Chapter 357 Occupational Diseases
At this moment, Han Shuo stood there, panting heavily.
Although he knew he was no match for the wind, he was not discouraged at all; on the contrary, he was full of fighting spirit.
Because he enjoys the thrill of the fight, he loves challenging strong opponents and constantly improving his combat skills.
As it happened, Feng also noticed this, which is why he hesitated to launch an attack and instead remained in place to defend.
He didn't want to defeat Han Shuo so easily; he wanted Han Shuo to gain more from this battle...
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About half a minute later, after catching his breath, Han Shuo gripped his Tang sword tightly again, ready to rush forward and continue the second battle against Feng.
"Wind, let's try again!"
He shouted excitedly, then, with a determined look in his eyes, he took another step.
Just then, a voice from afar abruptly brought their battle to a halt.
It was Li Shurou. She had just finished what she was doing and quickly ran downstairs.
With just one glance, she understood why everyone was gathered here.
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"Han Shuo, stop! What are you two doing?"
Accompanied by this angry roar, Li Shurou hurriedly ran to the center of the battle scene.
She glared fiercely at Han Shuo and rebuked him without any politeness.
"If you want to spar with someone, why choose him? Don't you know he's still injured?"
"Well……"
Han Shuo knew that Li Shurou's professional habit had kicked in again. Knowing that he was in the wrong, he didn't dare to argue with Li Shurou. He just smiled awkwardly and explained in a low voice.
“Well, Feng said it’s fine…and he didn’t engage in any strenuous activities.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Shurou's rebuke became noticeably louder.
"That won't do! He's only been recovering for a few days, and the stitches in his shoulder haven't been removed yet. Do you know how troublesome it will be if the stitches are removed!"
“I don’t have any anesthetic here. If his wound reopens and needs to be stitched up again, all his efforts to rest these past few days will have been wasted!”
After she finished speaking, she didn't bother to pay any more attention to Han Shuo. She turned around, picked up the medical kit in her hand, and ran towards the wind.
This was exactly the time she needed to change Feng's dressing every day.
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"Come here, let me see!"
Li Shurou didn't care how powerful the white-clad man in front of her was.
In her eyes, this person was just a patient, and she would only look at Feng with the same eyes as a patient.
Feng's decision to agree to Han Shuo's request for a sparring match against the doctor's advice clearly displeased Li Shurou.
However, since the two weren't very familiar with each other, she restrained herself somewhat.
If she were as familiar with Feng as she was with Han Shuo, Fatty, and the others, she would definitely have given Feng a good scolding too…
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Even the wind seemed to freeze in place for a moment.
In his memory, the female doctor was very polite and kind.
In the past few days, he had not seen Li Shurou lose her temper even once.
Only after meeting her today did he realize that this female doctor also had such a volatile side...
As the saying goes, when patients face doctors, they will unconsciously feel a sense of fear.
At this moment, Feng, like any other person, is facing this predicament.
However, he wasn't really afraid of Li Shurou, but rather respected her status as a doctor.
Then, the next second, Feng instinctively sat down on the spot, obediently unbuttoned his clothes, and let Li Shurou help check the wound on his shoulder.
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Li Shurou was clearly very satisfied to see that the patient did not put on any airs of a big shot.
Her attitude softened considerably. She nodded to Feng, removed the bandages from his shoulder, and began to examine him.
Sure enough, after the bandage was removed, it was visible that several of the sutures that had been used to stitch the wound had broken.
Fortunately, Feng hadn't been exercising vigorously, so even though the sutures were open, there wasn't much bleeding.
Seeing this, Li Shurou turned her head and glared at Han Shuo again, then found tools in the medical kit and reconnected the broken medical thread.
Next came her usual routine of changing Feng's dressings...
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"Uh... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's my fault, I won't ask Feng to hit me next time."
At the same time, Han Shuo smacked his lips, left a slightly apologetic remark to Li Shurou, and then quickly fled into the crowd nearby.
He didn't want to hear any more of Li Shurou's scolding.
After all, he didn't have the same unusual hobbies as the fat guy...
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"Ha ha ha ha!"
"No, my stomach hurts from laughing."
"Hahaha! This is hilarious! I never thought Captain Han would ever be at a disadvantage."
"Hahaha..."
At this moment, Cheng Shenghong and his group of simpletons, who were watching from the sidelines, could no longer hold back their laughter.
They never expected that Han, who always seemed to have prestige in the team, would also be criticized by others.
How is this any different from their loser captain?
The captains of these two teams seem to have roughly the same status within their respective teams.
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"Ha ha ha ha!"
The sounds of laughter from the crowd continued to reach Han Shuo's ears.
He was caught between sitting and standing, so he had no choice but to pull the fat man, who was laughing heartily, aside and give him a warning with wide eyes.
"Fatty, you should think about keeping an eye on your wife in public. Try to give me as much face as possible."
The fat man was laughing so hard he almost cried. He quickly waved his hand in refusal and stammered as he laughed.
"No, no, I'm scared too. Hahahaha!"
"Oh, what a worry."
Han Shuo sighed, turned around, and ignored the fat man.
Seeing that the laughter of the crowd showed no sign of stopping, he suddenly had an idea.
And there it was!
Han Shuo's gaze sharpened, and he feigned a serious expression as he surveyed the crowd around him before shouting.
"Hmph! Alright, if any of you laugh again, you'll be my next sparring partner!"
As soon as the words fell, the laughter of everyone present stopped abruptly.
None of them were a match for Han Shuo, who had reached level 5 evolution, and they certainly didn't want to be used as punching bags...
Han Shuo looked at the scene before him and nodded in satisfaction, secretly pleased with himself.
"Hmm...not bad, not bad, it seems my authority as the captain is still quite impressive!"
Just as he was thinking this, on the other side, Li Shurou had already finished changing Feng's dressing.
She picked up the medical kit and walked over to Han Shuo's side with an annoyed expression, and said something.
"By the way, I've purified all the required turbid fluid. I'll take Fatty to get the injection done right away. Now we just need him."
"You and Brother Yaonan should also help everyone pack up. We should be leaving here soon."
When the topic turned to business, Han Shuo became serious.
He nodded and began to speak.
"Okay, Shurou, I understand."
Li Shurou turned and walked towards the fat man. When she reached him, she said a few words coldly and then pulled him into the villa.
"You, come with me!"
Clearly, she hadn't completely calmed down yet.
After this brief interlude, Han Shuo gazed at the distant horizon and sighed softly.
"Sigh, it's finally time to leave..."
He decided not to waste any more time and to set off tomorrow morning!
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