Ye Haochuan smiled with satisfaction and pointed at a young man whose hair was dyed yellow and looked careless: "You! That's you, yes, that yellow-haired person, don't look at it, it's you!"

Seeing Ye Haochuan calling him, a hint of surprise appeared on his yellow-haired face, then walked out of the crowd and shouted arrogantly: "Boy, do you know if you want me to call me Brother Huang in the future? What are you asking me for?"

"Hehe, didn't you say you were sick? I'll treat you!" Ye Haochuan looked at him with a joke.

"Take a doctor?" Huangmao was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted: "Cao! I'm sick! Let me see it quickly, it won't be easy to kill you!"

"No problem, I guarantee that the disease will be cured. If it is not cured, it will be fine!" Ye Haochuan's face appeared with a smirk, and he pretended to take the pulse on Huangmao's body.

Suddenly, the expression on Ye Haochuan's face became extremely serious, and he spoke, "Your illness is a bit serious. Your whole body is ulcerated and itchy. It is already in the late stage and is about to attack!"

"Damn! I'm fine, how come I'm getting itchy? I dare to curse me. Do you believe it or not, I'll suck you?" Huangmao cursed with anger on her face.

As soon as he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed.

"Oh, it's so itchy!" A roar came out of his mouth, and Huang Mao rubbed his hands and scratched his body.

But the more this happens, the more itchy the body becomes, and gradually the two hands are not enough!

"Grass! It's itchy, it's so itchy!"

Huangmao screamed in her mouth, and she fell directly to the ground, rubbing like a snake, making her whole body covered in mud.

"ah?!"

Looking at this scene, many people around him stared wide and their faces were a little dull.

"Help, help! Doctor, save me!" Huangmao's skin was rubbing red all over his body. He knelt in front of Ye Haochuan and begged in pain.

"Although your disease is already in the late stage, there is still a treatment method, but it can only be counteracted with pain!" Ye Haochuan said calmly.

"Doctor! Hurry up and tell me what to do!" Huangmao was in pain. The itching on his body made him doubt his life and he wanted to break it by himself.

"There are many nerve endings on the human face, and the pain senses are also obvious. If you want to remove the itch on your body, then slap the face. The stronger the stronger the better!" Ye Haochuan smiled, and the expression on his face was a little ridiculous.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

After hearing what he said, Huangmao was not vague at all. He drew his bow from left to right, as if he was teaching his enemies a lesson, and quickly slapped himself a few times.

Although his face was extremely painful, he felt that the itching on his body seemed to have been relieved?

With this discovery, Huangmao dared to neglect her. Her hands turned like electric fans, and her slap in the face never stopped.

"Hey! What's going on?" Gradually, some students in the school discovered the situation here and gathered around and said curiously.

"Hehe, these people don't know what they think. They ran to our school hospital to cause trouble. Were you not being punished by Teacher Ye!"

More and more people watched, and Huangmao slapped at least three or four hundred slaps on him. Each of them was extremely strong and did not hold back at all. The people around him were terrified and swallowed their saliva.

"Ah, it's not itchy anymore, I finally stop it!" Huangmao suddenly stopped her palm and burst into tears with excitement.

At this moment, a simple-dressed man suddenly rushed out of the crowd. He knelt down in front of Ye Haochuan and said, "Doctor, please save my uncle. He hasn't been straightening his back for decades!"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say! Your uncle's problem is not too serious. As long as he cooperates a little, he will be cured in a few minutes." Ye Haochuan said with a smile.

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Chapter completed!