After making arrangements for Li Kuiyong, the living King of Hell, the doctor on duty freed up his hand and said to the group of quails with a smile:

"Hey, who is you guys sick?"

The men and women looked at Li Kuiyong timidly and did not dare to speak.

Li Kuiyong said lazily:

"Come here to see the doctor, my ears were blocked by the donkey's hair. Didn't you hear the doctor talking?"

Everyone dared not speak out, lined up and moved out of the corner silently, and helped a handsome male soldier who looked like a handsome man to the doctor. Li Kuiyong frowned.

He remembered it very clearly that this kid was not beaten!

At that time, Li Kui Yongli was still three meters away, so he lay down "stick" by himself, without any intention of resisting...

"Doctor, he sprained his waist while practicing last night. Please show it!"

A female soldier said timidly.

The doctor had not answered yet, and Li Kuiyong sneered:

"I've practiced some skills in the middle of the night, right? I've practiced on the bed? I immediately said that I'm crazy. I've been here and I'm still trying to get careless with the doctor, so I'm not afraid of delaying it?"

The female soldier blushed and she didn't dare to argue.

The handsome man snorted proudly, squinted his eyes and ignored him, as if he was talking to Li Kuiyong very much.

The doctor asked the handsome man to lie on the hospital bed, lifted up his clothes, started from his shoulder blades, and walked down the spine. The handsome man suddenly screamed:

"Oh, it hurts so much! Ah... Help!"

The men and women all started to clamor, and the doctor frowned and said:

"There is nothing wrong with the lumbar spine, it's just that muscle is being strained. Young man, doesn't it hurt like this? The little kid's appendix was almost pierced, and he still gritted his teeth and said nothing. Why are you so old, why don't you get hurt at all?"

The handsome man blushed and stopped talking.

The doctor observed for a while, pulled down his clothes and said:

"Nothing is a big deal. I'll prescribe some plaster. Don't do heavy work these days. Stay on your tumbling and rest more. It'll be fine after ten days and half a month!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the handsome man was shocked:

"No, no, no, I can't wait. Doctor, you have to cure me tonight!"

The doctor said unhappy:

"I can't do this. I'm not a god. Just breathe a sigh of relief?"

The tall male soldier who tried to slap Li Kuiyong in the face before came forward. His face was full of arrogance and he looked at the doctor sideways:

"Old man, you'd better cure Xiao Xiaoyun tonight, otherwise it would delay the performance of "The Red Detachment of Women" tomorrow and no one can afford it. Then don't say we'll find the dean!"

The doctor was so angry that he slapped the teapot and said angrily:

"You'd better go and find the dean now and let him cure it for one night!"

Li Kuiyong said sinisterly:

"Grandson, treat the disease as soon as you treat it. If you are not sick, come to your uncle to practice. You are not clean inside your mouth. Don't blame me for being merciless and falling into your dog's teeth!"

The tall man's face turned pale and he retreated with his neck shrinking.

At this time, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded in the yard, and a middle-aged officer hurriedly broke into the door with three female soldiers.

When the officer walked in, he saw that the doctor on duty looked unpredictable. The men and women all looked embarrassed. They immediately guessed a rough idea. He saluted the doctor first before asking:

"Doctor, how is the situation?"

The doctor said lightly:

"It didn't hurt the spine, but it hurts the muscles. If you apply plaster, you will need to rest for half a month."

The officer raised his eyebrows and said a little anxious:

"Doctor, is there any way for him to persist in completing tomorrow's performance?"

You see, this is the art of language.

The purpose of the officer is the same as the tall man, but to change the statement, not only is it not that aggressive, but also after changing the "cured" to "persistence to complete", he also gave the doctor on duty a step. This person has such a high EQ!

Li Kuiyong felt that the officer looked very familiar and must have seen him somewhere, but he couldn't name him. This feeling was very bad, so he tilted his head to keep paying attention.

The doctor sighed:

"This is not something I can think of or not. The injury has not been severe enough to affect exercise, but it is more painful. But the child's pain resistance is too poor, and he can't help it. This is born, there is no way. You are dancing. If you are closed, it can relieve the pain, but the muscles are not easy to control, and the dance movements will definitely deform..."

The officer looked at the handsome man Xiao Xiaoyun with a grudge. The latter blushed and lowered his head. He felt very wronged. Didn’t the doctor say that?

This is born!

At this time, the tall man came out to make trouble again, pointed at Li Kuiyong and said:

"Political Commissar Ning, Xiao Xiaoyun's injury was not that serious, but this kid kicked him a few more times. Xiao Xiaoyun's injury was even more injured, so he couldn't hold on!"

Li Kuiyong narrowed his eyes, but did not mean to explain.

Political Commissar Ning glanced at Li Kuiyong, who was sitting cross-legged, and his sharp eyes swept across the men and women one by one. Finally, he stayed on the dagger inserted on the table, staring at the tall man coldly, and said in a deep voice:

"Why, you have a conflict with other patients' families?"

The tall man lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.

The doctor on duty now had a much better impression of Li Kuiyong than the bastards who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and bullied others by their power, so he fanned the flames:

"Political Commissar Ning, right? Your art troupe is so powerful. You don't say anything as soon as you rushed in, and you'll hammer the door as if you were raiding your house. Of course, I understand this feeling. But this little brother was holding a seven-year-old child. He saw that the appendicitis was about to be pierced and his life was in danger, but they insisted that I show this Xiao Xiaoyun first. The tall soldier wanted to slap the little brother in the face, but he encountered a tough problem. He was alone and let them go in every move..."

This narrative is full of sound and emotion, and the mouth is flying everywhere.

Political Commissar Ning's face was as deep as water. He looked at the room coldly. The temperature in the entire emergency room instantly fell. He squeezed out his teeth and said:

"The art troupe, what a great military power!"

He walked towards Li Kuiyong, his expression was already cloudy and turned to sunny, and he stretched out his hand:

"This little brother, I'm not strict in discipline and I've been wronged. I'll compensate you here. Let's go back and deal with these little bastards. What do you think?"

Li Kuiyong held his hand, pulled him up and said with a smile:

"Political Commissar Ning, I beat someone up and there is nothing wrong with it. I have cleaned up for you. You should hurry up and prepare for tomorrow's performance!"

The tall man said angrily:

"You are so good at taking advantage of this. If you hurt Xiao Xiaoyun so much, you will definitely not be able to appear on stage tomorrow. If he can't get on, we'll be prepared to do something. Could you get on?"

Li Kuiyong was happy:

"Just go, what a big deal?"

The tall man was so angry that he started to exude fragrance again:

"You said it lightly, have you heard of ballet? Have you seen the Red Detachment of Women? Xiao Xiaoyun played Hong Changqing. What does it mean to go to the top? You are a rustic..."

Political Commissar Ning coughed and was about to interrupt him, but Li Kuiyong said:

"It's just ballet, just have legs!"
Chapter completed!