Zhulong smiled and watched Duanmu Yawang walk over.

Qing Ming's face was cold. After taking a look at Duanmu Yawang, he looked away. He acted very directly. He really didn't like Duanmu Yawang extremely.

Duanmuya looked like he hadn't seen it, and smiled at Zhulonghui.

"Master Zhulong, congratulations on winning."

"thanks."

Zhulong's lips cast a smile at Qing Ming and said, "Miss Duanmu, although you are fighting with my eldest brother, I will still wish you a victory by then."

He said so, is he magnanimous or does not put her in his eyes?

Duanmu Yawang's eyelids moved, and Chao Qingming looked over and saw that he had no reaction to Zhulong's words.

Therefore, it is obviously the latter, and people don't take her seriously.

Duanmu Yawang felt like she didn't know, she folded her hands and smiled and said, "I hope you will honor your words."

Before Zhulong had spoken, Qing Ming sneered first.

"Brother, don't want to be like this." Zhulong stretched out his hand and patted Qing Ming's shoulder with a good temper, and said helplessly: "Miss Duanmu and us are friends, anyway, let's give some face?"

Qing Ming gave him a meaningful glance, did not speak, and did not know whether he agreed or not.

The battle on the stage has not started, and the other side is very noisy.

Because, the healer shook his head after he pulsed, and said: "The seven holes are bleeding, the qi is lost, the oil is exhausted, the lamp is dry, and it can't be saved."

Everyone suddenly turned out a burst of exclamation, and said in amazement: "Isn't it saved? I'm not too old. I'm all in this street now. I can't force myself to come back next year. It's gone now. Pity."

"People don't love yourself, what are you pity for others?" Someone snorted and said disdainfully: "It's obvious that you don't hurt too much when you look at it. Losing once is a big deal. For such a short-spirited person, How long you live, it is impossible to win in such a fight!"

Some people agreed with this statement, and some did not agree with it, and there was a lot of discussion.

Suddenly, at this time, Zhulong squinted his eyes and asked Duanmu Yawang: "Miss Duanmu, I heard that your medical skills are extremely high, and that gentleman is so confused. I wonder if you can save it?"

As soon as these words came out, even Qing Ming turned his head and stared at her.

Duanmuya looked at her eyes, but before she could speak, Zhulong sneered again and said three words: "She dare not."

These three words are worth pondering.

Duan Muya smiled, "Mr. Qingming seems to know me well?"

"You and I are unfamiliar, so I don't understand it." Qing Ming said coldly: "But, don't you always like to be popular? If you really have such a skill, you would have gone to treat people a long time ago. You are wasting your time here now. Talking to my fourth brother, just because he didn't dare to make a move."

After finishing speaking, before Duanmu Yawang could speak, he added another sentence: "It is said that there is a bodhisattva heart for the parents of the healer. It seems that this sentence does not apply to Miss Duanmu."

"It does not apply to me."

Duanmu Yawang replied indifferently, looking at Qing Ming and said: "I don't have the heart of Mr. Qing Ming Bodhisattva."

I don't know where Qing Ming was hit by this, and his face turned blue in an instant.

Duanmu looked at it and added another sentence: "Bodhisattva-hearted Mr. Qingming, that gentleman bleeds from seven holes because of the fight with Mr. Zhulong. Are you sure you can't come to condolences?"

As soon as these words came out, both Zhulong and Qingming's expressions sank.

Duanmu Ya looked at her lips and smiled slightly, as if she hadn't seen it, she said: "If something like this happens right now, it is estimated that the next fight will be delayed for a while, Mr. Qing Ming, we will see you on stage."

After that, he nodded to the two of them, then turned and left.

Yin Huiyin of the medical system spoke at this time: "Xiao Yawang, do you suspect that the man would bleed through seven holes? Is it because Zhulong was inflicting a dead hand on the person when he was fighting with them?"

"It's not a doubt, I'm sure."

I thought the time was strange before, but now after a conversation with the two Zhulong brothers, it is already accurate.

Yin Huiyin bared his teeth, and his voice was a little heavy: "That person obviously has nothing to do with them, but they just casually put down this heavy hand, killing people, and be really cruel."

Duanmuya looked calmly and did not comment.

Yin Huiyin stared at her and asked, "Xiao Yawang, if you make the move, can you save it?"

Duanmu Yawang shook his head: "I haven't seen the situation, I don't know." After that, he asked him: "Do you think I should go to see the patient?"

"No."

Yin Huiyin's voice was flat, "You are not the savior of the world, so what is it that you do everything, and always wading in the muddy water? Besides, there are some illnesses, even if you have seen them in the past, you may not be able to save them."

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang's answer actually agreed with Yin Huiyin's view.

Bleeding from seven holes is actually not incurable.

It's just that this person's illness is not that simple.

It was obvious that he had not been seriously injured but bleeds from seven holes. After the seven holes bleed, he would run out of oil without giving people a chance. Obviously, it was not the right way.

Someone killed him.

This kind of dead hand is tricky and hard to save.

If you want to save, you are really robbing Yan Wangye! After all, trying to sort out the patient's illness is not an easy task to save.

Because the fight was postponed, Ye Nong walked off the stage, his eyes were bright and he took Duanmu Yawang's hand in excitement, and said excitedly: "In other words, the doctor announced that people can't be saved, and the lamp is dead."

Duanmuya looked at the skin and smiled but didn't smile: "...People are dying, are you so happy?"

Ye Nongying shrugged without guilt, "I was not hurt, and it has nothing to do with me. It is very unlikely that you want me to be sad. I am just a watcher."

"..." Really frank.

Of course, Duanmu Yawang also understands her, "Let's talk about it, why are you happy?"

Ye Nongying smiled, and eagerly said: "The so-called knowing oneself and the other can win all battles. You are really not curious, how did that person get hurt by the dragon?"

Duanmu Yawang's face was calm, and she squinted at her: "You want me to take a trip to the muddy water?"

"right."

Ye Nongying said straightforwardly: "However, I don’t think it’s muddy water or muddy water. You just think it’s for yourself. Anyway, you don’t have to fight on stage for a while. You still have some time. You are bored while saving. Time chant."

Duanmuya looked unmoved: "I'm not bored."

"..."

Ye Nongying disappeared in an instant. Seeing those people put the patients on the bench and move the people away, she anxiously said: "Don't do this, just take it for yourself and get to know your opponents? You are not very fond of Zhulong. If you are interested, learn more. The advantages outweigh the disadvantages. Moreover, no one has stipulated that you must rescue people back. Just look at the situation and have a look. Whether you save it or not is your own business."

Duanmuya stayed silent.

At this time, there was a gong beating from the station, so that the fighters who had been delayed and did not fight on time came back to the stage and went up to fight.

Ye Nongying was about to come on stage by herself, and she was immediately anxious, with a pitiful expression on her face, begging: "Go, when I beg you, go..."

Duanmuya twitched at the corner of her mouth, and her goose bumps all fell off.

Seeing Duanmu Yawang like this, Ye Nongying suddenly stared: "I'm like this, don't you give me a reaction?"

"..." Duanmu Yawang squeezed her eyebrows, and said not to the face: "You are all like this, I don't want to be stunned, what do you want me to do to you?"

Everyone was on stage, and Ye Nongying couldn't linger for too long. He gritted his teeth and said, "So, in a word, are you going or not?"

"go."

Duanmu Yawang was very helpless. Ye Nongying is like this. If she doesn't go, Ye Nongying can show her good looks.

"Count you acquaintance." Ye Nongying snorted and reminded her: "It's hard to walk with people. If you don't want to wade in the muddy water, you can go to the toilet and sneak out from where people are onlookers. Cut people off and have a look."

"This is an idea."

Duanmu Yawang nodded, and said angrily: "Are you sure you can't go up yet? Everyone is waiting for you."

"I'm leaving."

Ye Nongying hurriedly left, and did not forget to turn around and say, "You promised me, you can't go back, hurry up."

"understood."

Duanmu Yawang was helpless, she glanced at the direction those people were carrying, then glanced at the direction of going to the toilet, and walked over.