I'm a part-time killer during the summer vacation, you let me participate in the Olympics

Chapter 118: Xiao Ming, how come you became a quack doctor again?

Ever since Wang Xiaoming received the magical ointment as a reward from the system, he has been troubled by having no place to use it.

He sometimes wondered why he wasn't given a medicine that could cure his sister's illness.

But on the bright side, at least there is still a chance to cure my sister's illness.

Maybe one day the system will reward me with a miracle drug that can cure diseases, and I can retire from the Olympics directly.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming looked at the ointment in his hand again.

I can't use this thing anyway.

After all, with the improvement of the system, his physical condition rarely suffers from injuries such as bruises and injuries.

"It can only benefit others!"

Wang Xiaoming thought about the track and field event he was going to participate in next.

Anyway, when the time comes, just give it to whoever you like.

After all, those who run track and field probably have a lot of injuries in their legs and feet!

Wang Xiaoming had no doubt about the effectiveness of the plaster.

Produced by the system, it must be a high-quality product!
Think about the painkillers I used on my sister before, the effect
Just as Wang Xiaoming was sighing, several anxious voices suddenly came from outside.

"Shi Ning, what should I do? I forgot how to get there!"

"Me too. Why is my brain so useless at the critical moment?"

The two little girls Wu Yanni and Xia Shining?
Wang Xiaoming opened the dormitory door and looked at the two people running around in front of his door like headless flies. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "What are you two looking for?"

Then he remembered his ointment and waved to the two of them: "Shi Ning, Yan Ni, are there any injuries on your legs? I'll give you a massage!"

This sentence was said in an extremely ambiguous way, but to Wu Yanni and Xia Shining it was like a life-saving straw.

"Brother Ming!" Wu Yanni ran to Wang Xiaoming in surprise, "Can you cure leg pain too?"

Wang Xiaoming shook the plaster in his hand: "This is a family-inherited plaster that is specially used to treat injuries from falls!"

After hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Xia Shining suddenly seemed to have gained a backbone, and immediately grabbed Wang Xiaoming's hand and walked out.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?" Seeing the anxious looks of the two people, Wang Xiaoming ran after them without resisting.

But on the way, he also learned the whole story.

"Wasn't Xu Zhuoyi fine when he was running with me?"

"I don't know, but he already had an old injury!" Wu Yanni explained.

Soon, several people arrived at the place where Xu Zhuoyi was injured.

As soon as he arrived here, Wang Xiaoming saw Xu Zhuoyi lying on the ground motionless.

"It looks very serious!"

Zhou Hong also gave some instructions to Wang Xiaoming, then got up and went to find the team doctor.

As soon as Zhou Hong left, Wang Xiaoming came to Xu Zhuoyi and started checking on his own.

Wang Xiaoming has been working outside for a long time and is very experienced in dealing with such injuries.

"Hey, you, what are you doing?" Seeing a young man suddenly appear and take action, Wen Qiwen immediately became anxious.

This stuff is no joke.

If he is not careful, Xu Zhuoyi's career may be ruined!

"Coach Wen, he is Wang Xiaoming!" Wu Yanni and Xia Shining explained on the side.

Wen Qiwen hadn't reacted yet: "Wang Xiaoming? I don't care if he's Wang Daming or Wang Xiaoming. You're not a doctor. How can you..."

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly felt that the name was so familiar, and then he realized what was happening, and immediately stood up and held Wang Xiaoming's hand. "You are Wang Xiaoming, great, great, it's true that heroes emerge from youth, do you have time to test the 100-meter run later?"

Seeing Wen Qiwen's sudden change in attitude, not only Wu Yanni and the others, but also Xu Zhuoyi who was lying on the ground widened his eyes.

"That coach, I'm still lying on the ground and can't move!"

"Oh oh oh! Sorry, sorry, I was too excited at the moment!" Wen Qiwen said embarrassedly, but he had no intention of letting go of Wang Xiaoming at all.

This made Wang Xiaoming very embarrassed!
"Well, Coach Wen, how about you let me go first so I can take a look at Xu Zhuoyi's injuries?"

Wen Qiwen, who was originally very excited, hesitated for a moment after hearing this: "Well, you also know medical knowledge?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "I don't understand, but my family has inherited a skill that specializes in treating injuries from falls. I have a very powerful massage technique!"

When Wang Xiaoming lied, his face didn't turn red or he didn't breathe hard, but when he heard Wen Qiwen's lie, his brows were furrowed.

A family tradition to treat injuries from falls?

Why does this sound so much like the quack doctors of the past?
Wang Xiaoming even took out his own plaster: "Look, coach, I also brought my family's ancestral plaster, it will work immediately!"

Wang Xiaoming thought that taking out the plaster would increase his credibility, but he didn't expect that Coach Wen would become even more unconvincing.

Once this plaster came out, it looked more like the money-swindling stuff of the past.

But the person in front of him is Wang Xiaoming!
It is the hope for the rise of Chinese track and field, which makes him have to believe it.

"This..." Wen Qiwen hesitated.

Wu Yanni at the side said, "Coach Wen, just let him try. Brother Ming is so good, he must be good at it!"

"Fine."

Xu Zhuoyi, lying on the ground, watched Wang Xiaoming walking towards him with a bottle of black ointment.

"Wait, wait, Brother Wang, I remember you once fixed Wang Chuqin's broken racket, which was amazing, but I didn't hear that you have this inherited skill?"

In fact, Xu Zhuoyi was still a little worried inside!
After all, these are my own legs!

Wang Xiaoming may be very good at athletics, but everyone has their own expertise. You said that your family has a tradition of treating injuries and sprains, so why doesn't he believe it?
Seeing Xu Zhuoyi's unbelieving look, Wang Xiaoming smiled and said, "Let me tell you, not only do I specialize in treating injuries from falls, I can also make you stand up right away!"

"Ah?" Xu Zhuoyi's eyes widened, his inner distrust growing more serious.

Not only did you say you knew a little bit of medicine, you also said you could make yourself stand up immediately.

Isn’t this too ridiculous?

"Brother Ming, how about, how about just forget it?"

Forget it? Wang Xiaoming sneered inwardly. He had finally found someone who could try out this system's plaster.

You want me to let it go?
play?

"Stop talking nonsense and lie down!" After saying that, Wang Xiaoming pushed Xu Zhuoyi into Coach Wen's arms.

Then he started checking directly.

"Hmm? There seems to be something wrong with your bones!" Wang Xiaoming examined it carefully, and then relaxed his brows.

"This time it should be just a minor strain, not too serious! However, you probably have an old bone injury!"

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Xu Zhuoyi's eyes widened.

No way, this Brother Ming in front of me really has some skills?

Before he could admit it, Wang Xiaoming opened the lid of the plaster, and before Xu Zhuoyi could react, he scooped it up with a spoon and covered his knee with it.

"Brother Ming, don't..." Xu Zhuoyi was about to stop him, but suddenly felt a coolness on his knees.

"This is."

(End of this chapter)