He quickly finished the several medicinal dishes that Mr. Li had to eat behind him.

After finishing, he tried it with Chen Yang. Chen Yang said there was no problem, and he nodded with satisfaction.

At least Lin Qingfeng and the others couldn't hold on.

The stuff was so delicious. They almost swallowed their tongues.

"Chen Yang, to be honest, I have never been as happy as today in my life. Haha, I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I could still improve the medicinal food I know."

Mr. Li took a sip of wine and said to Chen Yang with a red face.

"Brother Chen Yang, don't say anything. I will respect you on behalf of my master."

Feng Yuanjun said proudly.

"good."

Chen Yang did not postpone it. He had a bowl of money with Feng Yuanjun.

"readily."

Feng Yuanjun put down his bowl and said with a smile.

"Chen Yang, sit down. I have something to ask you."

Mr. Li called Chen Yang to sit down again.

"Mr. Li, what's wrong?"

Chen Yang sat down next to Mr. Li.

"Chen Yang, I think you can improve the medicinal food for me. In traditional Chinese medicine, your medical skills should be good." Mr. Li stared at Chen Yang and asked.

"Mr. Li, it's not me who brags. Brother Yang, but I have seen the most amazing Chinese medicine doctor." Lin Qingfeng said with a burp next to him.

He was not happy about Wu Lechi who was listening next to him.

"What is the possibility of such a young Chinese medicine practitioner? What is the most amazing thing? It means that you have little knowledge." Wu Lechi said.

"Brother Wu, I don't agree with you. Instructor Lin has never lie."

"I believe in Instructor Lin."

Everyone around Lin Qingfeng supported him.

Wu Lechi was even more depressed at this moment when he listened to their words.

Mr. Li didn't care what others said, so he stared at Chen Yang and asked, "Chen Yang, look, can you heal Yuan Jun's injuries?"

"Master. This~"

Feng Yuanjun showed a look of surprise when he heard Mr. Li's words.

But soon he shook his head and said, "Master, I think I'd better forget it. Don't make things difficult for Brother Chen Yang. You hired a lot of famous doctors for me back then, but no one could do anything about it. I might as well stay here, cook with you, and fight you."

"Shut up."

When Mr. Li heard Feng Yuanjun's words, he held his pipe and scolded, "A talent like you should not stay in the kitchen. Instead, he rushed to the front line and serve the country. Don't think that I don't know that the fire in your heart has not been extinguished. Letting you be here is simply a waste of life."

Mr. Li cursed excitedly, but Feng Yuanjun did not deny it.

He is a soldier, and all he always wants to do is to sacrifice his life for the country, rather than staying in the kitchen.

But reality is so helpless, he was injured in every hand and every step.

"Brother Jun, don't mind showing it to me."

Chen Yang asked Feng Yuanjun.

"You see."

Feng Yuanjun didn't say anything. No one wanted to return to normal.

cut!

"Don't waste your time in vain. I don't know how many famous doctors have seen them. They can't cure them at all."

Wu Lechi said as he hit people beside him.

Chen Yang checked Feng Yuanjun's body, turned his head and stared at him and smiled, "If I could cure it well, would you have to run a hundred laps? Then he ran and shouted slogans?"

ah!

Well!

When Chen Yang said such words, Feng Yuanjun and others were shocked.

Wu Lechi was stunned for a moment. He said, "What if you can't cure it?"

"If I can't cure it, you can just decide." Chen Yang said confidently.

"Okay. If you can't cure it, go to the septic tank for me." Wu Lechi said gritting his teeth.

"Brother Chen Yang, you ~ you mean, can my injury be cured?"

Feng Yuanjun asked excitedly on his face.

He had already given up on his injuries. But as Chen Yang said now, his hope suddenly ignited.

"Brother Jun, I'll ask you. The injury on your body was injured by a master, right?" Chen Yang asked.

"Yes." Feng Yuanjun nodded and replied.

Chen Yang pulled Feng Yuanjun's arm that had no strength and continued to ask, "It's been seven or eight years."

"That's right. That's right. He was injured seven or eight years ago." Feng Yuanjun nodded and said, "It's really amazing. You can tell by touching it like this."

Wu Lechi hummed secretly, what's the magic? As long as you ask a little, you will know when Feng Yuanjun was injured.

Chen Yang grabbed his arm and continued, "As he said, the other party twisted you first, then clamped your arm like this, and pulled it. Isn't it?"

When Feng Yuanjun saw Chen Yang's technique, he nodded desperately and said, "That's right. That's it."

"A hand that divides the tendons and bones." Chen Yang said.

"A doctor said this. However, the doctor said that the other party's technique was very special and he couldn't help it. Unless the other party untie it. Brother Chen Yang, do you have a way?"

Feng Yuanjun's eyes were full of hope. Chen Yang touched it for a moment, and even the other party's skills were almost in line. He felt that Chen Yang should have a way.

"Brother Jun, you drink a bowl of wine first."

Chen Yang said to Feng Yuanjun.

"I'll pour you wine." Lin Qingfeng said proactively.

Feng Yuanjun picked up the wine, and he looked up and started drinking.

Click!

At this moment, Chen Yang's hand suddenly moved.

A crisp sound rang out.

ah!

Unexpectedly, Feng Yuanjun was so painful that he spilled out the wine.

"Brother Jun, are you okay? You are not injured."

Wu Lechi stepped forward and asked with concern.

As long as Feng Yuanjun feels something is wrong, Chen Yang loses.

Feng Yuanjun is really a tough guy. He was so painful that his mind was covered in sweat. But he just shouted, and he continued to drink.

"Brother Jun, let's have another bowl."

Chen Yang smiled again.

"Show wine." Feng Yuanjun gritted his teeth and said.

Lin Qingfeng was immediately full.

"Let the horse come over."

Feng Yuanjun knew what Chen Yang meant to ask him to drink. He started drinking again with the wine.

Chen Yang held his arm and pulled it again.

Click!

Another crisp sound.

Feng Yuanjun frowned and he finished drinking.

At this time, Feng Yuanjun was covered in sweat.

All the veins on the forehead also swelled.

Chen Yang knew this kind of pain.

But when he saw Feng Yuanjun not humming, he couldn't help but feel a little impressed.

"The last bowl."
To be continued...