Strongest Guard

Morality should be willfulness. You can do whatever you want.    

However, Yang Xiao absolutely did not allow anyone to doubt her medical skills.    

Medical skills, martial arts, drinking, and playing with jade were Yang Xiao's four best abilities.    

The first two were things that she had to learn as King Xuanyuan.    

The latter two, on the other hand, were somewhat of a game.    

Among the two skills that King Xuanyuan had to learn, his medical skills were ranked above her martial arts.    

From this, it could be seen how much confidence he had in his superb medical skills.    

Right now, Hamm was doubting his medical skills and saying that he was bragging.    

F * ck, it's fine if you doubt it, but why do you need to say that he's the one bragging?    

Because of that, Yang Xiao had to save her.    

Even if he could only kill her after finding out where the Iron Plate came from.    

Yang Xiao only recently realized how convincing it was.    

That was why he had hung Avril in the coconut forest. He had told her all the crimes she had committed, and made her realize that she truly deserved to die before killing her.    

"You, what are you doing?"    

When Hamm saw the ferocious look on her face, he immediately forgot about her ridiculing him. He subconsciously thought that he was here to hurt her, so he quickly used his elbows to support himself and retreated.    

However, she didn't have any strength left. At most, she was only moving backwards, but she wasn't moving at all.    

Yang Xiao didn't want to waste time talking to her, he sneered silently, bent down and grabbed her hair. With just a little force, he lifted her up from the ground like a scarecrow and kicked towards her stomach with his right foot.    

He hated this stinking woman to death. Even though he had to save her temporarily, he did not want to use his hands. Instead, he wanted to use his feet.    

Without a doubt, the feeling of kicking Hamm was far less comfortable than using her hands.    

Yang Xiao didn't care, it wasn't him who was in pain.    

Hamm didn't care either – now that he was on the verge of death, how could he care about where the pain was?    

At most, she focused all her strength on shouting and scolding Yang Xiao to let her go.    

Yang Xiao was like a deaf person, he kicked Hamm's stomach, waist, eyes, back, several dozen times. Then he pulled her left hand, which was holding her hair, to the side, and the woman, who weighed 80 kg, stood upside down in front of him.    

If the gynecologists from China saw this scene, they would be extremely worried after seeing Yang Xiao torture a pregnant woman who was having a difficult time. They would curse him for treating his life as child's play, and he would suffer retribution from the heavens.    

However, these gynecologists would definitely be dumbstruck by what they saw next.    

This was because they would see with their own eyes, there was already a little brat with a foot sticking out, pulling that foot back.    

How was this possible?    

Having a baby is not like taking something out of your pocket, taking it in half and then putting it back in your pocket to change it.    

In the process of natural production, the child is simply the slogan of pork, the goods have been out of the cabinet, never to be exchanged.    

If it had been possible to put the child's legs back in place and have him give birth again, then there wouldn't have been so many motherless children in the past.    

Yang Xiao just withdrew the pork from the cabinet.    

He didn't use brute force, but through stimulation of some acupoints, forced his son to withdraw.    

After finishing this step, Yang Xiao, who had been kicking the shuttlecock the whole time, used his toes to agilely lift up, grabbing Hamm's back and placing her on the ground.    

"Shout, shout with all your strength!"    

Before Hamm, who was confused, realized what was going on, Yang Xiao kicked the outside of her left thigh and shouted.    

There was an acupoint on the outside of a person's thigh. If one accidentally touched the corner of the table, it would cause their eyes to turn black and break out in a cold sweat.    

Moreover, it was much more painful to be kicked by Yang Xiao than accidentally hitting the corner of the table.    

Hamm screamed miserably in pain without him even needing to urge him to do so: "Ah!"    

However, just as she let out half a scream, Yang Xiao stomped on her stomach with his right foot — like a naughty kid stepping on a balloon.    

His actions were savage, and he would definitely treat human life as grass.    

Lee Nanfang, who just woke up from his coma, saw this scene.    

No words could describe the feeling Lee Nanfang would have when he saw this scene.    

He screamed as he got to his feet and lunged forward.    

His appearance was even more terrifying than before.    

As the previous example, how could Yang Xiao let him get into a close combat with Ye Zichen, then kick him out.    

"I will kill you!"    

Lee Nanfang roared, ignoring the pain in his stomach from being kicked, he got up again and pounced over -- again, flying out.    

Again and again.    

Lee Nanfang didn't get up again after falling heavily on the beach for the last time.    

He had the strength.    

He didn't want to get up.    

He also had his own pride.    

Realizing that no matter how hard he tried, he was not Yang Xiao's match. He could only look up at the sky in despair, as if his heart had died.    

Ever since he had grown up against perfection, Lee Nanfang had thought that he was the absolute hero of this world.    

Just like those men described in the novel, he was handsome, elegant, powerful, and domineering. His tiger body trembled, and beautiful women cried as they came knocking on his door.    

The biggest problem was that he had too much money, he couldn't finish it, he had too many beauties, and he couldn't take care of them …    

He never thought that one day, he would be like the Stinky Sock, kicked until he lost his temper.    

He could only lie on the ground like a Stinky Sock and listen to his woman's sorrowful cries.    

"This is not real, this is definitely not real! I am dreaming! I am definitely dreaming!"    

Lee Nanfang mumbled to himself like an idiot. He reached out his hand and pinched his thigh, hoping to wake up from the dream.    

"Waa, waa ~ ~"    

Suddenly, the loud cry of a baby came from that direction.    

Following that, Hamm shouted in a hoarse voice, "Quick, give the child back to me!"    

What was going on?    

Where did the child come from?    

The confused Lee Nanfang looked up and saw Yang Xiao holding a kid covered in blood in his left hand. He looked interested as if he was carrying a little chick. Under the moonlight, he saw the child clearly and was looking at the child in his hand.    

Hamm, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to raise his head. His extended hands trembled violently.    

Yang Xiao hid behind Hamm's belly with a seemingly vicious kick. The little bastard that almost killed his mother shot out from his mother's stomach like a cannonball. With a swoosh, he landed on the beach, face down like his father who had just been kicked out.    

The little brats that had been in their mothers' stomachs for too long were basically drunk with amniotic fluid when they came to this world. Some were hypoxic, while others were in a stupefied state.    

They don't cry, they don't even breathe.    

At this moment, there was an urgent need for someone to grab his legs, turn him upside down, control the amniotic fluid in his mouth, and then pat his butt.    

After feeling pained, the little bastard would instinctively open his mouth to curse — Damn it, who is smacking my ass?    

If he cursed, he would spit out the amniotic fluid in his mouth and breathe heavily.    

Although Yang Xiao had never given birth to a child, and had never had any disciples in the Flame Valley, who were worthy enough for him to be the guest midwife. However, the importance of having a child in traditional Chinese medicine was second to none.    

No disease was more important than a newborn being born into this world.    

Therefore, when Yang Xiao was studying medicine, the first thing he had to learn was how to save a pregnant woman from childbirth and how to protect her and her son.    

Today was the first time since his traditional Chinese medicine was established that he had delivered a baby with great success.    

Although the process was a bit rough.    

But the result was the most important thing.    

"How ugly, do you think I care?"    

Seeing that the little pup's face was wrinkled like an old lady, which was too different from his previous imagination of a "cute" baby, Yang Xiao quickly lost interest and raised his hand to throw the child to Hamm.    

Fortunately, after he was about to throw it out, he finally remembered that this wasn't a little chicken but a little life like him. If he were to throw it out like this, it wouldn't seem appropriate.    

He handed it over to Hamm like a little chicken.    

"Child, my child."    

After snatching the child, Hamm hugged it tightly. Ignoring the blood all over his body, Hamm lowered his head and madly kissed him.    

Tears streamed down his face as he kissed her.    

"Lee Nanfang, quick, come over here and look at our son — ha, ha, ha, he really is a son! What did I say? "    

The fact that he was able to carry his son alive gave Hamm a great spirit. He laughed heartily and used his finger to play with the child's little Xiao Budian. He turned his head back and called Lee Nanfang to come over quickly.    

What should I say to describe the actions of Lee Nanfang, the father, when he saw that his son was safely born?    

Hmm, just roll and crawl.    

At this moment, as long as Hamm and his mother were safe, not to mention rolling and crawling, even if he were to say that he died, he would still die.    

Generally speaking, a man's mental state was generally much larger than a woman's.    

They were also better at mediating their loss of control into a normal mode in a shorter amount of time.    

When Lee Nanfang saw his son waving his arms and legs around while crying, he realized that Yang Xiao was not torturing her, but using a very "brilliant" method to give birth to a child.    

He misunderstood Yang Xiao.    

Yang Xiao, An En and Hamm's mother and son.    

Even though Lee Nanfang felt that he should have saved him a long time ago, he didn't stand on the side with a face full of schadenfreude as he watched Hamm suffer.    

However, there was nothing he could do about it.    

This was like a rich man. It was his duty to lend money to poor people who were on the verge of starvation, and it was his duty not to lend it to others. He could not hate them just because he did not want to lend them any money — even though Yang Xiao was cold-blooded.    

But in the end, he saved Hamm and allowed him to give birth to the child. This was the greatest bond between them.    

Lee Nanfang should have thanked him for his kindness.    

"Do I appreciate your gratitude? Humph. "Just now, who was the one who was biting people like a mad dog?"    

With a sneer, Yang Xiao stomped on Lee Nanfang's foot to thank him sincerely.    

Lee Nanfang blushed when he heard that, and didn't know what to say in response.    

He was right, it seemed.    

Perhaps Yang Xiao felt that the crying of a child had added a lot of vitality to this dry island, which made him realize that one more person would be a lot of fun. He didn't want Hamm to die just like that.    

After some thought, he walked to the other side of the coconut grove with his hands behind his back. "Bite off your son's umbilical cord. "I'll also console your woman and let her have a good rest. I still have something to ask her."    

When Yang Xiao said the word "bite", he said it with an extra emphasis. Naturally, he was mocking Lee Nanfang for being a mad dog again.    

As long as Hamm's mother and son were safe, Yang Xiao would do whatever he liked to say.    

He had no objections.    

This was Lee Nanfang's eldest son, Loong Chengchengsheng's son. For the time being, he could not be considered as the eldest son.    

My wife used to say that only by being a father can a man be a real man.    

Now, Lee Nanfang had finally become a real man.    

Looking at the little bastard in Hamm's arms, Lee Nanfang felt that he was surrounded by happiness.    

However, a groan of pain from the coconut grove quickly pulled him out of his happiness.