Rural Magic Doctor With Super Vision

Zhao Shaolin was the younger brother of the man who had died. He had not finished the first day of school, and had been expelled from the school for sneaking into the toilet when his father sent him to Shaolin Mount Song in a fit of rage.

This was equivalent to rejecting a wish made by Father Zhao Shaolin. From Zhao Shaolin's name, it could be seen that Father Zhao Shaolin's expectations for him all those years ago.

Five years in Mount Song, he didn't know whether Zhao Shaolin had entered the Shaolin Mountains or not. In any case, after he had finished his studies and came back, his skills were good enough to scare people. Old man Zhao Shaolin had wanted to find a security guard for Zhao Shaolin, but after two days of working as a security guard, Zhao Shaolin had gone to join a gang with a hoodlum in the city.

In the past two years, he had become a big hooligan by relying on his skills and bravery. His father had been angered to death by this hooligan.

After the death of Widow Li's man, Zhao Shaolin was even more lawless, making a ruckus in her house every few days.

This is the Zhao Family's property, you, Li Xiaolin, have no right to own it.

If he wanted to live there, so be it. He had to have Li Xiaolin as his mistress.

Zhao Shaolin had yearned for Li Xiaolin's beauty for a long time. Previously, his elder brother had been untouchable when he was alive, but now that his elder brother was dead, Zhao Shaolin had decided to go along with his request.

The men from the village watched with furious expressions, but none of them dared to help Li Xiaolin.

After all, they had offended Zhao Shaolin for the sake of a widow, so no one wanted to provoke them.

Zhao Shaolin stood at the door, cursing out loud while crying, "You wretched bastard! Ever since you married into our family, my father has died, my brother has died! Do you still have the face to stay here? "Get lost, this is my Zhao Family's house, not yours. Get lost and go back to your house."

"If you continue to stay here, do you believe that I'll let my brother kill you?" Zhao Shaolin cursed with a cold expression.

The more he cursed, the more unpleasant the sound became.

Chen Sanqiu was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Damn it, Li Xiaolin is such a delicate and pretty girl, it's fine if you don't care about her, but you actually dared to curse her like this.

F * ck you.

"Cough cough. Grandson, why don't you come visit my home?" Chen Sanqiu passed by a group of farmers who were enjoying the show, and asked as he was about three meters away from Zhao Shaolin.

Zhao Shaolin's entire body shivered.

F * ck, who had the guts to call his grandson? F * ck!

He immediately turned around angrily, and with a glance, he saw Chen Sanqiu standing in front of him. Seeing that Chen Sanqiu was calling him grandson in all seriousness, Zhao Shaolin almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

From his position as general, he should f * cking call Grandpa Chen Sanqiu …

"Grandson, what are you doing? "Li Xiaolin is your sister-in-law after all. It's not good to force her into a corner like that, right?" Chen Sanqiu said in all seriousness.

This grandson kept calling her that so naturally.

Zhao Shao Lin was so angry that the corner of his mouth twitched. Disregarding whether or not his seniority should call Chen Sanqiu Grandpa, he was still here, and was four or five years older than Chen Sanqiu.

Now that Chen Sanqiu was calling him grandson, how could Zhao Shaolin not be angry? Not get angry?

His two subordinates who were beside him were even angrier, and they immediately rushed towards Chen Sanqiu. Putting up their necks, they grinned, and shouted at Chen Sanqiu: "Who the f * ck are you calling your grandson?"

Chen Sanqiu's expression did not change as he pointed to Zhao Shaolin who was about to vomit blood, "Zhao Shaolin, he's my grandson."

"Damn."

Zhao Shaolin's two lackeys were so angry that they wanted to vomit blood. They almost attacked, but seeing that Zhao Shaolin didn't say anything, the two could only endure and not make a move.

Seeing Chen Sanqiu walk out from the crowd, little widow Li unexpectedly called out to Zhao Shaolin's grandson, knowing that Chen Sanqiu was here to stand up for her.

He felt happy, touched, and worried at the same time.

With Chen Sanqiu's small stature, as a graduate of a medical university, facing the burly Zhao Shaolin, no matter how you looked at it, there was no possibility of him winning.

"Chen Sanqiu, I don't need you to care. Leave quickly." He wanted Chen Sanqiu to leave. "I'm just a weak girl, these three men, I want them to beat me to death. Leave quickly, don't worry about me."

When Zhao Shaolin heard that Li Xiaomei wanted Chen Sanqiu to leave quickly, he said that he did not dare to hit Li Xiaolin.

Angry, he spun around and dashed to the side of the widow, slapping her hard in the face.

Li Xiaolin staggered and fell to the ground. A blood-red palm mark appeared on her delicate face.

Lying on the ground, crying out loud, he was trembling in fear.

He was afraid that Zhao Shaolin would hit him again.

The few men who were watching from the sidelines also had expressions of anger on their faces.

Men shouldn't have hit women.

What's more, his brother-in-law had beaten up his own sister-in-law. This was even more inappropriate.

However, these people did not dare to say anything.

Chen Sanqiu bellowed, and suddenly clawed at the crotch of the two Zhao Shaolin's subordinates who were standing beside him.

"Aiyo."

"Damn."

The two subordinates of Zhao Shaolin were put down, but in an instant, Chen Sanqiu stole their peaches. It was so painful that their whole bodies started to spasm, and their faces turned green.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, aiyo."

"Big brother, have mercy."

Chen Sanqiu gave a cold snort and ruthlessly kicked one of Zhao Shaolin's fingers, instantly causing the two Zhao Shaolin's hands to turn red again.

Green and red, red and green.

Zhao Shaolin did not expect Chen Sanqiu to actually dare to make a move, he could not help but be infuriated, he shouted coldly and without saying a word, he rushed to Chen Sanqiu's side and threw a punch straight at Chen Sanqiu's head.

Chen Sanqiu was a f * cking village doctor.

He was just a f * cking village doctor. Was he going to school or was he studying medicine at a university?

However, Chen Sanqiu was sinister, asking those people who had been beaten up by Chen Sanqiu since they were young, especially the village chief's son, Zhao Ergou, would all know of Chen Sanqiu's viciousness.

He hastily lowered his head and used his left hand to protect his head. His right hand immediately moved like a scalpel, accurately hitting the third rib on Zhao Shaolin's chest.

"Hiss."

Zhao Shaolin's heart and lungs were trembling from Chen Sanqiu's punch, his entire body trembling.

It hurts.

He thought that he had really underestimated Chen Sanqiu, and was just about to get ready to face him in front of him and teach him a lesson.

Chen Sanqiu stepped forward with a kick, instantly kicking Zhao Shaolin down to the ground.

He immediately mounted on Zhao Shaolin's chest, waved his fist, and fiercely slapped Zhao Shaolin in succession.

Pa pa pa pa pa.