Medical Sovereign

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"Well, remember what you said today, don't let the person who saved you down."

The Jingxin teacher smiled so happyly that his face recovered from the ancient well without waves, and slowly sat down on the futon, and said indifferently: "Leave it!"

"Teacher, who saved me?" Ding Ning asked urgently.

"You will know later, go, don't come again!"

The meditation teacher closed his eyes too much, and his voice whispered in his mouth. No matter what Ding Ning asked again, he turned a deaf ear.

Ding Ning was helpless, respectful and departed, returned to Ningda and continued his study life.

This time, it was a blessing in disguise. After the disaster was not dead, the singularity of the Eight Diagrams was completely opened, and he was filled with more doubts in his heart. Who saved him? Is it teacher too? Still the knife face?

The teacher is too reluctant to say that he can't ask, but in any case, this big man's feelings are owed, only to find the truth and then repay.

The expansion of the meridians made his instinct that seemed to be full of thinness seem a lot thinner. It seems that it takes time to cultivate.

When I thought of the perfection of the true gas in the meridians, I was able to open up Dantian and formally step into the earth. He couldn’t help but be excited.

The benefits of this healing are not limited to this. In the past, his physical strength was not enough. He could not fully absorb the energy of blood and could only be stored in flesh and blood.

This time, the healing of the blood of the sputum with the blood circulation continues to enhance his physical strength, so that his physical strength is a three-dimensional leap.

He believes that if he is hard to deal with the tyrannosaurus now, he will never be unaware of the painful arm like last time.

Of course, although he is not afraid of the tyrannosaurus, he is still extremely jealous of the lightning abilities of Deng Jiuzhi, so that he does not dare to act rashly.

It seems that it is necessary to cultivate his own power. Ding Ning seriously considered and made up his mind.

The old man is an extremely powerful presence in his eyes. Even now, he does not dare to say that he will be the opponent of the old man.

Even so, the old man did not dare to let him reveal his identity, but he could imagine how powerful the enemy is.

A good man and three gangs, in the case of insufficient strength, the only self-protection method that Ding Ning can think of is to develop the forces that are absolutely loyal to oneself.

The Mavericks, who are loyal and fearless, have good skills and can be the first team to form his forces.

When he made this decision, he had a glimmer of light in his head, and he suddenly understood why the old man did not let him practice other exercises, but forced him to remember.

It seems that Laojiao has already considered this step today, but he has never said anything to him, so that he secretly regrets his post-knowledge.

"Boss, you are really a ghost, report that you are not staying at night for two nights, although the scorpion is good, but also pay attention to the body!"

Upon returning to the dormitory, Zhang Haifeng blinked and gave a thumbs up.

Ding Ning reached out and handed the breakfast he had bought to him with a smile: "Eat your breakfast, see if you can block your mouth."

"Hey, if I eat, I will shut up!"

Zhang Haifeng smiled and handed a breakfast to Wu Xian.

Wu Xian is still silent, and Ding Ning nodded and expressed his gratitude.

"To the boss, is there anything tonight?"

As it turned out, Zhang Haifeng’s mouth could not be blocked, and the pancakes were stuffed in his mouth. He began to mutter again.

"It should be okay? What happened?"

Ding Ning lie on the bed and flipped through the book, answering casually.

"I and Wu Xian invited you and the nephew to eat that night."

Zhang Haifeng said with some embarrassment: "I said that I and Wu Xian were invited to the day. As a result, I both drunk more, but let you check out."

"Hey, how big is it, no need."

Ding Ning did not care about shaking his head, but he was very appreciative of Zhang Haifeng's character. These two roommates are people who can be deeply involved.

"That can't be done. It was originally a meeting for the nephew. I and Wu Xian both took hot hands. If we don't spend it, we are upset."

Zhang Haifeng said in a positive color, even Wu Xian, who was buried in his head, looked at it and nodded and agreed.

"That, let's see how you feel right."

Ding Ning saw that their attitude was firm and they could only agree.

Zhang Haifeng sneered and laughed: "Tonight, there are beautiful women to accompany."

"Beauty? Where are the beautiful women?"

Ding Ning asked inexplicably.

"Our friendship room 309."

Zhang Haifeng’s excited face turned red, and he pointed his finger at the ceiling. He looked like a idiot: “309 is the same as our 109, there are only three girls, that is the three golden flowers of our Ningda graduate school.”

"Linking bedroom? When is the friendship?"

Ding Ning looked a little embarrassed.

The friendship bedroom feels like a long way to go. When I was in college, the third child liked to engage in such networking activities to make him pick up girls.

If it is not a friendship, it will not let him and a few good friends who have a good relationship eventually give birth to a gap.

Female college students are full of love for love. Those girls are willing to associate, that is, they are running with him and Zhao Xin, two grass-level handsome guys.

At that time, he didn't think so much at all, and Zhao Xinsheng pulled hard to go. As a result, the girls who liked the boss, the second child, the fourth child, and the old five didn't want to confess to Zhao Xin.

Although he refused, he did not agree, but even so, several roommates still hate him.

This made him very uncomprehensible. He clearly did not agree, and there was no harm to others. Instead, Zhao Xin did not refuse this guy. As long as he chased his girl, he could look at it and take it to the house.

But those friends not only do not blame Zhao Xin, but hate him, so that he feels wronged and confused, until now he did not want to understand what is going on.

Therefore, he is very resistant to things like friendship.

"Yesterday, my goddess Liu Wenjing actually took the initiative to talk to me, and also offered to become a friendship dormitory with us. I have already promised, you will not give face to the boss?"

Zhang Haifeng asked a little nervously. It seems that Ding Ning’s boss is still very high in his mind.

Ding Ning saw Wu Xian also looked at him with full expectation, could not help but laugh and cry, even the house man is tempted, can he sweep their happiness?

"Well, you look at the arrangement!"

"Yeah, long live the boss, then tonight, let's eat first, then go to KTV to sing and drink."

Zhang Haifeng’s excitement with a child’s excitement is long lived, and Wu Xian’s rare smile is awkward.

Ding Ning’s heart was warm and he asked Wu Xian: "Do you have a crush on 309?"

Wu Xian’s face was red, and he turned his head. The otaku was quite shy.

Zhang Haifeng’s screaming thief smiled: “The third guy is sulking. He likes 309 Song Xiaoyu not a day or two.”

Wu Xian was smashed into thoughts, suddenly became angry and angry, and the fluttering of the teeth and the Zhang Haifeng made a mess.

"That is for the happiness of the third child and the collective honor of 109, I can't delay, I will call Lingyun now, see if she is free at night."

Ding Ning said with a smile, he called Lingyun.

The result made him very disappointed, Lingyun night and class reunion can not come.

Lingyun does not come, Ding Ning really does not want to participate in this networking event, but since it has already promised Zhang Haifeng is not good to repent.

In the evening, Zhang Haifeng and Wu Xian’s days finally arrived. Just after class, I returned to the dormitory. Zhang Haifeng began to dress up, the hair was meticulously combed, and the oily light like lard was brightened. She also wore a pink shirt and black. The trousers are like the young masters of the 50s and 60s.

Even Wusang male Wu Xian also smeared hair gel, but also specially put on a pair of Sven's Phnom Penh glasses, wearing shirts and trousers that are not usually worn, it looks like a business elite.

The unique taste of these two roommates, Ding Ning really can not agree, reference to some suggestions, but was self-feeling Zhang Haifeng's dumb voice.

Probably because of limited funds, this time Zhang Haifeng did not dare to choose a high-end restaurant in the high-end restaurant.

The name of the hotel was quite cheesy, so I called it again, but the decoration was elegant and the environment was not bad.

At about 7 o'clock, the two single dogs were less than 6:30 and took Ding Ning to the scheduled room of Furong Pavilion.

Watching the two goods nervous for a while, ran out and waited, Ding Ning was bored with the phone.

When he was in college, Zhao Xinqiang took the registered Weibo number and had not logged in for a long time. Anyway, he was idle, and he logged in and looked at it.

When he logged in, he was shocked, and his Weibo fans had already had more than two million people.

What made him most unbelievable was that the video screen of the treatment of Wang Guoliang in Weinan was actually posted on Weibo, and there were already tens of millions of comments underneath.

Looked at the time, the time of uploading the video screen is exactly August 30, the day of the treatment of Wang Guoliang.

This made him a second monk who couldn't figure it out. He hadn't logged into Weibo for almost two years. On the 30th of August, who was logged into his Weibo to upload a video screen?

His Weibo number is registered by Zhao Xin with his identity information. Several roommates know the account password. Is it one of them to log in and upload?

It must have been Zhao Xin’s guy. Ding Ning’s face was speechless. He uploaded his treatment screen on his Weibo. Isn’t this the king’s selling melons?

He felt that his face had a fever, Zhao Xin of his grandmother, and he had to wait until he saw him next time.

Ding Ning patiently opened the comment, let him be a little more reassuring, the comments in addition to the individual black powder, the other is basically a one-sided praise.

In particular, an iron powder called rainy weather, or the head of his fan support group, the sharp rhetoric and the black son's lip-sword fight, he is extremely maintenance.

Rainy weather? Wouldn't it be Shen Muqing? Ding Ning’s mind suddenly appeared in Shen Muqing’s figure like the empty valley, and the heart suddenly felt pain.

Whether it is her or not, but seeing her share of her maintenance, Ding Ning still points to each other.

Hesitating for a moment, Aite @雨过天晴: Thank you and all the fans for their support, thank you!

"Come, they are here!"

Zhang Haifeng’s excited call, pulling Ding Ning, went out to meet.

Ding Ning turned off the mobile phone, and it was very welcoming. Three girls dressed in meditation walked side by side, like a beautiful scenery, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

On the left is a short-haired girl in a red dress with a short skirt, a big waist and a thin hip, and a hot body.

On the right is a girl wearing a denim skirt, a white lace cardigan, a slender, temperamental shawl.

The middle one... Ding Ning was dumbfounded, turned out to be the narcissistic woman who suspected that she wanted to soak him in the library.

Only today's narcissistic woman, wearing her old black-rimmed glasses, wearing a white princess dress, like a cloud-like hair, took a nap behind the neck, revealing a long white neck like a white swan.

The blown-out face is as delicate as a porcelain doll, and the long black eyelashes flicker, and a pair of crystal-clear scorpions like a black crystal are looking at him with a smile.