Countryside Magic Doctor

In a Sichuan word, with a silly face and a clear heart. However, at this moment, the middle-aged man's principles of dealing with matters that had been tested a hundred times in the past... He could only hear the anger in his head, as if it had lost its effect. He couldn't stop the anger in his heart, even if his rationality told him that he shouldn't have done so. Qin Zhao still scolded loudly, "Who the f * ck do you think you are? How dare you give me pointers blindly in front of me?! Do you really think you are some kind of thing?! Don't f * cking give me face and be shameless. Scram to the side! "    

    

His words did not seem to place this Maitreya Buddha in his eyes at all. The middle-aged man's face immediately darkened, and his fat face collapsed. His fat muscles grew longer and longer, setting off a donkey's face.    

    

It seemed that the other party was also choked and couldn't speak for a moment. After all, even though people were enjoying themselves, they didn't have a temper. Usually, he would be a Maitreya Buddha. But when he was faced with other people's direct scolding... It would be that your stomach could hold up to the mothership. Then at this moment, don't even think about being calm!    

    

Because everyone has their own temper.    

    

However, due to the fact that the other party's father was the dean, plus the fact that the other party was young and aggressive, if they continued to argue, if they started a fight, he might not be able to defeat the other party. Besides, to a middle-aged man, fighting was a very childish behavior. It was so childish that it made people laugh.    

    

After all, in this society, at least in the secular world, force was always the lowest level of practice, because no one had ever said that whoever could fight would be awesome.    

    

If that was really the case, it would be better to let the Fist King be the world leader.    

    

Therefore, the middle-aged man obviously chose to temporarily avoid the edge. He did not want to always think about when he would trip Qin Zhao and play with him. For old foxes like them, they usually wanted to set a trap for you. It was easy for them to drill into the cave. They didn't need to worry about any trouble.    

    

Although he was a Maitreya Buddha, the middle-aged man had his own ways. They were old foxes who had seen through the world.    

    

Qin Zhao became more and more arrogant after he retreated. The middle-aged man's escape had boosted his confidence. He felt that he was invincible. After all, people would always be arrogant. A middle-aged man who could still look down on him and teach him a lesson suddenly backed away.    

    

He was afraid that everyone would feel proud from the bottom of their hearts.    

    

After all, animals like humans could easily become emotional.    

    

As for rationality? It was just something that was usually mentioned. If it was really brought up, who the f * ck would care about it?    

    

After Qin Zhao had inflated his ego, he stood in front of him, neither servile nor overbearing. He used a faintly discernible smile and a gaze as sharp as a knife as he stared at Hee Feng and launched his own attack.    

    

He exerted force and opened his fangs, wanting to bite the person in front of him into pieces.    

    

However, he still had some rationality. After all, he was in that kind of society now. He couldn't just scold people. He had to convince them with reason. Otherwise... He could not guarantee that he would not leave any evidence behind. If that was the case, it would not be worth it. Of course, this was also because there were too many people who were timid in society.    

    

Most people would not easily make a move because they knew that this was the most underhanded method. After all, martial arts could never solve problems, and it would only make the problem more complicated.    

    

Of course, this was only in a situation where your strength was about the same or not too different from the other party's. If it was crushing, then the strong side would definitely have a reason, and martial arts would also be useful.    

    

However, how could such a situation occur?    

    

In the Cultivation World, in a world where strength reigned supreme... Force was the only thing that could be used. In other places, force could be used recklessly. Unless one had a very close relationship, or if one had done it cleanly enough. Otherwise, it is not a childish way for a child to fight, it is an extremely childish way of doing things. It would be the same as squatting and counting, and you might even pick up two pieces of soap.    

    

Qin Zhao slowly moved forward. Because he was a bit inflated, he was a little arrogant, so he did not notice that this person in front of him did not seem to be eye-catching. Hee Feng, who was slightly more powerful than him, was in danger. After all, he was in a frenzy. People would always ignore the potential danger.    

    

"Are you a doctor? Do you think you deserve to be a doctor? Do you know what you are doing now? What you are doing now is killing people? Look at him? Do you think he can still be saved now?" Qin Zhao asked.    

    

Hee Feng looked at him coldly and said, "Of course he can be cured, but don't delay my treatment. After all, there is a mad dog screaming crazily beside me. No matter how brilliant my medical skills are, it will inevitably affect his performance. If that is the case... It will be irresponsible to my patient, so I really hope that this mad dog will leave immediately! "    

    

After saying that, Hee Feng deliberately made an inviting gesture. Therefore, Qin Zhao was completely furious. What did this mean? He thought of himself as a dog.    

    

Since he was young, due to his father's status and power, he had never been angered like this. Therefore, Qin Zhao immediately became furious and rushed towards Hee Feng while roaring.    

    

However, Hee Feng dodged slightly and dodged Qin Zhao's attack at an extremely fast speed. In an instant, Qin Zhao, who had just combed his greasy and slippery head like a human dog. His white coat was instantly covered with dust. As it was a white color, it was extremely eye-catching.    

    

His face and fingers were also scratched a lot. After all, this was a cement floor. It was not light to fall on a dog poop. Furthermore, Qin Zhao had used a lot of strength just now.    

    

Struggling to get up from the ground, Qin Zhao's face turned red. He felt as if his face was burning. He covered his mouth with his hand, and the few female nurses who were trying hard to hold back their laughter. When he saw them, the anger in his heart burned even more. He looked at Hee Feng, who was calmly smiling at him. Obviously, Qin Zhao was trying to appraise a gentleman with a petty heart.    

    

Wasn't Hee Feng just smiling there? Was this society not going to make people laugh? He shouted loudly, "Go to hell!"    

    

Then he threw himself at Hee Feng again. He did not notice that his small body could push Hee Feng to the ground and beat him up.    

    

Just like last time, Hee Feng was not a kind person. He easily dodged Qin Zhao's attack. He threw himself at ___ like a Spanish bullfighter. He held a red cloth and attracted a crazy bison. It was rapidly crashing into him.    

    

Every time, the bison would miss once.    

    

When he fell to the ground again, Qin Zhao was already in a mess. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and fell to the ground. He fell into several pieces and looked at his body from top to bottom. As well as his twitching expression, Hee Feng knew very well that this fellow must have fallen quite miserably.    

    

Having been taught a lesson twice in a row, no matter how stupid his brain was, he knew that the other party was obviously toying with him. The other party definitely had the ability to avoid him.