The Strongest Medical Immortal in the City

Chapter 417

If it was just ordinary friction, Fang Chuan might just beat that Jeffrey, that's all, there is no need to do it too hard.

However, now knowing that they actually did something utterly conscience, Fang Chuan would certainly not let them go.

Soon, he called Luo Yao and told Luo Yao what happened here.

After Luo Yao heard this, she was also furious. She is a female herself, and she attaches great importance and anger to such things.

"But Xiaochuan, this involves foreigners, I'm afraid I still have to say hello to them." Luo Yao took a deep breath and calmed down.

After listening to Fang Chuan, he understood why foreigners are so rampant in China and why they are blindly worshipped by many Chinese.

Because the country has many policies, and it is telling the people that foreigners have certain privileges in the country.

However, Fang Chuan also knows that this is a legacy of the country, and this situation has been greatly improved.

He believes that in the near future, when foreigners are in China, just as Chinese people go to places like the United States, the first thing to fear is the laws of the country.

Once this happens, their posture and some attitudes of the people will be improved.

At that time, everyone was equal.

These levels of issues are certainly not his consideration.

He smiled: "It's okay. I will call Deputy Director Yan immediately. If it doesn't work, I will call Luo Zhengliang. If it doesn't work, I will call Secretary Tie."

"There should be no problem with Deputy Director Yan." Luo Yao said hastily, also relieved.

With Fang Chuan's interpersonal relationship, it should be easier to deal with this matter, which may be different from the previous situation.

"Okay." Fang Chuan said, hung up the phone, then called Deputy Director Yan to talk about the matter here.

Deputy Director Yan listened and said with a smile: "It turns out that this is the case, no problem. Such people should be dealt with severely. The policy for foreigners breaking the law in our country has already been discussed above. Now it is different from before. If Without extradition, we can put them in jail!"

"Understood." Fang Chuan then hung up.

"How is it?" The president of the Wushu club also heard Fang Chuan's call, with a look of hope, looking at Fang Chuan, he really wanted to get justice for his girlfriend.

However, he is worried that the law gives these foreigners an advantage and makes him powerless.

"No problem." Fang Chuan smiled, "Anyone who breaks the law will be punished sooner or later. If the law does not punish, God will also impose punishment."

Of course, when he said that God lays down punishment, he is referring to fate, not gods.

Because, he himself is the **** of immortality, which is equivalent to the **** in the mouth of others. Of course he knows that there is no **** in this world.

"That's great, I don't know how to thank you anymore." The president of the martial arts club was so excited, but he pulled the wound, and the pain made him take a breath.

Fang Chuan smiled and said: "Wait a minute, let me treat the wound for you. I am a student in the Chinese medicine class and pass on family medicine."

"Thank you so much." The president of the Wushu club suddenly showed respect to this student.

What he said before about foreigners was already a matter of self-esteem, and then, he was so enthusiastic about his countrymen.

This made him very touched and grateful.

However, for Fang Chuan, he was just a small effort. Within the scope of his ability, and without much effort, he could help.

If it really exceeds his abilities, or sacrifices himself too much because he wants to help others, then he won't do it.

Those who have the experience of Immortal Venerable do what they want. Taoism is self-cultivation. Everything is centered on oneself, as long as you follow a ruler in your heart.

Everything is used by me, I am the center of the universe, and the power of the universe is also mine. This is cultivation.

Fang Chuan smiled faintly. In order to avoid shocking the world, he did not choose air therapy. Otherwise, there will be a lot of people and it will not be good to spread.

He grasped the hand of the president of the martial arts club, twisted his hands, and accurately overlapped the place where the president's arm broke.

To achieve this, one must rely on spiritual consciousness, which is impossible for ordinary orthopedic doctors.

Then, he passed his true energy through the palm of his hand to the president's arm, and began to repair the broken position for the president.

At the same time, another infuriating energy wandered through the president's body, healing other internal injuries.

The president only felt a rush of heat on his body, and then, from the broken arm, there was an itching like an ant crawling.

But for a while, he felt his body was hot, but very comfortable. Before he felt very heavy after his body was injured, but now he also began to relax.

At this moment, Fang Chuan's medical skills and techniques have reached the point of incomparable worship.

Could it be that the students in the Chinese medicine class are so awesome?

He thought about it, secretly shocked.

About five minutes later, Fang Chuan had repaired the president's body to a similar level, and said to Liu Ru quickly: "Go, take off Li Haoran's belt."

"Good." Liu Ru nodded, ran over quickly, unplugged Li Haoran's belt, kicked Li Haoran casually, and then came back.

Fang Chuan took the belt and used it as a temporary bandage for the president to support his arm.

He smiled and said: "It's almost healed. This belt just prevents your wound from being pulled by your violent movements."

"Thank you, classmate." The president is grateful. As a martial arts practitioner, he knows that his arm is broken. If he gets treatment in time, he can fully recover.

This is tantamount to saving his martial arts career and having the grace to rebuild!

Fang Chuan waved his hand: "You are welcome."

"What's the matter?" A surprised English came from downstairs, "Jeffrey, what's the matter with you, who hurt you?"

"A yellow pig, Neil, help me get revenge." Jeffrey said quickly.

"No problem!" Neil replied, "I will take you up and let you see how I can revenge you."

Then, after a sound of footsteps, a white man of about 1.8 meters tall, with a fairly burly figure, weighing about one hundred and sixty jins, helped him up with Jeffrey, whose face was swollen.

He glanced at everyone and asked in a cold voice: "Who beat my friend, stand up and let me see you."

"Coach Neil, it's him!" a senior member of the fighting club hurriedly pointed to Fang Chuan and shouted.

Neal focused his gaze on Fang Chuan, frowning: "How can this figure beat Jeffrey? Impossible!"

"How can it be impossible?" Fang Chuan smiled faintly, "You foreigners, it's not that you haven't been beaten by Bruce Lee."

He smiled and gave Neal a middle finger: "You, come here."