High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

After the law enforcement officers had completely left, Chen Mingyuan immediately went to Chen Mo and began to examine him carefully.

At this moment, Chen Mo was covered in sweat, his face was pale, his lips, which had regained some color, were also extremely pale, and he looked exhausted. His hospital gown was soaked with sweat.

Seeing his son like this, Chen Mingyuan felt his heart being clenched tightly, the pain was indescribable.

He felt extremely guilty, blaming himself for not being capable enough to become a martial artist.

Ignoring his own sadness, he quickly asked, "Xiao Mo, how are you feeling? Should we call a doctor?"

"Dad, I'm fine! No need to call a doctor. Just get me a towel to wipe my sweat and change my clothes while you're at it."

Chen Mo's voice was weak and listless. He was exhausted and wanted to change his clothes and rest as soon as possible.

The confrontation with the law enforcement officers had drained a lot of his mental energy. If it weren't for his strong mental energy, he would have already lost control of his bladder and bowels during the confrontation.

The older law enforcement officer had clearly killed people, or rather, killed ferocious beasts; the aura he exuded contained murderous intent.

He had experienced this kind of imposing aura from his teacher, so he was very familiar with it.

Moreover, he had encountered ferocious beasts during the beast tide five years ago, and felt the same way when he was stared at.

He didn't understand why the law enforcement officers were targeting him. Had he really offended a martial artist?

Those who can instruct them to do this must be powerful and influential people.

However, he had already memorized the faces and numbers of the two law enforcement officers, and he was determined to get revenge when the opportunity arose.

He couldn't figure out who it was, so he had to leave it aside.

Once he becomes stronger, he must take revenge!

"Xiao Mo, you should call a doctor to take a look. You don't even have the strength to speak."

Chen Mingyuan was very worried, and as he spoke, he reached out to press the call button.

"Dad! There's really no need! They were just showing off their power; they didn't actually do anything to me! Calling the doctor would be worse."

"Here, they have no chance of harming me. After all, this is a hospital, and they are law enforcement officers who would not knowingly break the law."

Upon hearing his son's words, Chen Mingyuan's hand, which had just touched the call bell switch, immediately stopped, but he didn't pull it back. He looked at his son and said worriedly:

"But I'm worried that your current state will affect your wound. Look, your face is all pale."

"I was just too exhausted from confronting the law enforcement officers. Dad, please help me dry off the sweat and change my clothes. I'm very tired and need to rest."

Chen Mo tried his best to stay awake, but his eyelids were already drooping.

"Okay, I'll wipe your sweat right away."

Chen Mingyuan withdrew his hand, turned around to get a towel, and wiped Chen Mo's sweat.

I'm so tired!

Chen Mo's body instinct told him to rest immediately, and without thinking about anything else, he closed his eyes.

Chen Mo was like a puppet on a string, completely at Chen Mingyuan's mercy.

Chen Mingyuan moved gently, afraid of hurting Chen Mo, but his movements were not slow.

A few minutes later, with Chen Mo's cooperation, Chen Mingyuan easily completed the task, changed his clothes, and changed the bed sheets.

"Dad! I'm going to sleep now! Call me when Mom comes tonight! Don't tell Mom about this."

"good!"

Upon hearing his father's answer, Chen Mo could no longer hold on, immediately closed his eyes, and fell asleep in less than three seconds.

Chen Mingyuan saw his son close his eyes, gently covered him with the blanket, and then kept watching him.

Soon, they discovered that Chen Mo had fallen asleep.

He was slightly relieved to see that Chen Mo's breathing was steady.

Seeing his son's pale face, Chen Mingyuan's heart was bleeding. He regretted calling the police, which had caused his son to be harassed by law enforcement.

Now, things are really bad. He hadn't even recovered yet, and now he's suffered such a huge injustice. I don't know if my son can handle it.

Putting himself in his shoes, he felt he couldn't stand it either.

If he were younger, he would definitely have resisted, or even filed a complaint.

But he won't do that now. He has a family to consider and can't easily offend martial artists.

Suffering this little injustice is nothing, as long as my family is alright.

His only worry was his son.

Having suffered such a huge setback, he didn't know if his son could recover.

Ugh!

Chen Mingyuan sighed deeply; life had to go on.

He quietly got up, put the hospital gown that Chen Mo had just changed out of on the counter, and took a towel to the toilet to wash it.

Throughout the process, he moved very carefully, and tried to minimize the sound of washing the towel, for fear of disturbing Chen Mo.

After washing up, he sat down on the bed next to Chen Mo and looked at him.

After a while, Chen Mingyuan stood up, tiptoed out of the ward, and went to find the doctor. He wouldn't feel at ease without a doctor's check-up.

As soon as he stepped out of the ward, he saw the backs of two law enforcement officers walking away. He immediately stopped, lowered his head and stopped looking at them, his fists clenching unconsciously.

Upon seeing the two people, he felt an urge to kill them; his anger was almost uncontrollable and about to erupt.

There was another reason why he lowered his head: he was afraid that the two law enforcement officers would notice him, because martial artists have very keen senses.

If they find out you have murderous intent towards them, they will definitely strike first.

Chen Mingyuan took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress the anger in his chest, relax his body, and pretend that nothing had happened.

After he calmed himself down and looked up, the two law enforcement officers were nowhere to be seen.

Without giving it much thought, he walked straight to the doctor's office.

at the same time.

Inside the descending elevator.

There were only two law enforcement officers inside. The younger officer looked at the older officer:

"Brother Liang, that kid Chen Mo wasn't scared to death. He's got a strong will. Did he lie during the patrol just now?"

"No! I was keeping a close watch on him with murderous intent the whole time. If he were lying, I would have noticed long ago. I even tested him a bit more, but I didn't find anything amiss."

The older law enforcement officer explained with a smile, "Besides, his case has already been classified as an accident, he has already signed the papers, and we can close the case when he gets back."

"It's good that he didn't lie. That kid's dantian has been destroyed, so he's already a cripple. Even if he did lie, it doesn't matter."

The young law enforcement officers didn't take it seriously.

"There's no need to worry about this case involving ordinary people. Let's focus our attention on the fugitive Luo Jianren; he's the most important person."

"Hmm! Brother Liang, I heard that Luo Jianren is carrying a treasure. Is it true?"

The young law enforcement officer asked curiously.

"The news is true, but Luo Jianren is a fifth-rank martial artist, and none of us are his match. If we provide this information to the captain in the bureau, we'll definitely get some benefits."

"That's great. The captain is a sixth-rank martial artist. If we encounter any fugitives, I will definitely tell you, Brother Liang, as soon as possible."

Hearing the young law enforcement officer's words, Brother Liang was very satisfied. He reached out and patted the young officer on the shoulder, smiling as he said:

"If I benefit from it, you'll get your share too."

The two left the hospital chatting and laughing.

Back in the car, the older law enforcement officer used his cell phone to send six words to an unknown number:

"The person is not dead, but his dantian is shattered."

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