The Doctor In the Steampunk World

Simon followed the **** man to a corner of the yard. The **** man took a set of protective gear, and behind him were two strong men with exaggerated muscles.

"Put on the protective gear and wear it properly, otherwise you will be easily injured."

"Tiger, what are you going to teach in this first lesson?"

"Dodge and anti-strike training, the two of them are your sparring partners."

"How to train."

"The training method is very simple. They beat you. You try to avoid the attack. If you can't dodge, you will be beaten."

"Two hit me and one, how can I dodge." Simon was instantly angry.

"Didn't you say, dodge and anti-strike training, you can't avoid it, that's anti-strike training."

"I spend money to learn how to beat people, not to pay to be beaten."

"If you want to beat someone, you have to learn to be beaten. Everyone here starts learning from being beaten. Anti-strike training is the most basic subject in combat training. It will improve your tolerance for pain. Everyone The tolerance of each person is different, and some people may not be able to stand it with one punch. If you are such a person, how can you fight with others. Don't you want to learn killing skills, you can't bear the pain, you can't learn it To kill."

Well, it has to be said that what he said is indeed reasonable.

"I'm not physically strong either, don't work too hard."

"Don't worry, they are very professional in beating people."

"Little brother, we will pay attention to our sense of proportion."

Two muscular men surrounded Simon, clenching their fists, Simon flinched a little.

"A few more layers of tape are wrapped around the fist."

"Little brother, put your head in your hands and protect your head."

Simon held his head, and a muscular man immediately punched him. Simon's head shook slightly, and he leaned to one side and almost fell to the ground.

Her head was a little dazed.

This is still the result of adding protective gear.

Before he woke up, another punch hit him in the stomach, causing him to churn in his stomach and bend down.

"Wait, stop first and thicken the armor."

"Keep fighting."

The **** man clasped his arms and refused expressionlessly. The two strong men continued to beat Simon, who fell to the ground in a few moments.

"Little brother, are you alright." A strong man helped Simon up.

"Are you okay?" Simon said angrily.

"I'm still very energetic, I should be fine, continue training." The **** man said expressionlessly.

"Little brother, hold on." The strong man let go of Simon.

"Hey, stop for a while and add some protective gear."

The strong man punched Simon in the face, and another strong man also greeted him.

The two strong men were very measured in their shots. They didn't use all their strength and didn't attack the vulnerable parts. At most, they were a little sore and bruised.

After almost fifteen minutes of fighting, Simon lay dead on the ground before he stopped.

"Rest for half an hour, then continue training."

"Tiger, let me spar with him for a while, I also want to beat people." Several strong men ran over and wanted to beat Simon in front of Simon.

MMP, these beasts.

Simon lay on the ground in great pain, spending money to find guilt, and now his bowels are green with regret.

"Oh, my body is bruised, come here, I'll give you some potion." Curator Johnny's voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

He held a bottle of purple-black potion, and without giving Simon a chance to refuse, he poured it out and rubbed it on Simon's bruised area.

When the potion was applied, it was extremely cool, and the burning tingling sensation was instantly reduced to a minimum.

"This potion is really effective."

"Of course, this is a skill I learned from military medicine, and it has a miraculous effect on the treatment of bruises. It only takes a day to feel the bruises, which is very good."

Simon was suddenly moved.

"This potion is not free. It costs 50 yuan a bottle. You have already used it, so hurry up and pay."

MMP.

"It costs fifty yuan for this bottle, why don't you go grab it?"

"Robbery is against the law."

"I didn't say I wanted to buy it, you painted it for me yourself."

"You said it, and I heard what you said with my own ears."

"Fuck, when did I say that?"

"Just now, not only did I hear it, but my apprentice also heard it."

Simon stared at the **** man next to him with wide eyes, the **** man turned his head to one side, and nodded silently.

Nima.

What a bunch of liars.

"I'm quitting school."

"You can drop out of school, but the money will not be refunded."

"You are cheating. I'm going to the police station to sue you."

"Not refunding money is the rule of our martial arts hall. It's written in the contract form. You can't win even if you sue."

"It wasn't written on the watch at all."

"I wrote it, and you signed it. There are so many forms, you didn't read them carefully."

Simon's face was ugly, showing that he was tricked.

"Simon, right, don't make trouble, study here with peace of mind, and don't forget the 50 yuan medical expenses."

Curator Johnny smiled, and Simon really wanted to punch him in the face.

Johnny hummed a little tune and left very happy, Simon's teeth itching with anger.

"Although the curator is a little greedy for money, he has real skills. If you really want to learn martial arts, don't drop out. He will teach you seriously. After all, you are the first big customer who paid a thousand yuan for tuition without counter-offering. "

"Isn't the tuition fee one thousand yuan?"

"Do you think we are a martial arts gym in the inner city?"

"Then how much did you pay?"

"One hundred yuan."

Nima!

Simon stared blankly at the sky.

"David only paid fifty dollars."

Simon stabbed again.

"There are not many stupid and rich people like you in the outer city. The curator will take care of you enthusiastically, don't worry."

So stupid!

So stupid!

So stupid!

Simon's mind was full of these words, and he wanted to cry without tears.

After half an hour, continue anti-strike training. If the money can't be refunded, what kind of school should I withdraw, and continue training.

Simon endured the whole process, silently making up his mind that if he couldn't learn anything, he would have to demolish the martial arts hall~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and beat the curator Johnny to half death.

It was noon after the anti-strike training. Simon was lying helplessly on the ground, his body was in terrible pain, and two big men were smearing medicine on him.

"This is the end of today's training. Continue over tomorrow morning." Curator Johnny came over and threw him a blueprint.

"This is a diagram of the human body structure, which marks the vital parts of the human body. If you want to learn killing techniques, you must know the structure of the human body like the back of your hand. You go back and memorize them."

Simon looked at the drawing, and was even more speechless. This drawing was drawn by a human. The artist was extremely rough, and it was crooked.

"I'm a doctor, and I know the vital parts of people very well."

"It turns out that you are a doctor. You didn't tell me earlier." Johnny was startled, then diligently helped Simon up and asked him warmly.

There is nothing to offer favors, either a traitor or a thief.

Simon immediately became vigilant. Although he only spent a long time together, he had already seen through Curator Johnny.

"If you have something to say, don't do anything."

"Since you have joined our martial arts gym, we are a family. Should a family help each other?"

"No..." Simon quickly interrupted him.

"Look at your apprentice brothers. They usually train very hard, and they will inevitably get injured. If any apprentice brother is injured in the future, you have to help. Everyone is not rich, so don't charge for medical bills."

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your promise. Come here quickly, thank you Simon. He's a doctor. I'll look for him when I'm sick and injured in the future. He promises to treat you for free."

"I didn't agree."

Curator Johnny called out to the big men in the yard, and each big man ran over to thank Simon.

Nima, was tricked again.