Village Doctor's Magic Hands

"Really?" Zhao Sankin smiled noncommittally. He didn't hurry to ask anything. Instead, he moved a stool and sat face to face with the member of the evil wind.

"Meng Yifan, are you a member of the evil wind?" Zhao Sanjin ignored the evil wind member and asked directly and faintly.

"No comment." as Zhao Sanjin expected, the member of the evil wind threw four big words at Zhao Sanjin after spitting mercilessly.

"Mouth is very hard?" Huolong came to Zhao Sanjin's side and looked at Zhao Sanjin with a happy face. It seemed that he was questioning Zhao Sanjin: "I see how you can get words out of this goods."

Zhao Sankin's face hung a happy smile, slowly pulled out his right hand, then pulled out two fingers, spread them out, and aimed at the bound evil wind.

The corners of his mouth were light, and Zhao Sanjin said with a smile: "I don't know that the evil wind is so well-informed. Do you know that doctors can save people and harm people?"

Zhao Sanjin had thought about the tough words of the members of the evil wind early in the morning, so when he was in the taxi, Zhao Sanjin began to think about countermeasures.

Until he got off the bus, Zhao Sankin suddenly patted his head and secretly said that he was too stupid.

"What do you want to do?" it was not only the member of the evil wind who didn't know what Zhao Sanjin wanted to do when he suddenly stretched out two fingers for no reason. Even the fire dragon looked at Zhao Sanjin with a confused face. After staring at Zhao Sanjin strangely, he was surprised and asked, "don't you think that?"

Zhao Sanjin, with a black face, didn't want to answer the phone at all. He directly focused on the member of the evil wind and said with a smile, "have you thought about it? If you don't want to say it yourself, I don't mind saying it for you."

Zhao Sankin bit the word "help" very hard. Obviously, there are other meanings in it.

"I'm just a thug among the evil wind people. Even if I kill me, I only know so much." when I don't know what Zhao Sanjin will do to himself, even the members of the evil wind people are somewhat counselled.

"I don't mind listening to what you know." Zhao Sankin smiled and got up slowly.

"You... Don't mess around." the member of the evil wind struggled desperately. Unfortunately, the fire dragon tied the rope too tightly and didn't mean to loosen at all.

"Let's start with the simplest." Zhao Sankin lowered his head and asked, "what's your name?"

"I......" the member of the evil wind obviously hesitated for a moment, but looking at Zhao Sanjin's finger, he thought for a moment and said, "I don't know my name. In the evil wind, it's code named 'Qingfeng'."

"Qingfeng?" Zhao Sankin whispered. It seems that he has never heard of such a person in the action of clearing away evil winds for so many years.

Of course, the evil wind is so powerful that Zhao Sanjin can't know all about it. It's normal not to have heard of it.

"Meng Yifan, is he a member of the evil wind?" since Qingfeng chose to take the initiative to cooperate, Zhao Sanjin certainly wouldn't be aggressive, so he stopped his finger.

"I don't have so much patience." seeing Qingfeng, I lingered again. After hesitating for a long time, I couldn't say a word. Suddenly, my face was cold, and a murderous spirit was vented from inside to outside. In an instant, Qingfeng was suffocated.

"I... I..." but even so, Qingfeng didn't want to tell Zhao Sanjin fluently. He still couldn't make up his mind.

"Hum, don't drink a toast." Zhao Sankin was completely angry. He stretched out his fingers and directly pointed to the three points below Qingfeng's neck.

"Ah..." the gentle force, when touching Qingfeng's body, is like a sharp blade directly stabbing Qingfeng's heart. The feeling of pain makes it very difficult for Qingfeng to swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The finger moved slightly. Zhao Sankin pinched it three times along Qingfeng's back, and then walked three points down. Another finger bent and let Qingfeng scream again.

Listening to the terrible scream of Qingfeng, the fire dragons are worried about the fate of Qingfeng.

For ordinary interrogations, it's just suffering from some flesh and blood, but for Zhao Sanjin, who doesn't play cards according to common sense, he can't guess what Zhao Sanjin's interrogation method is.

Just as Zhao Sanjin said just now, doctors can not only cure diseases, but also harm people. What's more, they are still such a bull driven doctor like Zhao Sanjin?

In fact, the idea of fire dragon really misunderstood Zhao Sanjin. After all, even Zhao Sanjin himself thought of this method after getting off the bus.

With the passage of time, Zhao Sanjin felt more and more that the Xuanjin in his body was more and more useful. It could not only help him meet the enemy, or recover from the injury, but also double the drug effect.

Therefore, Zhao Sanjin had a whim. If he used the help of "touching bones formula" to directly penetrate Xuanjin into each other's body, would it cause fatal trauma?

Zhao Sanjing knows one thing very well, that is to do everything step by step. Although Xuanjin is a good thing, it is only limited to being a good thing in his own body. If you want to enter someone else's body, you can only instill it bit by bit.

After Zhao Sanjin's two moves just now, the fact is that as Zhao Sanjin guessed, Xuan Jin directly enters the body with a penetrating force that a normal person can't bear at all.

Fortunately, the first finger gave a cruel hand, but at the second finger, Zhao Sanjin suppressed it again, which gradually improved Qingfeng's face.

"Can you say?" Zhao Sanjin stood up, looked at the breeze lying on the ground like a dead dog, and asked with a faint smile.

"I... I said..." Qingfeng admitted that he couldn't stand it in front of the absolute pain. Facing Zhao Sanjin's technique, Qingfeng had to admit it.

It can be said that only those who have really experienced the finger just now know the pain.

"Meng Yifan, does it have anything to do with the evil wind organization?" Zhao Sanjin finally looked a little better and asked with patience.

"Yes." after Zhao Sanjin's torture, Qingfeng couldn't lift the slightest effort to speak hard. Even his nodding head seemed to droop to the ground at any time. It looked like a person who had just been hit by high-voltage electricity, which made Zhao Sanjin want to laugh.

"How much do you know about Meng Yifan?" Zhao Sanjin finally felt that he had caught a glimmer of dawn. As long as Qingfeng knew that Meng Yifan had something to do with the evil wind, he must know something about Meng Yifan more or less.

"I don't know exactly. I only know that Meng Yifan came to Jianghai this time to take something away." Qingfeng kept a low breath and said weakly.

"What?" for these things that Zhao Sanjin didn't know, since Qingfeng said it, Zhao Sanjin naturally asked carefully.

"I don't know." however, Qingfeng's answer is doomed to disappoint people.

"Rely on..." the clue is broken. It can be imagined how depressed Zhao Sanjin is at the moment.

"Is there a kind of data in the evil wind organization that can make people eat all kinds of physical indicators like normal people?" since Meng Yifan's affairs are more or less confidential in the evil wind organization, Zhao Sanjin simply won't ask more questions.

"That's right." Qingfeng nodded, but since Zhao Sanjin didn't ask more, Qingfeng didn't say more.

For the two things, Zhao Sanjin only asked one answer. Whether it's the process or why, Zhao Sanjin has no interest to know.

This person can only believe half of his words. This point is more suitable for interrogating sinners. Not only that, sometimes, asking half of his words is better than believing half.

In any case, Qingfeng is a member of the evil wind organization. From the bottom of his heart, he is serving the evil wind. Even if he is caught here, Zhao Sanjin believes that at the bottom of his heart, Qingfeng will find a way to actively jump into the trap of the evil wind.

Unfortunately, Qingfeng didn't think of it at all. No matter what Zhao Sanjin asked, he only needed an answer. He didn't ask why. There was no way for Qingfeng to take Zhao Sanjin to the ditch.

"The last question." Zhao Sankin's dark eyes flashed a touch of pure light and said with a smile: "what is Meng Yifan's purpose to deal with the 'Liu Group' this time?"

"Organizational decisions, in order to get what you want faster." this time, Qingfeng's words are much more than the previous two times. Not only that, even in his words, Zhao Sanjin can feel a trace of mood ups and downs.

"Hum." with a light hum, Zhao Sankin slowly stood up, and a faint smile crossed the corner of his mouth. Looking at the fire dragon with two legs crossed and a strange expression on his face, he kicked angrily and cursed: "don't go yet, wait to die here?"

"It's over?" Huolong obviously didn't return to his mind. He looked at Zhao Sanjin with a bad look on his face, smiled and scolded: "I'm a member of the evil wind who tried my best to find out for you. You just ask three simple questions? I'm not as angry as you?"

"I already know what I want to know. Aren't you satisfied?" Zhao Sanjin smiled, took a meaningful look at the fire dragon and left the room directly.