After hearing Deng Xiaoman's explanation, Wang Fugui understood what was going on.

Zhang Huarun stretched his neck and looked at Deng Xiaoman anxiously because he was lying on the bed and couldn't talk.

"Sister Xiaoman, please tell me quickly whether it was successful or not. I'm really anxious to death!"

Deng Xiaoman snorted coldly, rolled his eyes and said.

"Can your master be easily bullied?"

After hearing this, Zhang Huarun lay flat on the bed and let out a long sigh.

"Xiao Man, I'm still too good at it, otherwise I wouldn't have needed you to step forward."

"By the way, why is there a man following you?"

Zhang Huarun had seen Wang Fugui a long time ago, but at first he was anxious to pay attention to Deng Xiaoman's situation and did not ask about Wang Fugui's identity.

Only then did Deng Xiaoman realize that he had not introduced Wang Fugui to his young apprentice.

After all, Wang Fugui was the one responsible for this incident.

She shouted directly to Zhang Huarun.

"This is your noble brother. If it weren't for your noble brother, he would still be arrogant there today."

After saying this, she told Zhang Huarun what happened at the Xingyao Martial Arts School today again, but when she talked about the intense parts, she would inevitably add more fuel and jealousy.

At first, Zhang Huarun thought Wang Fugui was someone. After listening to Deng Xiaoman's story, he immediately became full of respect for Wang Fugui.

His eyes were shining brightly when he looked at Wang Fugui.

"Brother Gui, did you really knock Li Fei down with one punch?"

Wang Fugui nodded naturally.

"How? How did you develop your boxing power?"

"If you can knock someone down with one punch, your punching power must not exceed a thousand."

Zhang Huarun looked at Wang Fugui's face full of curiosity. At this time, he reluctantly held up an arm. Unexpectedly, because the injury was too serious, he pulled the wound again, and his face immediately showed a painful expression.

Wang Fugui looked at Zhang Huarun and walked to his side with a frown.

Without any hesitation, he pulled his arm over, put his last hand on his wrist, and began to feel his pulse.

Zhang Huarun looked at Wang Fugui's movements with confusion on his face.

"This is?"

Wang Fugui did not speak at this time, but Deng Xiaoman next to him quickly spoke.

"Stop talking, he is the miracle doctor I specially invited to treat you. I would say you are really lucky."

"Not only do you meet a master as beautiful as me, but you can also be treated by a miracle doctor. Your luck in this life is extremely high."

Zhang Huarun curled his lips when he heard Deng Xiaoman's words.

He has never seen anyone praise him so much.

But he looked at Wang Fugui again and thought, how could there be such a young miracle doctor?

Aren't the miracle doctors in TV dramas usually a short, stooped old man with a white beard?

He thought that this person should be about the same age as Deng Xiaoman. How could he be a miracle doctor? It was probably Deng Xiaoman who told lies to comfort himself.

At this time, Zhang Huarun really didn't realize how stupid his idea was.

Every time he thought of this idea in the future, he wanted to strangle himself to death.

Wang Fugui frowned and checked Zhang Huarun's pulse, then took back his hand and said to Deng Xiaoman.

"There's no need for him to be admitted to the hospital for such a minor injury!"

Zhang Huarun really didn't expect Wang Fugui to say that. He was obviously in terrible pain. Where could he go if he wasn't hospitalized?

As he spoke, he suddenly felt something. He turned his waist first, and then tried to hold up his left hand.

Deng Xiaoman next to him saw it and immediately said worriedly.

"What are you doing!"

As Deng Xiaoman spoke, he wanted to step forward and help Zhang Huarun up, but Zhang Huarun sat up directly from the bed, and the whole movement was very smooth, not at all like when they came in just now.

Zhang Huarun looked at Wang Fugui in surprise, and even widened his eyes.

"You...what exactly did you do to me? How did I recover?"

Deng Xiaoman also looked at Wang Fugui in surprise.

Wang Fugui showed a faint smile.

"I didn't do anything. I just treated you while taking my pulse."

"Actually, your injury is not very serious. I just used my internal strength to help you reshape your bones. Now you are basically back to normal. You need to go home and rest for a week before you can fully recover."

"During your rest period, except for not doing strenuous exercise, you can do whatever you want. There is no need to stay in the hospital and waste time."

After hearing what Wang Fugui said, Deng Xiaoman also looked surprised.

She obviously just saw Wang Fugui taking Zhang Huarun's pulse, how could he take the pulse and still heal the injury?

In fact, how could she understand that Wang Fugui had quickly transferred his internal energy into Zhang Huarun's body before they could see it, and then completed a series of operations to repair the bones.

In fact, when Zhang Huarun did what he did just now, he also felt some changes in his body, but he never expected that these changes were actually brought about by Wang Fugui.

"That's great. I'm going to go through the procedures now. I can't stay in this shabby hospital for a moment."

Zhang Huarun jumped up excitedly and ran out quickly after speaking to Deng Xiaoman.

Before going out, I still remember watching Wang Fugui and bowing deeply to Wang Fugui.

"Thank you so much, Brother Gui."

"I will be your fanboy from now on."

"I will do whatever you ask me to do!"

When Wang Fugui heard this, he immediately waved his hand and said.

"Haha, thank you for your support!"

"But you still have to thank your master. After all, if it weren't for your master, I wouldn't be here to treat you."

After hearing this, Deng Xiaoman looked out the window arrogantly.

She hasn't heard Zhang Huarun's words of thanks to her yet.

Zhang Huarun looked at Deng Xiaoman quickly and said.

"Thank you, Master!"

He said it so fast that Deng Xiaoman almost didn't hear it.

After saying this, Zhang Huarun thought of something else, his eyes shining brightly.

"Brother, you are so good at martial arts, can you teach me a few moves? When I fully recover, I must go find that scumbag Li Fei myself!"

Wang Fugui frowned when he heard this.

"The original intention of us learning martial arts is to strengthen our bodies and protect the weak, not to let you show off your strength and fight cruelly."

Deng Xiaoman was also staring at Zhang Huarun extremely seriously at this time.

"Wang Fugui is right. You are not good at skills. You still don't believe that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. You just think about learning from each other all day long. It doesn't matter when you can really develop your own skills!"

"Where have you remembered the martial virtues and martial virtues I've been telling you about all day?"

Zhang Huarun seems to have a different view.

"But don't usually only the strong have the right to speak?"

One sentence directly rendered Deng Xiaoman speechless.

Deng Xiaoman was so angry that he glared at him fiercely.

"You have to figure it out yourself!"

After saying that, he looked at Wang Fugui angrily and said.
Chapter completed!