Song Yuya entered the room. Fang Han stood up and stretched out his hand, and the two sat down face to face.

"I was surprised to receive your call." Song Yuya wore a simple erotic sweater and jeans. She was plump and simple.

Fang Han smiled and said, "I didn't expect that I would call you?"

"Yes." Song Yuya nodded: "We rarely have time to spend alone,... Let's talk about it, what's going on?"

Fang Han stretched out his hand and invited the tea master who had just come in to make tea himself.

His technique was light and sharp. Seeing his movements, Song Yuya's heart slowly calmed down, took a cup of tea, sniffed it gently and savored it slowly.

Fang Han said: "I'm asking you to come because of Mitsui Hui."

"He-?" Song Yuya put down the teacup: "Do you recognize him?"

Fang Han shook his head: "Sister Song, you know that we martial arts practitioners will feel a bit mysterious after practicing."

Song Yuya said: "Intuition?"

Fang Han said: "People often purify their intuitions. People who practice martial arts feel subtle and slowly find them back. My intuition is very accurate."

"I've heard of it." Song Yuya nodded.

Fang Han said: "You, Senior Brother Mitsui, are very hostile to me and even have the intention to kill me."

"He has only seen you!" Song Yuya frowned.

Fang Han nodded: "It's quite strange. Does he treat me as his rival in love?... Even the rival in love is not as strong as his hostility and murderous aura!"

Song Yuya said: "What the hell is going on?"

Fang Han said: "I feel like Mitsui Hui is coming for me!"

Song Yuya frowned: "I don't understand!"

Fang Han pondered: "If he inquire about my situation, he doesn't have to hide it, tell him everything."

"Okay." Song Yuya said: "I think you are too sensitive."

Fang Han shook his head: "I hope this is the case."

"Does he have a grudge against you?" Song Yuya smiled and said, "Mitsui Hiro is a doctor with a bright future. He is far away in Japan, how can he make grudges with you?"

Fang Han asked: "Is he from the Mitsui family?"

"It seems to be a side branch." Song Yuya nodded.

Fang Han shook his head and said, "It seems ridiculous, but I believe in my intuition. Be careful, he is not that simple."

If you talk about Japan, it is the ultimate karate. The ultimate karate has not moved for a while and has stopped. This is not in line with their style.

Could this Mitsui Hiro is a master of extreme karate?

"I'm afraid that I will be deceived by him?" Song Yuya shook her head and smiled: "I don't plan to have any love. I had this idea. After seeing you and Li Tang, my thoughts became more firm."

Fang Han smiled bitterly and brewed her another cup of tea.

Song Yuya left the teahouse and returned to school. As soon as she entered the school gate, she met Mitsui Hiro. He was tall, sunny and handsome, and indeed a woman killer.

Although Fang Han's words were absurd, Song Yuya did not ignore them and looked him up and down.

Mitsui Hui smiled like sunshine and waved his hand to come over: "Student Song, have you had supper?"

"No." Song Yuya shook her head.

Mitsui smiled and said, "Let's go together, I just want to see Chinese food. Song recommends a place!"

Song Yuya withdrew her gaze and said, "Chunxueju is good, go there."

"Okay, Haruyu!" Mitsui nodded with a smile.

Song Yuya called Li Chunlei and asked if there was a seat. Li Chunlei laughed and said, Brother Fang’s friend, if you don’t have a seat, you have to squeeze out the seat. Just come.

Mitsui Hiro made a phone call and gave a few instructions in Japanese very briefly.

The two went to the parking lot first and drove a Toyota out of the school gate.

The car was very quiet. Song Yuya looked at the scenery outside the car window indifferently and said lightly: "Why are you from China Mitsui?"

Mitsui smiled and said, "I am very interested in traditional Chinese medicine."

"Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Song Yuya shook her head: "Traditional Chinese Medicine is still considered witchcraft abroad, and it is not very popular in China. It is declining, but do you like traditional Chinese medicine?"

Mitsui Hiro said: "Traditional Chinese medicine is a medicine that has been passed down for thousands of years. It is profound and profound. It is too difficult to get started to limit its development, but it cannot deny its strength."

"As a Japanese, you rarely have such experience." Song Yuya said lightly: "Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed very powerful, but unfortunately it is too difficult to learn. It is a genius medicine. It has its own strengths and weaknesses compared with modern medicine. Have you studied traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Yes." Mitsui nodded while driving: "I have been studying acupuncture for three years and have achieved a little success."

"Acupuncture?" Song Yuya said: "Let's learn from a famous teacher?"

"Yes." Mitsui nodded: "It's a master of traditional Chinese medicine. The master said that the real acupuncture is in China, so I'm here!"

Song Yuya nodded.

"Squeak--!" The Toyota car suddenly rushed forward, and Song Yuya rushed forward and was stopped by her seat belt.

She rubbed her painful chest and turned her head to stare at Mitsui Hiroshi. Mitsui Hiroshi unbuttoned her seat belt: "It seems that something is happening ahead, I'll go and take a look."

There was a traffic jam in front of him and people surrounded him. Song Yuya was not interested in doing anything, but seeing that he was very active, he had no choice but to untie the seat belt and get off the car.

Mitsui Hiro was tall and strong. He pushed away the crowd in front and came to the innermost point. Song Yuya followed him and came in easily.

A young man in his twenties fell to the ground, a Buick was parked in front of him, next to him was an honest middle-aged man who was calling 120 for first aid with an anxious look on his face.

Mitsui Hiro stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "I really don't blame me. I didn't expect him to suddenly rush out? He bumped into the brakes without any haste!"

Mitsui Hui squatted down to look at the young man, and Song Yuya hurriedly said, "Don't move first!... Check his injury."

Mitsui nodded and took out a small iron box from his arms, which contained several long needles.

The young man was already in a coma, and a large pool of blood stained his lower body red. People around him only dared to see but not move.

"What are you going to do?" Song Yuya asked.

Mitsui Hiro said: "Stop the blood first."

Song Yuya nodded. The first priority in this type of trauma to stop bleeding is often caused by bleeding: "Can you stop it?"

"Try it." Mitsui Hiroshi tightened his handsome face, confidently picked up a long needle, slowly stabbed it, and then picked up two more pierced one by one, breathing a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!