The two of them looked at each other in the air, and the Scarface's face looked a little ugly. So many people came over with a fierce look, but were beaten down by a boy who looked weak.

The key is that he doesn't know what method the other party has used to make his head hurt strangely and lose his combat power instantly.

However, there is one thing that although he didn't know what method Zhang Qingyang used, there was no doubt that this attack method that exceeded his understanding was not something he could afford.

He regretted that he promised Liu Hou to come and find a place for him, but he ended up getting himself in.

Scarface turned his face guiltily and kicked the little brothers lying on the ground one by one. He helped each other leave in groups of three or three.

Federal police will soon investigate here. Although Zhang Qingyang has the halo of Nanling Academy, he does not want to be invited to the Federal Police Station for tea, and immediately left the scene with a limp.

Zhang Qingyang did not go to the academy or go home, but instead changed direction to Li Congjun's house.

"What's wrong?" Li Congjun said in surprise when he saw Zhang Qingyang, "I'm covered in wounds, come in quickly."

Zhang Qingyang smiled and said, "I have a conflict with the gangsters on the street. Uncle Li, don't tell my dad. I'm afraid he will beat me up."

Li Congjun looked up and down carefully, and used his complete hand to pinch some parts of his body and touched it. Finally, he sat there, breathing a sigh of relief: "There is no problem with the bones, everything else is skin trauma."

"Wife, bring the potion." Li Congjun shouted to his wife.

Zhang Qingyang sat there and felt uncomfortable all over his body. He either hurt this piece or that piece. Fortunately, the judgment was correct. Uncle Li was born in a military and worked as a security guard. There was a high chance that his family would have medicine or something.

Li Congjun poured him a glass of water and said, "Drink some water to moisten your throat first. Usually you are polite and polite, but you fight hard. I didn't see it, I didn't see it."

Zhang Qingyang's mouth was so dry that his throat was smoking. He grabbed the teacup and became stuffy. He poured himself another cup and drank two cups before he felt more comfortable. "It's not possible not to fight hard, there are too many people on the other side."

Li Congjun admired it very much: "Yes, sometimes you have to fight. In our military, anyone who dares to fight will live long and is the most powerful. Those cowards will lose their legs when they see that there are too many people on the other side, and they are usually the first to die."

Zhang Qingyang said: "Uncle Li, it seems you have to teach me the fighting skills in the military as soon as possible."

Li Congjun said: "Okay, then you have come to me every day these two days. I will teach you some tricks. Start by practicing the legs. The strength of the arms is limited, and the lethality of the legs is the strongest part of the whole body."

Li Yufang walked out with a few bottles of potions, and Li Congjun said, "Wife, you use the blue bottle to apply it on his face first, so that it will be able to eliminate swelling quickly."

Li Yufang poured some medicine into the palm of his hand and applied it to the bruised and swollen part on Zhang Qingyang's face.

Zhang Qingyang felt that the hands rubbed on his face were gentle and powerful, and his movements were neither fast nor slow. He looked like a veteran. He must have often applied medicine to Uncle Li, and he had already achieved the point where practice can lead to perfection.

The potion was applied to the face, as if large pieces of ice and snow fell, quickly reducing the temperature of the skin on the face. Then a hint of refreshing coolness gradually penetrated.

The parts that were originally as painful as fire became magically cool, as if a continuous drizzle fell on the scorching ground.

"Okay, I'll give him a white bottle of medicine." Li Congjun said.

"Wait a minute," Li Yufang said, "The big girl brought my mirror over."

Women are just more careful and pay attention to taking care of others' feelings. Their seven-year-old daughter held a mirror in front of Zhang Qingyang. Zhang Qingyang looked at herself in the mirror. Although she could still see some bruises and swollen faces on her face, she was much better than the appearance of her bun's face just now.

Zhang Qingyang was overjoyed: "My parents shouldn't care too much when they go back like this. Uncle, your medicine is too amazing. By the way, why don't you open a clinic for bruises and injuries? Your medicine is so good, and your business must be good."

Li Yufang sighed, "I wanted to open it before, but the clinic needs a license. If you want a lot of money, how can we get so much money? I have asked for Duoduo in recent years, and my family has no money."

Zhang Qingyang said: "It's a pity that you can't open a clinic with such a good medicine. Uncle Li, have you ever thought of going to another clinic to be a doctor, specializing in treating bruises and injuries? With your skills, many clinics should be willing to do so."

Li Congjun looked bad and snorted: "No one of those clinics is not an idea to give me a ointment formula, and he is unwilling to spend money. This is my treasure that I am telling men but not women. How could I give it to you in vain? If I hadn't been strong enough, I would have been snatched by them."

Li Yufang said: "Your uncle and I ran away overnight and ran here. Qingyang, you must not tell us this ointment."

Li Congjun waved his hand and said, "I watched Qingyang grow up, and I am kind-hearted and definitely not comparable to those cunning businessmen. Don't worry."

Zhang Qingyang also smiled at Li Yufang and said, "Aunt, don't worry. This is your heirloom, I swear I will never tell you. But I'm afraid I'll come to trouble you and Uncle Li often in the future."

"Okay, apply it on a white bottle as soon as possible." Li Congjun urged.

Li Yufang opened the white bottle, and the fragrance of orchids first floated out. She dug a large spoon and put it in her palm, carefully applying it to Zhang Qingyang's entire face.

Zhang Qingyang felt the coolness became much lighter, but the texture of the white ointment was softer.

After a while, he covered his face and Li Yufang gave up his position.

Li Congjun came over and said, "Take off your shirt and apply it on your body again. I can only move one hand, and the force may be a little unbalanced. Please endure the pain."

Zhang Qingyang took off his shirt, and Li Congjun poured the blue medicine on his back and rubbed the red and swollen and bruised parts.

Zhang Qingyang felt that it was not a hand on his back, but iron sand, which was so rough and powerful.

There were several times when Zhang Qingyang was pushed and screamed.

The big girl and Duoduo next to him were both smiling and watching. Zhang Qingyang screamed in pain, and the two little guys laughed. He was confident in establishing his happiness on Zhang Qingyang's pain.

I rubbed my chest and back and applied a white ointment.

Zhang Qingyang felt that he seemed to die once, which was much more painful than fighting with Scarfaced people before.

Li Congjun gasped and said, "I have been feeling a little weak during this period. In just half an hour, I feel a little sweaty. After Qingyang, you can wipe the ointment in another hour. You are just skin trauma. If you rest for two or three days, you won't be able to see anything. Take some here at noon and teach you the legs in the afternoon."

Zhang Qingyang stood up panting, feeling that he seemed to be more tired than Li Congjun. "Thank you, Uncle Li, then I'll have some lunch here at noon."

Zhang Qingyang moved gently, and his whole body seemed to be less painful than before, and he was still... he was already numb.
Chapter completed!