Zhang Fan's heart is dark.

He felt that Sima Yu was beaten in the face like this, and he must not dare to commit it again.

However, he clearly underestimated the sleakness of Sima Yu.

After seeing Sima Yu take two deep breaths, the paleness of his face recovered some.

The stiff smile was also much milder.

He said to the students, "So I said, Teacher Zhang teaches better, now ask Teacher Zhang to give you a theory lesson."

After that, back to the side.

He said to himself, “Son of God, I see how you end today!”

After the students hesitated, they rang out a rare applause.

They were reluctant to accept the vernacular.

Zhang Fan saw that it was no longer possible to push away at this time, and he came to the podium in a generous way.

With a look at the majesty of the teacher, he glanced at the hundred students below.

The students below are silent, and they want to hear what the teacher Zhang, who can outperform Sima, is going to talk about.

I saw Zhang Fan take a deep breath, with a confident, atmospheric, face with a calm and unhurried smile, said:

"Theory, I won't."

“Hm...”

“Hm...”

“Hm...”

One hundred students came out one by one.

No, you will not, you are still so confident, so calm, so just and strong.

How thick this face is!

The teacher next to him almost came out.

The teacher is just funny, isn’t it?

Of course, those students and teachers do not think that Zhang Fan is telling the truth.

After all, no teacher can say anything that he would not do.

Suzaki almost didn’t come out either.

But then he laughed disdainfully.

He knows that everything really doesn’t.

Hey, this time it's okay.

I see how you got through this today.

Zhang Fan did not seem to feel that he was anything strange about this.

But to a group of students said: "Students, today I was visiting the headquarters of the martial arts association, time is limited."If you are so excited, I can't refuse.So, the lecture is exempt.You who have dark wounds and blockages and so on during cultivation and combat, I can help you solve it for free."

The students had some doubts.

“Is this teacher not teaching?”

"Dark injuries, blockages and the like, is a martial doctor's business, the teacher only cares about the lecture, how to manage these things?"

At this time, some students remembered: "Yes, just now when I read the data, I found that this teacher is a martial doctor!"

“And the honorary president of the Medical Association!”

Another student shouted too.

In this way, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the students shouted in surprise.

After years of cultivation and fighting, practitioners have more or less some dark injuries and meridian blockages in their bodies, and they need to be diagnosed and treated by martial arts doctors.

But because the cost of medical treatment is too expensive, not everyone can afford it.

Now that doctors can treat them for free, how can this not get them excited?

“Me!I have a wound on me!”

“I have it too!”

"Mr. Zhang, President Zhang, my right arm has always had the feeling of sluggishness."

The students stood up, excited.

Zhang Fan nodded, "Well, time is limited, just choose thirty."

The students listened, and one by one they came to Zhang Fan in front of the podium.

Zhang Fan waved his hand: "Everyone sat back in their seats, according to the degree of priority of the dark injury and sluggishness on your body, the severity of the wound, the serious sluggishness of the first come."

The students naturally raised their hands.

Zhang Fan ignored their hands and directly pointed to a trainee in the first row on the left: "Your worst, you come first."

As he said, the whole class was stunned.

They have also communicated privately on weekdays, and generally know who has some serious wounds and who is lighter.

The person Zhang casually pointed out was the most serious dark wound in their class, and every time he cultivated, his left side of the waist would be in severe pain for a while.

That's too God!

Even the pulse is not used, only a glance at everyone, know who is the most serious, who is the least sick?

This...

The Doctor!

All the students were very happy.

The student who was sent to Zhang Fan was even more implausible and looked at Zhang Fan and came over in a daze.

Zhang Fan extended his right index finger and thumb, jerked a piece of meat in the student's left waist, and then wringed it hard.

“Ah—”

The student was almost suffocated by the pain, and uttered a scream of killing pigs.

The other students changed their faces.

Not the treatment?

They do not see, nor hear, nor ask, nor do they see.

I put it straight up, and it hurts to watch.

What is this?

The student who was writhed, at this time, was so painful that his face was pale, and his eyes were highlighted out a few points.

The teacher next to me shouted, “Teacher Zhang, this...”

But at this time, Zhang Fan took back his hand and said, "Okay, try to cultivate."

After the student was released by Zhang Fan, he was afraid that Zhang Fan would pull it again, and hurriedly withdrew a few steps back, and almost knocked down the table behind him.

Open the waist clothes to see, there has long been twisted purple.

In his heart, he passed ten thousand grass mud malons.

Nima, isn't it a cure?

What do you do with me?

Even if you are a warrior, a teacher, a martial medicine doctor, and a president of the Wu Medical Association, you can't do it casually?

But when he heard the words, he looked at him suspiciously.

Hesitating for a moment, he immediately sat down on his knees and tried to cultivate.

At the beginning of his cultivation, he frowned and waited for the sharp pain that came at the waist of each cultivation.

Soon, however, his eyebrows loosened.

Because he felt not only the pain in his waist when he was cultivating, but he was warm and comfortable, and this comfort made him want to doze off.

After cultivating for a while, the more cultivation, the more comfortable it is.

As for the pain before, it has gone nowhere.

After a moment, he only felt that the breath on his body was rapidly surging, and it seemed that an invisible shock wave had spread through his body.

He finally stopped cultivating, opened his eyes, and looked at his hands in disbelief.

“Suddenly... broke through!”

His voice trembled slightly.

The other students, including the teacher, looked at Zhang Fan in shock.

This can be easily pinch, twist a little, can let people break through?

This can no longer be called a doctor, it can be called a god!

Sima Yu’s eyes are also falling out.

He taught a lesson to let students break through, but like this just pinch, wringing a hand to make people break through, Nima what is this principle?