บททั้งหมดของ Army Ace Doctor: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

In the Siam Mountain villa district, lived half of the gentry and celebrities of the East Sea. The mansion halfway up the mountain, which looked like a palace, was the object of admiration of everyone in the East Sea. The reason for this was that this mansion was the house of Yang Ding, the richest man in the city and the chairman of the board of the Dingsheng Group. Instead of being filled with pleasure and decadence, the atmosphere inside the Yang's mansion was just like the weather outside, teeming with gloomy clouds. In a parlor on the second floor of the mansion, there were two doctors, both in their 50s, arguing with each other, with their faces scarlet up to their ears. "Based on the theory of traditional Chinese medicine, My Lady has been invaded by exogenous pathogenic factors. She has been infected by some kind of virus whose symptoms include the common cold, aversion to the cold and lethargy, but behaves like epilepsy, which

Eight-inch needle was not hard to understand, among Liu Feng's thirteen needles, there were eleven silver needles and two golden needles. Those two golden needles were eight-inch long. For normal acupuncture, needles used were usually one-inch needle, one-and-a-half-inch needles, at most three-inches, and only a special select expert could use a longer needle. And eight-inch needle almost only had been spoken of in the ancient medical manuals. There were completely no Chinese doctors who would dare to use it in the modern world. "Old Feng, eight-inch needle... does it have any special use?" Another famous doctor stood by Old Feng's side and asked in a soft voice. This time, Yang Ding also took a step closer towards Old Feng; he did not want to disturb Liu Feng diagnosing his daughter's illness but was also very curious why upon seeing Eight-inch needle, Old Feng, this extremely famous Chinese doctor in the country wou

Ah... The youth in black covered his mouth with both hands and cried terribly. Because his lips were shot to the point of being disfigured, his front teeth had also dropped, and in the pitch-dark, his cries appeared terribly ear-piercing. "Shut up. If you continue shouting I will continue to bash you." Liu Feng continued to smile but his right hand that was carrying the gun picked it up again. Huh！ The youth in black did appear docile. He actually truly controlled the wrecking pain and with a shout, suppressed his shouting. "Kao! Park Jun Shu, just this little backbone? Looking at you wimp I get angry! You deserve to get beaten!" Liu Feng scolded again and his gun bolt fell to the floor. Ping... Ka! This time the gun bolt smashed onto the teen in black, causing his shoulder blades to resound with a crack. Ah... A terrible cry resounded.

"Hold it right there? Haha!" After leaving the house, Liu Feng quickly closed the door firmly, and then returned to his own room. Ka-Cha! Ka-Cha! Returning to his own room, he once again heard the smattering of glassware from the door opposite his; it seemed like Yang Shiwen had really been angered by Liu Feng, and was not just angry, but fuming—she was flinging items on the ground to vent her anger. "The First Miss throwing a tantrum, this is an illness which needs treating too!" Liu Feng muttered, and then put that audiomonitor to his eyes to look closely at it. After a split second, Liu Feng's eyes brightened up suddenly, and he held the audiomonitor tightly in his hand. "Might not be, that boss behind the scenes might really be able to give Park Jun Shu money three days later; if this audiomonitor was placed there by him, he would definitely know that I had treated Yang Shiwen, and then Park Jun Shu

"Don't feel sad; losing to me is not an embarrassing thing at all." Liu Feng said. Yang Shiwen, "..." "Let's do things this way—you call me "brother" once, and I will not take into account the issue of betting on this anymore. How about that?" Liu Feng asked. Yang Shiwen, "..." Ten minutes later, the 911 Liu Feng had been driving was still advancing rapidly with a speed of over 200 km per hour and it was increasing rapidly in speed and was also nearing 240. As he had said, the Ford Mustang, and the Maserati, no matter how fast they were, after the delay of 99 seconds, would not be able to catch up with him. The 911, speeding the way, attracted the attention of scores of people. Many luxurious cars still wanted to race the 911, but gave up after a short time. "I'm not wrong right; Shiwen, your two friends are too weak. I could not even see their f