The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Is this your special mother's talk? When does the old man die, I have to wait for you to fulfill the promise, right?

Xue Wanjun stared at his eyes, did not speak, looked at Cheng Saburo, and felt that if there was a big stick around him.

If he could still jump up, he would definitely be beaten up.

At this moment, Cheng Chubi put on a pair of thick gloves, and made a special gesture at Xue Wanjun.

"Sorry, Ershu Xue, my nephew is worried that your teeth are too good. If you bite your nephew, it will easily affect our harmonious doctor-patient relationship."

"You guys are all stunned, come here quickly and hold your hands and feet for Uncle Xue, yes.

Wear a white mask and a white hat to prevent Second Uncle Xue from recognizing you and go back to trouble you one by one. "

"..." Xue Wanjun had a black line on his face, his eyes widened, and he saw Cheng Saburo's Hupengou friends, one and two all with white masks and white hats.

Then he surrounded himself on the edge of his couch, and now Xue Wanjun was just ashamed.

"What do you want to do, let go, let go, bastard, let go of the old man..."

"Stop, let go, old man, old man drink, don't move me, Qin Dalang, you kid let go."

"It's not me, I'm Li Qi..."

"Nonsense, can Li Zhen of your special mother always pretend to be in my name."

"Brothers, can you calm down a little bit, don't reveal your identity by yourself, what should you do if Second Uncle Xue becomes a ghost?"

Xue Wanjun’s cell was a mess, and Cheng Chubi, the planner of this psychological treatment plan, couldn’t control this group of chattering brothers.

You can only focus on the work you are doing. After all, it's one thing to get in. If you don't, this is a question of attitude, at least let Xue Wanjun understand.

As long as he is not willing to eat and drink, this thing will enter his nostrils sooner or later.

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"Uncle Xue, this one of mine is really big, bear with me, it will be fine when I get in..."

"Hey, I didn't expect someone from Cheng would say such things to a rough man one day.

Don't care, Ershu Xue, I just sigh casually, and I don't mean to be serious. "

Cheng Chubi had already unceremoniously pinched Xue Wanjun's nose, and began to punch Xue Wanjun's nostril with the tube.

Damn it! Damn it! Xue Wanjun didn't know what the chubby thing was. For a while, he would poke his left nostril, then his right nostril, or even poke into his mouth... Maybe it still stuck his nose!

"Second Uncle Xue is sorry, the light is not good, can you keep it still."

"Stop, it hurts... Asshole boy, stop!"

"Well, you guys, let's stop first, and Second Uncle Rong Xue take a rest.

He is a patient, and we are medical workers, when the patient's mood changes suddenly. "

"We have to be considerate of the patient's mood. Xue Ershu, how about it, let's continue after we rest..."

Cheng Chubi was still in the mood to instill the professionalism of medical workers with the brothers, and only then did he move towards Xue Wanjun, who was breathing deeply and trembling with anger.

"Don't worry, my nephew has more methods, and I can definitely get this stuff into your nostrils."

"It's not that my nephew is teasing Ershu Xue, my nephew is a healer, and it is my bounden duty to treat illnesses and save others."

"Second Uncle Xue, my nephew has such a good relationship with Third Uncle Xue, how could it be possible to watch you starve to death in front of me under his entrustment?"

"If this is the case, I am not only sorry for my vocation as a doctor, but also for Xue Sanshu's entrustment."

Cheng Sanlang's words of righteousness and strictness made Xue Wanjun's stomach angry, but he didn't know how to break out.

Mainly it happened. These gangsters, who don't know the severity, would not pay attention to themselves at all, they would only listen to Cheng Saburo.

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"Stop! The old man drink it, the old man drinks it himself, quickly remove your stuff from under the old man's eyelids."

"Cheng Saburo, have you ever thought that if the old man really does not die, hehe, what do you think will happen to you?"

"Oh, Uncle Xue, what you said is really true, okay, let me see if you have the ability, you will be a junior."

A bunch of masked people are all babbling, Xue Wanjun’s face is black with blue.

"..." It made sense, and Xue Wanjun was speechless for a long time.

Forget it, I'm a dying person who doesn't care about this bastard.

Perhaps, there is no way to die on a hunger strike, but if the old man wants to die, there is still a way.

Under the threat of Cheng Saburo's nasogastric tube.

In the end, Xue Wanjun could only pinch his nose and poured a bowl of juice that didn't know what the **** it was.

It felt like there were milk and eggs, as if there were sugar and salt. Cheng Saburo said that it was his special secret nutrient solution from Chengfu.

Although the taste is not good, it is definitely better than Cheng Mansion's San Le Jiang.

A group of **** with white masks and white hats filed out, and the sound of card playing rang again with inconspicuous effort.

At this moment, Cheng Sanlang's side of the play has changed people, becoming Li Zhen.

Li Zhen looked at Cheng Saburo with admiration. He felt that his own father was very capable and very harmful.

I often made my own son aggrieved and wanted to vomit blood, but couldn't say anything to refute it.

But compared to Cheng Sanlang, the king of monster moths~www.readwn.com~ Ha ha... It's no wonder that my father has eaten in the hands of Brother Chu Bi over and over again.

This is no longer a question of verbal skills, it is definitely a question of talent.

Who can be as good as Cheng Saburo, who is easy to come by, but it makes you feel that he is from the heart, even with sincerity.

He even blatantly used various methods of curing diseases and saving lives.

Presumably this time, Xue Ershu wanted to kill Cheng Saburo very much. Of course, thinking so, it is not that simple to want to kill the fat and strong Cheng family.

"Come here, brother Jingyang, don't you want to express your opinion?"

Li Zhen, who was thinking about it, didn't expect Cheng Saburo to pull himself out suddenly, and suddenly his mind was confused, and for a while, he didn't know what to say.

Looking at the man Xue Ershu who was looking at him with a puzzled look, he felt the iron elbow of the **** Cheng Sanlang pushing against him.

Li Zhen wiped his face, and finally thought of the lines he had agreed with Cheng Saburo before.

"Uncle Xue, it is said that it is better to live than to die. It is said that ants are greedy for life, let alone you, Uncle Xue, a handsome seven-foot man..."

Hearing such nonsense, Xue Wanjun closed his eyes. How could the grievance in the old man's heart be understood by the younger generation.

"Stop...Brother Jingyang, look at you, you can't even say anything to make Xue Ershu angry."

Upon hearing this, Xue Wanjun felt a little relieved, could Cheng Saburo also understand his own thoughts?

"Second Uncle Xue is at most five feet and seven or eight, how can you say that you are a man of seven feet? Spring and Autumn's brushwork is not as unreliable as you."

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