Wanted to be a miracle doctor and became a defendant, so he decisively changed his career to become

“Thump, thump, thump…”

"Ahhhh..."

The ammunition in Song Bing's hands continued to be delivered.

I don't feel reluctant at all.

As long as it can cure diseases and save lives, what does this little medicine matter?

In the cell, the screams of the Sakura soldiers and traitors gradually calmed down with the healing of ammunition.

I don't know how long the medicine lasted, but the noise in the cell finally stopped.

The Sakura soldiers and traitors lay quietly in a pool of blood, completely at peace.

My waist doesn't hurt.

My legs don't hurt anymore.

Only a cloud of blood mist was left.

Obviously, this medicine cured the disease.

"this…"

Zhang Tiezhu and others were dumbfounded.

My mind goes blank.

Ga?

All of them?

Killed all the chickens?

Could it be that monkeys are them?

……

Several people looked at Song Bing and couldn't help feeling a chill.

I’m afraid Song Bingsha will become addicted to it.

Give them two shots too.

"Brother...Brother, you, I...killed them all?"

Zhang Tiezhu swallowed his saliva and confirmed again and again that the person in front of him was Song Bing before he mustered up the courage to step forward and ask.

"I didn't kill them. I just gave them medicine. Don't you think they are all cured?"

Song Bing blew on the smoking machine gun and left it there, along with several bags of ammunition. He said:

"Next time this kind of illness occurs, use this dosage, three times a day for each person, ten shots each time."

Zhang Tiezhu: "..."

A group of nurses: "..."

"Open the door! The medicine is ready. I want to fight him one-on-one."

Song Bing patted his slightly numb hands and continued.

Zhang Tiezhu and others were stunned again.

Several people subconsciously looked at Qingchuan Juri who was swept into a sieve.

He sat there with his legs apart.

At least I got lucky.

My mouth is so dry.

Want a one-on-one duel?

Can this be a one-on-one fight?

"well."

But a nurse reacted and rushed forward to open the door.

Song Bing straightened his white coat before entering the cage.

He stepped directly past the group of Sakura soldiers and came to the innermost one, Harukawa Juri.

"Harukawa Juri, the medicine is ready, get up! Let's have a fair duel between real men!"

Looking down at Qingchuan Shuli who was lying on the ground, Song Bing put his hands in his pockets and said seriously.

Outside the cage.

Zhang Tiezhu and others just watched.

The corners of his mouth twitched sharply.

This…

"Cough cough cough..."

However, the next second, a miracle happened. At Song Bing's call, Qingchuan Juri, who was almost beaten into a sieve, actually woke up with a cough.

This scene made Zhang Tiezhu and others outside open their eyes wide.

A look of disbelief.

No...you can survive this?

Is the blood bar so thick?

Or did he mention the famous sword Siming?

Harukawa Juri, who was gradually waking up, was also confused.

He looked at the hundreds of bloody holes on his body.

But he didn't die?

Could it be a talent that comes from his powerful supernatural powers?

But why does it hurt so much?

He endured the pain and slowly raised his head, what came into his sight was corpses lying all over the ground.

Almost everyone was like him, all swept into a sieve.

The pungent smell of blood filled the brain.

His joy at surviving the disaster instantly turned into fear.

He continued to raise his head with difficulty, and immediately saw Song Bing who had entered the iron prison and stood in front of him.

Suddenly his pupils shrank.

Qingchuan Juri didn't dare to speak anymore.

Because the guy in front of me is serious.

He really dares to take it if he has medicine.

"Do you feel refreshed? This is the benefit of the medicine. This medicine is very expensive, and I usually don't give it to others. You are lucky."

Seeing Qingchuan Juri wake up, Song Bing still smiled kindly.

He really is like a loving doctor.

But this love made Harukawa Juri's blood pressure soar and he felt particularly heavy.

"Okay, don't say thank you, just send me a banner when you have time.

Don't you want to fight me fair and square?

come on!

Since you are my guest, I will give you three moves."

Song Bing directly put on the airs of a master.

Such an open-minded attitude is not something that ordinary people can achieve.

Qingchuan Juri's face turned pale instantly. After holding it in for a long time, he squeezed out a few words, "Ba... Ga... Ya..."

"Three moves have passed! It's my turn."

Song Bing didn't care. He closed his eyes and counted to three, two, one silently. Then he took a step forward and kicked it up.

A large sinus fanned out into the air.

“Bang~Ah…”

Qingchuan Juri suddenly felt a pain in his balls and rolled his eyes on the spot.

Song Bing ignored it and continued to attack.

Giving your all is the greatest respect for your opponent.

"Bang bang bang..."

“Ahhh… madman, you madman… my father will not let you go…”

“Bang bang bang… bah… gah… ah…”

"Have mercy! Stop fighting, I give up...ah..."

……

Song Bing went all out and beat Qingchuan Juri up.

Every punch brings a disease.

Of course, when it was about to die, it was absorbed and brought back to life.

The main theme is playing shuttlecock with the King of Hell.

……

Outside the iron prison, looking at this bloody scene.

Zhang Tiezhu and others felt their scalps tingling.

No, it’s a real one-on-one fight!

What they didn't notice was that in that pool of blood, those Sakura soldiers and traitors were not dead.

They also witnessed this scene.

Her delicate body was already trembling with fear.

No one dared to stand up.

As for why they didn't die.

Of course it’s not that they are lucky.

But it was Song Bing who prevented them from dying.

Under the cover of brain power.

Everyone's life is tied to the spiritual and mental power of Song disease.

I can't die even if I want to.

Just like the Sakura soldier who wanted to commit suicide by taking poison.

It was unknown how long Song Bing had been beating Qingchuan Jurido. After letting him experience various tortures, he kicked him into a wall before stopping.

At this moment, Harukawa Juri had already been beaten beyond recognition.

It was like a piece of rotten meat, bleeding, stuck in the wall.

I just can't die.

"Still dueling?"

After wiping the blood off his body, Song Bing looked at Qingchuan Shuli hanging on the wall and asked seriously.

"No... No, I... I give up, stop fighting."

Harukawa Juri held his last breath and answered in an extremely weak voice.

"Very good, then what you just said counts, right? If you lose, I will do whatever you want to me?"

Song Bing continued to ask with a smile.

Qingchuan Juri wanted to cry but had no tears: "Forget it...forget it."

"Very good, then I will punish you by having you fight me three times a day."

Song Bing immediately told the method of treatment.

Qingchuan Juri's delicate body trembled on the wall.

Tortured by Song's illness, he suddenly became a little dazed.

Seeing that the torture was almost over, Song Bing continued to look at the group of Sakura soldiers and traitors pretending to be dead around him and laughed:

"Tiezhu, take inventory, take out the living ones, apply some medicine to the dead ones, and smash them to feed the dogs."

Zhang Tiezhu and his companions looked around with strange expressions.

Not a single one was intact.

Is there anyone still alive?

"Don't... don't shoot. I'm alive. I'm alive too."

"And I…"

"Wow...I want to go home. I don't want to be here anymore."

……

However, the moment Song Bing finished his words, the group of Sakura soldiers and traitors who were pretending to be dead immediately trembled with fear and lay down.

Zhang Tiezhu and others were confused.

They were so scared that they took a few steps back.

How come they are all alive?

play?

"Everyone here, is there anyone who wants to challenge me in a one-on-one duel?

If you have any, you can line up and come one by one."

Seeing that the torture was almost over, Song Bing continued to look at these Sakura soldiers and traitors who were pretending to be dead and smiled.

……