Chapter 334: Vomiting blood

Jiang Liang sprayed out old blood on the spot, and then fainted.
Xia Weibao's remarks clearly alluded to his small belly and chicken intestines, and he was beaten up!
How can you not be angry!
The more annoying person is that he is the one who was beaten to death, so he has to pay her for medical expenses!
This incident caused a very big sensation in the army clinic.
One of the old military doctors was trembling with excitement, "Is this the legendary percussion therapy?"
The other military doctors looked at each other, "Impossible? Hasn't the percussion therapy been lost?"
Percussion therapy is a kind of slant therapy in Chinese medicine.
As the name suggests, it is to relieve the meridians in the body by tapping to achieve the effect of curing diseases.
In ancient times, a queen suffered from infertility. After the maid had a bath every day, she would whip her back with a cane for seven or forty-nine days.
Later, the emperor became pregnant, and percussion therapy became famous.
However, because the whipping process was too painful and unbearable for ordinary people, and involved a lot of acupuncture points, it was slowly lost.
Unexpectedly, it reappears today!
The old military doctor found Xia Weibao with the heart of studying.
However, the answer was that she was fighting.
Old military doctor, "..."
Percussion therapy is complex and changeable, can it be done by accident?
Who believes it!
However, Xia Weibao refused to say that there was nothing they could do.
Can only shake his head and sigh.
Back to the dormitory, the empress empress, hug left and right, don't mention how happy it is.
Zhuang Xuejun looked worried, "Baby, is your arm okay?"
Yin Guo didn't know where to steal a hot water bottle, "Hurry up and apply it to reduce the swelling."
"I just borrowed a bottle of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine from the clinic with a beauty meter and wiped it." Qiao Li said.
Xia Weibao squinted...Bah, smiling at the three beautiful women around her.
"I'm fine, you don't need to be so nervous."
"I said it's okay, it's all bruised." Zhuang Xuejun looked distressed.
"It's okay. It's normal to get injured in a fight. I'm used to it."
I used to get used to it before, but then I was tricked into the palace by the dog emperor.
No one dared to beat her anymore.
But the bruise marks on his body have never disappeared. Why? Ask the Emperor Dog to go.
Hearing her indifferent tone, Zhuang Xuejun felt even more distressed.
"Why do you fight so often?"
Xia Weibao is speechless, and in modern society, there are very few people fighting, and almost missed it again.
But she reacted quickly, "There are often collisions during filming, and there are so many lunatics in the mental hospital that they fight almost every day."
She found that the three years when the original owner lived in mental illness was too suitable to be a shield.
Anything unreasonable is normal in a mental hospital.
After all, abnormal lunatics are normal, right?
This is a heavy topic, and the three of them don't know how to answer.
At exactly this time, the host took the phone in, and it was another half hour of free time every night.
The empress was very happy, "Do you play games?"
"Play, play occasionally, decompress." Yin Guo said.
Xia Weibao's eyes lit up, "Then you play the king."
"Play."
"know a little."
"Play often."
Hearing the answers of the three, Xia Weibao's face glowed, "Go dark!"
The four people sat side by side on the bed and began to form a team.
Did not call Ruan Jiajia, but randomly matched another person.
Now the five of them are clearly assigned, and Ruan Jiajia is at odds with them.
The isolated Ruan Jiajia sat sulking and jealous.