doctors.
Why is there such a big gap between people?
Liszt turned to look at Qin Haodong and asked: "Give me an explanation, what is going on?"