RNP 534 Of Course Give You The Best Treatment
534 Of Course Give You The Best Treatment
Snap.
Wu Yue easily raised her hand and took away the impact of the weak boy flying towards him.
"Hug, I'm sorry!" With his feet safely on the ground, the weak young man bent down and bowed first to apologize.
Wu Yue raised her eyebrows lightly and patted his lower back. "Who are you apologizing to for this?"
"Hey, that." The weak boy scratched his head and turned his face to find the boy behind him. "Wow, what a beautiful little brother!"
?
The corners of Wu Yue's mouth twitched slightly, and her face turned a little dark.
Mentally retarded female neurotic: Pfft, hahahaha! I’m laughing to death, I’m really laughing to death!
Vengeful-tongued old fat man: Very beautiful little brother, this is a great title.
Mediocre Sage Hui: Indeed, it’s amazing.
The know-it-all lady with big front teeth: It’s a bit strange, Wu Qiege is clearly a boy! Isn’t it a bit weird to use pretty?
Hermione originally wanted to say that it was a bit inappropriate, but when she took a closer look at Brother Wu Yue in front of the screen, she had to admit that she was really beautiful.
Mentally retarded female psycho: Little girl, you don’t understand at all. What we are talking about is not about beauty or beauty at all!
The know-it-all lady with front teeth:?
Mentally retarded female neurotic: Hey, I can’t tell you! Because you’re still young!
The know-it-all lady with big front teeth:…….…
So angry, really super angry!
But at the same time, I am very curious. It is not a question of whether it is beautiful or not. What is the question?
Sha Diao Group Leader: That’s enough, you old Sijis!
Taking a deep breath, Wu Yue turned her eyes to the weak young man in front of her. "Yamada Seven Seats, who are you apologizing to just now?"
Yamada Hanatarou and Wu Yue recognized the identity of the weak boy at a glance. Currently, the seven seats in the fourth division are one level higher than Wu Yue in the position of chief officer.
"I..." Just as Yamada Hanatarou was about to speak, several menacing figures rushed into the clinic.
The leader among them has red hair parted in the middle and looks very rough. A huge knife mark could be clearly seen on his chest, and blood was still flowing.
But Zhong Feng didn't care at all and sat down on the neat bed next to him. "Where are the stewards? Where are your stewards?"
"Too bad, it turned out to be the famous red-haired primitive man." Ie Village pushed up the glasses on his face and took a step forward. "If possible, I really hope to see his intestines pierced and broken. Well, it's a pity that I am a member of the fourth team, so I can't have such bad thoughts."
"You bastard, you've already come up with your idea!" the people following Hongmao Zhongfeng shouted angrily.
"I'm sorry!" Yamada Hanatarou bowed and apologized very sincerely.
"Stop talking nonsense, you idiots!" Hong Zhongfen grabbed Ijiang Cun's wrist and said coldly: "Treat Laozi quickly, Madara is still waiting for Laozi!"
Ijiang Cun sighed, seeming to be used to this situation.
The man in front of me is the eighth seat of the 11th Division, and he is the third seat of the Fourth Division. It stands to reason that his position as chief officer is higher than that of the other party, so this guy should respect himself.
But unfortunately, the Fourth Division belongs to the rear medical unit. They are inherently weaker than these combat troops, not to mention that the 10th Division is generally recognized as not understanding the importance of superiority and inferiority.
In the entire fourth division, only their captain Uzuki Hana can treat these lunatics docilely. But the captain also has the responsibilities of a captain and cannot stay in the clinic 24 hours a day.
Buzz.
The dark cyan light lit up, and Kaidō of Ie Village was ready. Even if the red-haired primitive man in front of him has no dignity, he still needs to be treated.
At most, after the treatment, I would scold him bloody in my notebook. This is a spiritual victory method unique to Ijiang Village. His little diary was already filled with the names of his enemies, most of them from the 11th Squadron.
Snapped.
But just when Ijiang Village was about to start treating the "red-haired primitive man" in front of him, a young and white hand suddenly touched the primitive man's wrist.
Ah?
Everyone was confused by this sudden scene, staring blankly at a boy who was only seven or eight years old. He was wearing a Death Overlord uniform with a Zanpakutō hanging around his waist, exuding an elegant and easy-going temperament.
"Sir, let me help you with your treatment."
"Kid, you...ah!"
Before he finished speaking, Wu Yue twisted his entire arm into a twist. The body was smashed to the ground like a rag, splashing a cloud of dust.
"Ah, it seems that this corrective surgery is not perfect." Wu Yue stepped on the left leg of the red-haired Shinigami, gradually exerting force. "We still need your continued cooperation.
Click.
The sound of bone cracking sounded, and everyone present could not help but feel chills all over.
`~You, you brat!”
"What did you do to Brother Heizang!"
"Stop it!"
The teammates of the red-haired Shinigami finally reacted and rushed forward with loud shouts.
Bang bang bang.
Several muffled sounds were heard in the air, and the figures of this group of people fell to the ground one after another.
"No, Mr. Wu Yue?" Yi Jiangcun finally reacted at this time, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. "You are..."
"As you can see, there are three seats in Yijiang Village." Wu Yue tilted her head, with a bright smile on her face. "Of course I'm helping them treat them."
Gudu.
Yamada Hanatarou swallowed, and for a moment he didn't know how to evaluate the scene in front of him. Is this treatment? Is this treatment of being sent to hell?
"I just took a look, this Mr. Kurozang..." Wu Yue kicked her toes and turned over the red-haired Shinigami who was lying on the ground. "The Reiatsu on the knife scar is a bit violent. With your Kaidō, I'm afraid it will take a long time to heal. I have no choice but to use some clumsy methods so that this patient can get more effective treatment."
Click.
There was another sound of bone cracking, accompanied by bursts of miserable howls.
The corners of Ijiang Cun's mouth twitched fiercely, and his body took two steps back. He was wrong, really wrong! I originally thought that Captain Unohana's disciple would become a little angel with unparalleled medical ethics, but in the end, his true form turned out to be a devil!
Green light flashed, and Heizang's twisted limbs recovered. But the scar on his belly still didn't heal, and it became even more ferocious because of his useless and rough movements.
"Look, I'm right." Wu Yue blinked at Yi Jiangcun and smiled: "This wound, this injury! It's not easy to heal, at least it needs to be consolidated and strengthened repeatedly.
Click, click.
After the words fell, the creepy voice sounded again...