Wang Aimin said in surprise: "Little brother, do you know Marcus? It's amazing, that's a big star."

Ye Bufan shook his head: "I don't know him, I just want to talk to him about something."

"Oh!" Wang Aimin said, "Today is indeed his play, but I haven't seen anyone yet, and I haven't seen so many people waiting here."

Ye Bufan smiled: "It seems that not only Chinese stars are playing big names, but also those here."

Wang Aiguo smiled and said, "Actually, they are not much different. I have been in this industry for so many years and have done it at home and abroad. In fact, there are all the stars in various places, some are very approachable, while others are obviously not very good, and they have to be arrogant like 2,500,000 or 80,000."

"Patriotic, you should be careful today." Wang Aimin seemed to have thought of something and said with a serious expression, "Marcus, who is playing against you today, must protect himself and not be hurt."

Wang Aiguo waved his hand: "Don't worry, cousin, it's not the first day I'm doing this business. Besides, our subordinates have some skills so they won't be hurt by him."

Ye Bufan asked in confusion: "Brother, is there anything special about this Marcus?"

"Special, very special." Wang Aimin said, "Marcus is different from other kung fu stars. He does have real materials and is very skilled.

Moreover, this guy never holds his hands back when filming. I don’t work with him much, but every time I see him hurting people, breaking his arms and legs.

And this guy seems to be prejudiced against the Oriental people, and we are the most injured Chinese."

"Is this kind of thing actually there?"

Ye Bufan frowned. If this happens, his spokesperson seems to have to rethink it.

But he won't follow the crowd. He will talk about it after seeing it after seeing it.

"Brother, do you smoke?"

Wang Aiguo said as he stood up and took out a box of cigarettes from the pocket of the clothes hanging next to him. He was not tall and limped when he walked.

"I don't smoke." Ye Bufan waved his hand and then asked, "Brother, why did you hurt your leg?"

Wang Aiguo lit a cigarette and took a sip, "You said my leg is not injured when I was in our business. When I was a substitute two years ago, I fell down from the upstairs, and this leg was like this."

Ye Bufan said: "Have you gone to the hospital for good treatment?"

"Go to the hospital? What a joke?"

Wang Aiguo shook his head, "Little brother, you don't know how expensive the medical expenses here are. I don't have medical insurance. If I go to the hospital for treatment, I will have to do it for several years.

What else can the children at home take to go to school, and what else can they take to get married in the future?

So I didn't go to the hospital at that time, so I just picked up the bones myself and kept them for two months, leaving a small problem of lame leg.

But this is nothing. You will see that I will come on stage later. I am still alive and has no impact."

He spoke very easily, and even had a smile on his face, but Ye Bufan felt a little sad when he heard it.

As a doctor, he knows the other party's injuries best. If he doesn't lame when he is on the court, he has to endure great pain. This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

The man in front of him was able to chat and laugh, which shows that he was really a tough guy.

He decided to help the man in front of him and said, "Brother, I can show you your feet."

"Really? Is it a little brother or a doctor?" Wang Aiguo was a little surprised, and then shook his head, "Little brother, you have received your mood, but I can't cure my old injuries."

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "If you can trust me, please let me show you it. It will definitely not disappoint you."

"Okay, then please show it to me."

Wang Aiguo said as he sat on the bench, lifted his left leg up and sent it to Ye Bufan.

From a rational point of view, he didn't think anyone could cure his old injuries, but his intuition told him that this young man is worthy of trust.

Ye Bufan's spiritual sense had already seen the other party's injuries clearly. As a martial arts practitioner, the other party still had some basic foundation for bone collection, and the bones with broken legs had basically been reconnected.

However, the tendons and soft tissues next to them were not well treated, and they have been in a state of fatigue over the years, so they have a lame problem.

He put his hands on the injured leg: "Brother, if you hold it down, it may hurt a little."

Wang Aiguo said indifferently: "It's okay, this little pain is nothing."

Ye Bufan didn't say anything anymore. He pressed his legs with both hands and gently pushed them down. The powerful chaotic true energy instantly resetted the dislocated meridians.

Since this is an old injury, the pain caused by the reduction of meridians is very great, but Wang Aiguo is really a tough guy, just frowned and didn't even make any sound.

Ye Bufan nodded secretly. This toughness is definitely worthy of his admiration. Then he flicked his hands and ten fingers in succession, and massaged his injured legs constantly. The chaotic true energy opened up the blocked meridians one by one.

"Okay." In just two or three minutes, Ye Bufan completely cured the injured leg. "Brother, you can stand up and try now."

"Little brother, you really have some skills."

In addition to feeling the pain at the beginning, Wang Aiguo felt unprecedented comfort on his leg.

He tried to stand up from the bench, and the discomfort and pain that had originally come out of his legs had disappeared, replaced by the long-lost strength and comfort.

A look of surprise appeared on Wang Jianguo's face. He jumped twice first, then did two consecutive kicks. His legs were full of wind, and there was no discomfort at the injured leg.

"Little brother, you are so amazing. Thank you, thank you so much."

Feeling that his leg injury had been completely healed, he was overjoyed and bowed deeply to Ye Bufan.

Wang Aimin didn't expect that the young man had actually cured his cousin and hurriedly took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket: "Little brother, this is a medical fee, don't think it's too little."

"Brother, we are all fellow villagers. Meeting is fate. What else can we talk about when we meet? Besides, I just started to do it, and there is no cost, so I will forget about the money."

"Okay, thank you so much!"

The two brothers bowed again.

At this moment, there was a commotion at the door of the set, and a tall middle-aged man walked in. It was the Hollywood Kung Fu King Marcus, who was followed by a beautiful female assistant and two tall bodyguards.

As soon as he appeared, the director and several staff members immediately welcomed him enthusiastically. Big brands are big names, and they are the same wherever they go. No one pursued him why he was late. On the contrary, he was very pleased.

Marcus said proudly, "Okay, let's start, my time is precious."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

In fact, everyone else on the set was ready, and the only thing waiting was Marcus, who immediately started filming when he arrived.

"Little brother, aren't you going to find him? This person is Marcus."

Ye Bufan smiled and said, "I'm not in a hurry, I'll talk about it after you finish the filming later."

"Okay, you're watching, we're busy in the past."
Chapter completed!