President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Dragon

Xuzhou Branch of the Martial Artists Association.

Lu Xinran, who had just woken up, was lying on the bed with a pale complexion, her eyes were looking at the ceiling, and her eyes were a little absent-minded.

The severed arm has been bandaged.

The broken arm has also been put on birth control.

Although, there may be some inconvenience in future actions, but at least nothing can be seen.

Footsteps sounded.

Uncle Kun walked in.

His broken arm has also been treated.

With his strength as a martial artist, he was able to walk around after simply dealing with his injuries.

Apart from being a little weak due to excessive blood loss, there is no other problem.

"Miss, the hall master has been notified!"

Uncle Kun came closer and said in a low voice.

Hearing these words, Lu Xinran's eyes regained some of their spirits, and turned into a look of resentment.

She said bitterly: "What did dad say? Has he come back?"

Uncle Kun hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "The hall master still has some things to deal with, and he will be back within five days."

"Five days? No, I can't wait that long! I can't wait for him to die now!"

Lu Xinran roared loudly.

Because of her emotional agitation, the wound on her arm was torn, and blood oozes from the gauze.

Uncle Kun's complexion changed, and he quickly called the doctor to re-bandage Lu Xinran's wound.

Lu Xinran lay on the bed and said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Kun, tell Dad, I want them to die as soon as possible, I can't wait any longer!"

Uncle Kun looked a bit embarrassed, but he still nodded and agreed.

After a few words of comfort, he didn't turn around until Lu Xinran fell asleep, and then left, and dialed Lu Zhan's phone number in a deserted corner.

There are four halls under the Warrior Association.

Dharma Hall, Sword Hall, Sword Hall, and Shadow Hall.

On weekdays, the hall masters of the four halls have to stay outside to prevent foreign forces from infiltrating.

Lu Zhan is the master of the Dharma hall.

In addition, among the four Hall Masters, he is the only Grand Master Realm Warrior.

At this moment, somewhere outside the country, a land battle that has passed the ages has just concluded a meeting.

This meeting was a layout aimed at a group of foreign forces that had sneaked in secretly.

He is considered an old woman, and his wife passed away early, so he has always cherished Lu Xinran very much. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is afraid of melting if he holds it in his mouth, and afraid of falling when he holds it in his hand.

It was also because of his pampering that Lu Xinran developed a pampered character, and became even more lawless when he grew up.

He knows all about this.

But what about his own daughter?

I can only follow behind and help wipe my ass!

However, this time, he was undoubtedly very angry when he heard that his precious daughter's arm had been cut off.

If there is still a group of forces sneaking in from abroad that have not been resolved, he would have gone back to take care of his daughter long ago.

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated.

Lu Zhan glanced at the number and found that the call was from his family, so he frowned.

He sighed, but still chose to answer.

After a while, after listening to Uncle Kun's report on the phone, Lu Zhan raised two fingers and rubbed the center of his brows with a tired face.

"Okay, I know everything, but I really can't get away from here, you can tell her to wait a little longer, and I will rush back as soon as the matter here is finished..."

Having said that, his voice paused.

After a few seconds, he continued to ask: "By the way, has the identity of the person who injured Xinran been investigated?"

Uncle Kun replied: "I have checked, the other party should not be a local, it may take some time to check."

Lu Zhan nodded slightly, "Okay, this matter, I will trouble you, as for that girl... Lao Kun, I will trouble you too!"

……

The next day.

After breakfast, Mu Tianyi went out.

Today, she made an appointment with several medicinal material merchants, planning to visit them one by one.

These companies are all in Bozhou City.

Their respective powers are much worse than those of the Gao family, but if they can all be negotiated, they can barely maintain the current shipments of the Mu Group.

Of course, she also knew that this trip would not be easy, and it might even be a waste of time.

However, she still has to try.

As for Shen Nian, he was going to sign up for the Ancient Medicine Competition today, so he didn't accompany him.

At ten o'clock in the morning, he went out.

He had already inquired that the place to sign up for the Ancient Medical Skills Competition was the Ancient Medical Skills Association.

At the same time, there is also a place for competition.

The location of the Ancient Medicine Association is also easy to find. It is in the very center of Bozhou City. You can hail a taxi and it will be delivered to the station.

From this, it is enough to see the status of the Ancient Medical Skills Association in Bozhou City.

Take Yangzhou City as an example, the central area is divided into four equal parts.

Baomeng Pavilion Auction House, Warrior Association Yangzhou Branch, City Lord's Mansion, and Shogunate.

The four major forces each occupy one side.

But in Bozhou City, the huge city center, there is only one building of the Ancient Medical Technique Association.

The rest, whether it is the Baomeng Pavilion Auction House, the Martial Artists Association, or the big families, all have to stand aside.

When Shen Nian arrived, he found that the scene was quite lively, almost all the people coming and going were ancient doctors.

This kind of scene is basically invisible in other cities, and it can only be seen in Bozhou City, the last city that still retains ancient medical skills.

Although there are two days to sign up, most of the people who want to participate will sign up today.

Only those who have a long journey or are delayed by certain things will wait until tomorrow.

Of course, not all of the people who came today came to sign up.

If you want to participate in the ancient medical competition, there are still thresholds.

The minimum requirement is to be a famous doctor, or a little famous.

It is worth mentioning that because it takes more than ten years or even decades of study to achieve success in ancient medicine, most of the ancient doctors who are eligible for the competition are old men over 50 years old.

Therefore, who is coming to compete can be seen at a glance.

Most of them are just apprentices who followed the master to see the scene.

Ever since, when it was Shen Nian's turn to sign up, he was greatly questioned.

"Young man, what about your parents? The requirements of the competition must be registered by the contestants in person, and it is forbidden to register on behalf of you! Let your parents come in person!"

The person in charge of registration is also an ancient doctor, about 60 years old, with a kind attitude.

Shen Nian shook his head slightly, "I'm not here to sign up for the elders, I want to participate in the competition myself."

"You? Nonsense! Judging by your age, you are not even 30 years old, right? Even if you are talented, how much can you learn?"

The old man frowned, somewhat dissatisfied.

Shen Nian smiled lightly, "Senior, who said that the level of medical skills should be judged by age?"

Hearing this, the old man's brows furrowed even deeper.

"Pfft!"

Behind the old man, a young man dressed as an apprentice laughed.

Shen Nian looked over.

The latter sneered: "People like you, I have seen too much today! I don't have any skills, but I want to sneak in to participate in the competition. Do you think that after you go out, you can gild yourself with a layer of gold by participating in the ancient medical competition? Don't Funny!"

At first, Shen Nian still didn't understand.

But after thinking for a moment, he understood what the young man meant.

Only well-known ancient doctors can participate in the ancient medical competition.

Conversely, that is to say, those who participated in the ancient medical skills competition were all famous doctors from one side.

In this case, some people will indeed use their brains.

Seeing that Shen Nian was still standing there, the young man continued: "Didn't you hear what I said? What are you still standing here for? When someone else comes, at least put on some makeup to make yourself look older, you are quite crazy of!"

Shen Nian smiled, ignored it, but looked at the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Are you really going to sign up? According to the rules of the competition, if you are not a famous doctor, you will not be eligible to participate even if you sign up."

"I'm sure."

Shen Nian smiled lightly.

The old man sighed, and handed over a registration form, "Alright, you can leave your name and the faction you belong to here!"

Before, I also met a few who were not reconciled. They boasted that they had good talents and that their medical skills were also good, but after filling out the registration form, they were all rejected.

In his opinion, Shen Nian is also in a similar situation.

Shen Nian took the registration form and quickly filled it out.

Just as he was about to return the registration form to the old man, he was snatched away by the young apprentice beside him.

"Let me see what you have filled in. I can tell you that impersonation is useless..."

The young man said while watching.

Shen Nian didn't care, looked at the old man, and said with a light smile: "In that case, this junior will take his leave first!"

"Run away now? Are you afraid of being exposed? Medical Heart Hall? Shen Nian? What kind of medical center is this? It sounds familiar..."

Behind him, the young apprentice murmured.

But he didn't want to, his muttering changed the face of the old man who didn't care at all.

The old man got up abruptly, grabbed the registration form, and quickly glanced at the column of his name and the faction he belonged to.

On it, it is written...

Shen Nian!

Medical Center!

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ps: Brothers, I have a serious fever. I wake up in the morning with a sore throat and a sore head. I sleep until noon, and I feel a little unwell. As a result, I have a fever. These two chapters are written with a fever.

I'm really sorry if the sentences are not clear in some places, I checked it as much as possible!

I'm not sure if I won the lottery, but I didn't leave the room at the end. If I won the lottery, wouldn't it be too wronged?

Hope it's just a normal cold!

Specifically, see tomorrow.

If it still burns tomorrow, it probably won't run, and the update may be interrupted. I'm really sorry.

I really don't have a copy in hand.

If I can hold it, I will update it, but if I really can’t hold it, I hope brothers can understand, thank you!

Well, I'm going to bed, good night!