A black doctor from a certain American comic

After gaining another 1 experience point, Murphy lay on the ground with a smile on his face, feeling that the punch he received on the face was not in vain.

Mindy's punch was not very merciful, and Murphy's face turned blue.

Speaking of which, Murphy also felt heartbroken. Although Mingdi was usually gentle and cute to Murphy, almost obedient, but when training, she immediately transformed into a strict teacher and was ruthless. She could be ruthless!

It's just that Ming Di didn't really want Murphy to die. After all, he was his dearest brother and couldn't make him grow up as quickly as possible by squeezing his vitality.

The reason why Mingdi did this was because of a potion jointly developed by Murphy's parents and her master. No matter what the injury, it can make people recover as quickly as possible without damaging the person's essence.

Even though Murphy was beaten badly by her punches, he could recover quickly after applying some potion.

Then he was ravaged by her.

This was how she looked when she was training in the past.

The potion is very precious, and there are not many in stock, but it is worth it no matter how expensive it is to use on my brother.

"Brother, get up and continue!" Mindy's little face tightened and she was stern. She was afraid that she was not serious enough and would cause Murphy to laugh too. That would be a ghost!

"Okay, okay, get up."

Murphy was like a carp and didn't get up...

He overestimated his physical strength.

After a moment of silence, Murphy turned over and got up on his own.

How embarrassing!

continue!

It has to be said that the experience points gained from practicing boxing are not easy to come by. You have to fight Mindy for at least ten or twenty minutes to get 1 experience point.

Unlike his medical experience points, as long as he treats one person, he can almost get 1 experience point.

"No, Mindy, I can't!"

Murphy fell to the ground and lay there, weakly shaking his hand at Mindy who wanted to continue. He really couldn't do it anymore.

Sweating profusely, as if he had been fished out of water, and exhausted, Murphy thought of nothing but his cute little bed.

"Okay." Mindy smiled helplessly. In fact, Mo Fei is far from reaching his limit. There is still a lot of potential to be tapped. If he persists and breaks through the limit, Mo Fei will grow faster, but who is Mo Fei? You don’t have that kind of perseverance!

However, Mindy is very satisfied with Murphy's progress. The training time is still short, but Murphy's progress is visible to her naked eyes. The progress is rapid, faster than her before, but it has not yet reached the point where she was trained. of suffering.

This made Mindy have to wonder, in fact, Murphy is the kind of super genius in the legend, right?

Ordinary people don’t understand the world of cheating.

"Speaking of which, brother, you have made such rapid progress, and the Xingyiquan Boxing Book has contributed a lot. It is very suitable for practicing moves, routines, and laying the foundation."

Ming Di began to apply medicine to Murphy to reduce the swelling and pain. In just one night, Murphy was able to resurrect in place.

"Hmph." Mo Fei grunted comfortably and did not reply, but he understood in his heart, silly sister, do you think that is really the result of the Xingyiquan manual?

It’s all because of my brother’s fault!

"I checked a lot of information about Xingyi Quan, and there is not a very famous Xingyi master named Mo Youqian among them. On the contrary, there are many Xingyi liars named Mo Youqian."

"Maybe it's some hermit master who doesn't care about fame and fortune!" Murphy said.

"Yes." Mindy thought for a while. She knew that there were many hermits like Tao Yuanming in ancient China: "But why did this thing fall off that old beggar?"

"Maybe it's his unworthy descendant, or maybe he picked it up..."

……

The next day.

The rising sun is shining brightly, and the dazzling golden sunlight shines on the world, covering the world of New York with a brilliant golden coat.

Chinatown, a small house not far from Mo's Medical Center.

A girl in pajamas walked out of the bedroom, her eyes bleary, it was almost noon.

There is no way, people in her profession are almost all night owls.

The girl is a very good beauty, with long pale golden shawl hair, well-defined edges and corners, a high bridge of nose, green gem-like eyes, healthy wheat-colored skin, and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, full of heroic spirit.

When Daisy came out of the bedroom and came to the living room, her pupils suddenly shrank.

A man covered in blood passed out in the living room of her house.

It was a middle-aged black-haired man wearing a large black trench coat with his hair slicked back. He was tall but not handsome and had an ordinary appearance.

He wrapped gauze around his chest, but there were spreading blood stains, including at least seven or eight bullets.

One of the wounds was very close to the heart.

"Oh my God, I, Daisy, have been law-abiding since I was a child. I have never scolded anyone or had a fight. When I was in kindergarten, I was still a little red flower. How did I encounter such a bad thing?"

However, Daisy did not scream in fear like those big-breasted and brainless women. Instead, she cautiously opened the door and checked whether there were any blood stains outside her house.

Fortunately, this man was very cautious and did not leave any blood stains that could be traced.

If the blood really dripped all the way to her, then she would have no choice but to throw the man out the door and run away quickly.

Don't blame her for being cruel, but this is a matter of life and death.

Helping others is a matter of affection, not helping others is a duty.

Who is willing to risk his or her life to help a stranger?

Then Daisy respects him as a man!

Heaving a sigh of relief, Daisy went to explore the man's breath again.

Not dead yet.

"But what to do with him?"

If Daisy is in trouble and calls the police directly, she has a criminal record and cannot be exposed. If she leaves him here to die, how will she dispose of the body?

Maybe someone else saw it accidentally and thought she was the one who killed...

A black pot was placed firmly on her head.

"And I don't know if this person is a good person or a bad person."

Daisy reached out and rummaged through the man's body and found the ID.

"Frank Custer, CIA agent..."