Urban Medical God’s Crazy Son-in-law

Sitting in a desolate field, not to mention the presence of people around, there was not even any grass, it was all soft, dry soil.

Master Mu Zhu was still smoking, and he stared blankly at the ten people lying in front of him.

Four of them had turned into corpses.

The remaining six, although still breathing, are already beyond recognition.

Some turned into bloody men, and some almost turned into coke!

Even he himself had skin peeling off in many places all over his body, like the skin of a wall. With a gentle tear with his hands, he could tear off a large piece of skin and flesh!

He couldn't figure it out. It was obviously an effortless siege, but how could it end up in such a situation?

Even more than twenty years ago, he went to China alone and challenged the entire Chinese martial arts world.

The president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association was beaten until he vomited blood.

Even though all the Chinese masters came out, no one could beat him.

In the end, he just paid the price of one ear, but he trampled the entire Chinese martial arts under his feet!

It wasn't as embarrassing as it is today, right?

Why did the encounter with this Chinese warrior turn out to be so unsatisfactory and lead to such a dismal outcome?

Master Muzhu knew that if two people were to fight for their lives face to face, he could easily kill each other!

The worst outcome would be to get injured yourself.

But when I think about the two confrontations between the two, I was the one who suffered the loss!

The first time, he killed Mohad and Zhong Hongyi right under his nose.

He also had several needles pricked into his body, and now his buttocks is inflamed and a piece of flesh has rotted away.

This time it was even more cruel, almost risking his life here!

The ten disciples he brought were all wiped out!

Will he die in the hands of that guy the next time they meet?

When did China have such a difficult person?

In this case, don't let him leave Inca alive.

Otherwise, he will lose his face, and there will be no one in Inca who can compete with him. No one can suppress him!

The only problem now is, how do I go back?

He and his surviving disciples must go to the hospital immediately.

But this is a ghost place with no village or shop, let alone passing cars, not even a human figure!

There were three cars nearby.

Two black cars and a truck that had been burned to its frame.

The only car I could drive was stolen by that bastard.

Of the two remaining vehicles, one had overturned and was the one that crushed the apprentice to death.

The other car was stuck in a field and could have been driven away if it could be towed to the road.

But even if he manages to push the car onto the road, no one of the apprentices can drive the car anymore.

He is the only one left who can drive as a master.

But the biggest problem is that he can’t drive at all!

No matter, let’s get the car on the road first!

However, it was not difficult for him to push up from a distance of two or three meters!

He stood behind the car, and as soon as his hands touched the body of the car, he felt a heartbreaking pain!

At this moment, he had no clothes on his body, leaving only a pair of dusty boxers.

As soon as the skin comes into contact with the car body, it is as if it is stuck with glue, and a layer of skin will fall off as soon as it is pulled!

But he had no choice but to endure the severe pain and push the cart. Otherwise, let alone all the disciples, he would not survive here!

Fortunately, although the injury was serious, his inner strength was still there.

He lifted the rear bumper of the car with both hands, roared, and pushed forward hard.

But the car became dead heavy in this soft soil, and it seemed to take more effort than usual to push it!

After finally pushing the car onto the road, Master Muzhu put all the six surviving disciples into the car without taking a rest.

There were two people in the front and four sitting side by side in the back.

He temporarily put the remaining four corpses into another car.

The conditions are limited, so we can only make do with it like this for now.

Then he walked to the back of the car and pushed the car forward hard.

Unexpectedly, even after it was on the road, the car seemed heavier than when it was stuck in the field just now, and it was even harder to push.

It seemed like both rear wheels were broken, and they were motionless, as if they were being dragged on the ground.

Are the people inside so heavy?

What was even more unbearable was that his feet had no shoes.

Now it's like walking barefoot on the road and pushing a cart.

The feet that were originally only slightly injured soon became stained with blood, with blood marks appearing every step of the way!

Master Muzhu, who was in unbearable pain but had no choice but to do anything, recalled that he had never been so embarrassed and helpless in his life.

A feeling of desolation surged into my heart, and I looked up to the sky and let out a sad and angry roar:

"Chen Xin, I will find you even in heaven and on earth! Kill you!"

"Sneeze!" Chen Xin'an drove the car, rubbed her nose, and closed the window.

It was a little scary to think about escaping from death again.

Now that the old wounds have not healed and new ones have appeared, Chen Xin'an is a little indifferent.

There are too many lice and it doesn’t itch.

Anyway, the body is already like this, just cultivate it, as long as you don’t die!

The phone was still in his pocket. Diva had already charged it for him and put a new card in it.

Chen Xin'an found a clean robe from the car and put it on while driving.

Use your mobile phone to search for navigation and go to Gabon City as your next stop.

It’s not that I really want to go to the Inca Kyoto Mutan City. The main reason is that it is the closest to Gabon.

The wounds on the body must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise if they become inflamed again, it will be a big trouble!

It's almost eight o'clock in the evening.

Chen Xin'an drove into the city, took out the translation headphones and put them on.

I am used to seeing the neon lights in Chinese cities at night. After coming to Inca, even in the city, it feels a bit like a countryside.

The night scene is monotonous and boring, very backward.

Chen Xin'an drove around aimlessly on the street, looking for a pharmacy.

There was still a little change in the car, less than a thousand yuan. Chen Xin'an saw what anti-inflammatory drugs he could buy with this little money.

But soon he felt something was wrong.

There seemed to be a motorcycle next to him, following him not far away.

Chen Xin'an frowned, ignored it, and didn't increase the accelerator to leave.

Just now, have you already been exposed?

The phone is not even used yet!

How efficient were the Inca police?

Or a member of the Balosa family?

Or maybe he is a disciple of Master Muzhu?

However, Chen Xin'an knew very well that once he turned around and ran away, he would appear to be guilty of committing a crime and be more easily targeted.

The reason why the motorcycle just followed him was probably because he was unsure of his identity.

Chen Xin'an remained calm and continued to drive slowly on this street. When he saw the intersection, the motorcycle actually caught up with him and stopped next to his car.

Chen Xin'an looked at the guy in the floral shirt with a gloomy face.

The man knocked on the window glass of his car with his hand, shook his head twice, motioning to follow him, hit the gas pedal, and rode away on his motorcycle.

Chen Xin'an was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, started the car and followed.

Soon, the motorcycle stopped next to a rolling gate.

There were several people and cars nearby, all turning their heads and looking at him warily.

Someone stepped out of the car and took a bag from someone else's hand, which should contain money.

The man took the money, threw the car keys to the person who gave him the money, turned around and left.

The motorcyclist who had just led him here parked his car and came over with three or four young people.

First, they walked around Chen Xin'an's car twice, touching here and there. Someone even got directly into the car window and touched the steering wheel and center console right in front of Chen Xin'an.

After struggling like this for almost five or six minutes, the motorcyclist said to Chen Xin'an: "Friend, fifty thousand!"

What does it mean?

What fifty thousand?

I still have two bottles!

Seeing Chen Xin'an's silence, the motorcyclist's face sank, he looked at him and said, "Friend, fifty thousand is already a lot!

Take it when you see it, don't be greedy!

Take the money and keep the car.

Otherwise, you won’t get the money and you won’t be able to drive the car! "