"Okay, let's take a test of you and see what skills are available to the Medical Saints, whether they are not worthy of their reputation and seek fame."

At this time, a curly young man took the lead in attacking Wang Dachun.

Wang Dachun smiled, "Whether you are seeking fame is not the final decision, but the people have the final decision!"

He sneered in his heart. This man was here to find fault at first glance, and it was hard to say whether he was a reporter or not.

The curly reporter sneered: "That depends on whether you have the ability to afford the title of Medical Saint!"

Ni Bin said dissatisfiedly: "Which reporter are you? Whether Mr. Wang Dachun can be a medical saint is not something you, an outsider, can decide!"

The curly young man choked and paused, and said, "As a medical saint, you should have some special means, otherwise how can it be convincing?"

Wang Dachun didn't speak, and was quietly waiting for the following text. He knew that this person would make things difficult for him.

He just wants him to make things difficult for him, so that he can show his own methods to shock the little ones.

The Curly Hair reporter really spoke, "You said you are the saint of medicine, then you must be able to see my physical problems, right?"

Wang Dachun nodded, "Come near."

The curly reporter was stunned, "What are you doing?"

Wang Dachun smiled and said, "Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking and touching. If you don't get closer, what do I think."

The curly young man came over and sneered in his heart. He didn't believe that Wang Dachun could see anything wrong.

Because he has nothing to do with his health at all, he is very healthy, and even if he goes to the hospital for examination, he will not be able to find any problems.

He wanted to see how Wang Dachun, the medical saint, diagnosed it.

The curly young man looked at Wang Dachun with a smile, "How about the medical saint? Do you know what my problem is?"

Other reporters were also watching the fun, and they wanted to see what the Medical Saint could do.

Wang Dachun said lightly: "Of course, if I can't even see this problem, wouldn't I have ruined the word "Sage of Medicine"?"

The curly young man laughed, "Boy, you can really pretend. I just went to the hospital for a physical examination the day before yesterday. All the indicators are normal. You actually said I was sick. This is too fake!"

Wang Dachun nodded, "You are really sick and have stomach problems. You will have diarrhea at any time. I suggest you go to the bathroom quickly to avoid making a fool of yourself!"

The curly reporter bent over and said, "Look, this is the so-called medical saint. It's simply a sarcastic word and a train full of words. How can such a person be a medical saint? It's a big deal!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, the reporters on the scene burst into laughter, and seeing Wang Dachun was like watching a joke.

Medical Saint? I think it’s almost the same for laughing Saint.

Ni Bin and others looked ugly, but they didn't expect such an embarrassing thing to happen, which was embarrassing.

Wang Dachun was embarrassed, which was equivalent to losing their face.

At this time, the curly reporter became even more proud, looking at Wang Dachun with a sarcastic look on his face and said sarcastically: "You said I want to have diarrhea, but I won't get tired, and I won't get tired for a day today, I'll piss you off to death!"

As soon as the curly young man finished speaking, his stomach suddenly "gurgled" and his face changed because a strong sense of defecation came.

This feeling of sensation is unprecedented!

It seemed like there were ten thousand grass mud horses running through his stomach and intestines, constantly striking his sphincter muscles.

It seemed as if saying, "I want to come out! Let me out!"

Curly young man: Sprocket, hold on to me! Be sure to hold on!

Sphincter: I really can't stand it anymore, there are ten thousand grass mud horses in front of me!

Curly young man: Then I have to hold on, otherwise I will blow you up every day in the future!

Sphincter: "…"

God is so angry that I explodes me every day!

Come on! Let's hurt each other!

Let’s see who was injured in the end?

Wang Dachun looked at the curly young man's face changing constantly, and even the sweat on his forehead was falling. He couldn't help but smile and said, "I said you have a stomach problem, so why don't you go to the bathroom quickly. If you stay there, you will be ugly!"

"Hmph, nonsense, how could I have stomach problems? I'm so well!"

The curly young man was so blushed that his face turned red, but he pretended to be calm and kept twisting his body.

But he firmly believed that he could hold it in, and he hadn't been able to hold it in before.

But this time it seemed a little different. The sphincter issued a final warning: Master, there are another 10,000 grass mud horses, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to open the gate and discharge the flood!

Curly young man: You can hold on for me again, I will find the bathroom now!

Sphincter: It's too late! It's too late to say anything now!

puff!

With a loud bang, the curly young man jumped up more than a foot high by the powerful recoil.

Then a foul stinking came, and the curly haired reporter's body suddenly collapsed straight, and the richer the expression on his face was.

He knew that he was famous now, so many reporters were broadcasting live!

"I'm damn..."

Everyone was almost fainted, and they hurriedly dodged backwards as if they were hiding from the plague gods.

Wang Dachun looked at the curly hair reporter with a smile, "I have reminded you that you have a stomach problem and you want to go to the bathroom. You don't believe it. You're going to be a fool now!"

Before, he quietly blasted a wizard true energy into the curly hair reporter's body.

Wang Dachun is never rude to the enemy. Sometimes the saints will use some means to punish the sluts, the saints inside and the kings outside, and the saints cultivate their minds, and the kings are the means.

If a saint does not have the means of a king, he cannot be considered a true saint.

"You, you..."

The curly reporter was angry and disgraced, and even fainted.

Wang Dachun stepped forward and pinched the curly young man twice. When the curly young man woke up, he saw Wang Dachun's smile-like expression, and was so angry that he sucked over again.

In this case, it is definitely better to fall into a coma than to wake up.

He really can't afford to lose that man!

This guy must have woken up on purpose.

Soon, the curly reporter was carried down.

After this trouble, this guy will definitely lose his job and will completely become a laughing stock in the circle in the future.

Now everyone's eyes changed a little when they looked at Wang Dachun again, and they became cautious.

The Curly Hair reporter is fine, how could he suddenly have diarrhea? This matter is definitely related to this Medical Saint.

This guy seems to have two brushes.

It seems that no one should offend a saint, especially a medical saint.

At this time, a beautiful girl stood up and asked, "Mr. Medical Saint, I am Lin Piaopiao, the reporter of Entertainment Media. We really didn't expect you to be so young. So how did you reach Medical Saint in such a short time?"

Everyone nodded, this was the question that everyone wanted to ask the most.

Wang Dachun didn't expect that there was such a beautiful reporter in the reporter group, who was not much inferior to Shen Yuting, so he couldn't help but ask with a smile:

"How did Miss Lin Piaopiao come out and fall so much like a flower in such a short time!"
Chapter completed!