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Hong Kong Island, Peninsula Hotel.

Yang Jiaxing sent Wang Cheng and Wang Yuanyuan to the hotel door.

"Doctor Wang Cheng, there are no rooms in the hotel, so I live nearby. If you want to use a car, this is my phone number. You can call me at any time and I will drive to pick you up."

Yang Jiaxing handed his business card to Wang Cheng and said with a little respect.

Wang Cheng glanced at Yang Jiaxing, took the business card, put it in his pocket, nodded and said, "I understand, Mr. Yang, you don't have to do this."

Yang Jiaxing hurriedly said, "No, Dr. Wang Cheng, if I had sent you here yesterday and be a tour guide for you, these things would not have happened. I know you are not afraid, but it is a trouble after all, right? So, don't refuse, you don't want any accidents in your sister, right?"

Wang Cheng nodded, remembered what happened today, frowned slightly, and said, "Okay, I'll bother you."

Yang Jiaxing breathed a sigh of relief, thought to himself that he finally took this step, smiled, and said, "No trouble."

Although Wang Cheng looks young, only seventeen or eighteen years old, he gives Yang Jiaxing and others the feeling that it is difficult to get in touch, and he looks like he is not in the air.

After confirming, Wang Cheng bid farewell to Yang Jiaxing and pulled Wang Yuanyuan into the hotel. Seeing that the little girl had not spoken, she was very quiet and asked in a low voice: "Yuanyuan, are you afraid today?"

Wang Yuanyuan looked at her brother with big eyes and said, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid if you are here, brother."

Wang Cheng paused under his feet, held the girl's hand tighter, and an inexplicable thing touched his heart. He nodded and said softly: "It's not good for brother today. I didn't protect you well. I won't do this in the future."

Wang Yuanyuan lowered her head and said, "Brother, it's useless for me, I can't help you. I will definitely practice boxing well when I go back. I can help you beat bad guys in the future, and it won't become a burden to you."

Wang Cheng smiled, hugged the little girl's head, entered the elevator, and said with a smile: "Okay, go back and practice boxing well."

The little girl twitched her chin hard: "Yes."

When they walked out of the elevator, the brother and sister had just returned to their room and knocked on the door.

Wang Cheng asked Wang Yuanyuan to go to the small living room next to watch TV and open the door by himself. From Maoyan, he saw two people standing at the door, which were Yang Wuji and Monk Wuxin.

To be precise, it was Yang Wuji who hugged Monk Wuxin's shoulder and set up Monk Wuxin.

The monk was injured and unconscious.

Wang Cheng hurriedly opened the door, and Yang Wuji immediately helped Monk Wuxin and walked in, whispering hurriedly: "Wang Cheng, can you cure your injuries? Internal injuries!"

Wang Cheng knew that this guy would be fine if he looked for him, but he couldn't refuse and nodded, "Put it on the sofa."

Yang Wuji immediately said, "Put it in the bedroom."

Wang Cheng immediately shook his head and said, "No, there is the place where Yuanyuan sleeps at night."

Yang Wuji said helplessly: "Okay, put it on the sofa, show it to him quickly. He was injured by internal energy, and he fainted after the secret energy burst on the road."

Wang Cheng helped put the fainted monk Wuxin on the sofa and said in confusion: "Why don't you send him to the hospital?"

"No, we are not familiar with the hospital here, afraid of leaking news, and the hospital cannot be cured."

Yang Wuji said without hiding it, looking at Wang Cheng: "I heard that you came to Hong Kong Island to treat people. You should be good at medical skills, right? Did you learn from Mr. Li? Let's see it for him."

Wang Cheng grabbed Monk Wuxin's wrist and injured his internal organs in secret. The injury was indeed difficult to treat. When he touched the pulse, he was slightly shocked. It was not the guy's injury, but the guy's strength. Even if he fainted due to injury, his pulse was very strong. He was indeed a martial arts practitioner, and a Shaolin disciple, and his reputation was well-deserved.

Just talking about the strength of qi and blood and body, Yang Wuji is far inferior to this monk.

"Fortunately, he is very strong."

Wang Cheng nodded and said, "The injury is not very serious, but the internal organs are slightly displaced, and the qi and blood are not smooth enough. I will get him awake after I have a few needles straightened it out."

Yang Wuji nodded and relaxed. Unexpectedly, Wang Cheng really had a solution. He said in surprise again: "Are you a disciple of Renhetang, Mr. Li?"

Wang Cheng shook his head, flipped his hand, and took out a green jade needle and said, "Old Li brought me in. He is half of my teacher, but he is not my master. My master is Changhe of Wusheng Mountain, you know."

"No, of course I know, but Taoist Master Changhe is not good at medical skills."

Yang Wuji looked at the jade needle and said curiously: "Yu Needle? What is the trick? I haven't seen it yet."

"You haven't seen many."

Wang Cheng did not explain much, and said, "Be quiet, I don't want to talk to you when I run the needle."

Suddenly, Yang Wuji's anger rose and he almost came up and punched Wang Cheng. No one of his peers dared to scold him like this. Even if his grandfather Yang Youde scolded him, he would turn around and leave.

Now he was helpless in facing Wang Cheng because he was asking the other party.

Wang Cheng looked at Yang Wuji and saw his face full of aggrieved and angry look, he laughed in his heart. He finally felt better. The jade needle in his hand had already penetrated into a large acupoint on Monk Wuxin's chest. Then he vibrated the jade needle a few times to stimulate the qi and blood. Then he immediately pulled out the jade needle and moved to the next big acupoint.

In a blink of an eye, only a few breaths were spent. The five major acupoints were pierced by Wang Cheng, which corresponded to the five internal organs. Monk Wuxin's breathing suddenly became smoother, and it gradually went longer and longer, proving that the qi and blood in his body had been straightened out and entered his normal breathing situation.

People who practice martial arts will breathe longer, and the performance of internal martial arts is particularly obvious.

Yang Wuji is a person who knows the goods and looks at Wang Cheng with admiration at the moment. The internal injuries of his internal organs are the most difficult to treat. He guessed that Wang Cheng could suppress Monk Wuxin's injuries and he would quickly take them back to the mainland to seek treatment from his acquaintance tomorrow.

The hidden force hurts the internal organs and is difficult to cure quickly. It basically takes one or two months to recover.

Unexpectedly, Wang Cheng treated him in a blink of an eye, and he didn't even use medicine, just an injection.

The whole process was under the testimony of Yang Wuji. This guy was also a clear person. He gave Wang Cheng a thumbs up and said, "Awesome, your acupuncture is the most powerful I have ever seen. No wonder someone asked you to come to Hong Kong for treatment."

"Do you know how much I charge for treatment?"

Wang Cheng took the pulse of Monk Wuxin again and asked indifferently.

Yang Wuji's body was shocked. He knew that with his friendship with Wang Cheng every time, Wang Cheng would never help for free, and he would not even know that if he had the chance to get a breath, he knew that Wang Cheng would never give up.

"How many?"

Yang Wuji was thinking about how much money he had left. He would not ask for help even if he could give it to him.

"I will say directly, you must say that I will cheat you. Call Tang Lele, you should have her contact information and ask her, how is the fee for treatment in Jiangzhou? I am treating her grandfather. You probably believe her more if she says she is."

Wang Cheng said calmly, and his palms massaged the internal organs between Monk Wuxin's internal organs a few times, and gently patted it on his chest.

Bang, a slight sound!

Cough cough cough...

Monk Wuxin immediately coughed, and Wang Cheng hurriedly picked up a towel from the coffee table next to him and handed it to the monk. The monk immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, spitting it onto the towel, and his eyes opened. The moment he opened it, the light flashed, and then it dimmed, and his muscles were tight. Then he saw the environment clearly and relaxed.

"I'm back?"

Monk Wuxin asked in confusion, looking at Wang Cheng.

Wang Cheng nodded and said, "Well, you are injured. Yang Wuji sent you back. I've cured you just now."

Monk Wuxin sat up quickly and took a few breaths. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and is also a person who knows the importance of his injury. He also knows how powerful the doctor who treated him so quickly was. He looked at Wang Cheng with gratitude and admiration and said, "Thank you for treating me."

Wang Cheng looked at Yang Wuji who had been calling from the balcony and walked over with a strange expression, and smiled at the monk, "Don't thank you first, I'm very expensive to treat, so let's talk about the medical expenses."

Monk Wuxin was stunned: "Ah... the medical fee?"

Wang Cheng shrugged and said relaxedly: "Then do you think? I will treat people for free? I am not a charitable person. I do good deeds without leaving a name. Ask Yang Wuji, he should know how I charge for treating people in Jiangzhou."

Monk Wuxin looked at Yang Wuji cutely.

Yang Wuji squeezed an ugly smile to Wang Cheng for the first time and said, "Wang Cheng, we are also fellow villagers, all from Jiangzhou. Moreover, the monk invited you brothers and sisters to have a meal in the evening. Your medical fee..."

"Yang Wuji, you bully me every time, so even if we are fellow villagers, we don't have much friendship, so don't talk about this. As for the monk who invites me and Yuanyuan to dinner, I will pay it back in the future. It's different from this medical fee... Let's talk about medical fee now... whether to swipe a card or cash, or transfer money..."

Wang Cheng waved his hand and stopped Yang Wuji's words and started asking for the medical fee directly.

Monk Wuxin is relatively simple and thinks that it is natural to pay for medical treatment. Moreover, he also thinks how much does it cost to treat a medical treatment? He used to take a few dozen or hundreds of dollars for a blow and injury. Even if Wang Cheng is superb in medical skills, he can't get much more, so he asked, "Then give it cash, how much does it cost?"

Yang Wuji looked strange, pulled the monk for a moment, and whispered: "You have no money."

Monk Wuxin said in confusion: "I still have more than a thousand dollars in my room."

"not enough."

"Ah, how much does that cost!"

"One Thousand Three Millions!"

"One thousand three? It's a little bit. Then you lend me a little bit and I'll pay it back to you in the future."

"It's one thousand three million, bald donkey!"

Bang!

Monk Wuxin fell off the sofa, stared at Yang Wuji with wide eyes, then looked at Wang Cheng, opened his mouth and asked, "One Thousand Three Million?"

Wang Cheng smiled, nodded, and said, "Yang Wuji called Jiangzhou and asked, "Tao Su Wu Lie, Master, are you cash or swiping your card? Or transferring money?"

Monk Wuxin looked at Yang Wuji and asked if Yang Wuji was real. Yang Wuji nodded with a dark face, and the monk immediately widened his eyes again. It was really 13 million?

Wuxin looked at Wang Cheng and thought to himself that the doctor was so dark.

"Wang Cheng, can you give this money again in the future? I owe it today?"

Yang Wuji said helplessly, as long as they can get out of here today, they will leave Hong Kong Island early tomorrow morning, and there will be almost no chance of meeting Wang Cheng in the future, and the medical fee will be gone.

Monk Wuxin's face was full of innocent and pitifulness, and his hands were folded together.

Wang Cheng was unmoved. He knew that these two guys were pretending and shook his head and said, "Of course not. Delivery of the goods with one hand and pay the money with the other hand. It is over. If you don't give the money, you want to leave? Then I will go back and ask Mr. Yang for it."

Yang Wuji's face suddenly turned dark and he said in a deep voice: "Don't ask the old guy for it."

"What do you think you should do?"

Wang Cheng also asked innocently that he is now a creditor.
To be continued...