Medical Sovereign

"Okay, remember what you said today, don't let the person who saved you down."

Master Jingxin smiled gratifiedly, his complexion returned to ancient well, sat down slowly on the futon, and said calmly: "Let's go!"

"Master, who saved me?" Ding Ning asked eagerly.

"You will know in the future, go, don't come again!"

Master Jingxin closed her eyes and chanted scriptures in a low voice, no matter what Ding Ning asked, she turned a deaf ear to it.

Ding Ning had no choice but to leave with a respectful bow and returned to Ningda University to continue his study and life.

This time it was a blessing in disguise, and after surviving the catastrophe, all the eight meridians were opened up, which made him happy and filled with more doubts in his heart, who saved him? Is it the teacher? Or that scar face?

But the teacher is too unwilling to say it, and he can't force him to ask, but no matter what, this huge favor is owed, and the only way to repay it is to find the truth later.

The expansion of the meridians made his original qi seem much thinner. It seems that he needs to take time to cultivate.

He couldn't help being inexplicably excited when he thought that he would be able to open up his dantian and formally enter the Earth Martial Realm when the true energy in his meridians was fully replenished.

The benefit of this healing is not limited to this. Before, his body was not strong enough, and he could not fully absorb the energy of the mirage dragon's blood essence, and could only store it in his flesh and blood.

This time of healing, the mirage essence and blood continuously increased his physical strength along with the blood circulation, making his physical strength present a three-dimensional leap.

He believed that if he confronted the Tyrannosaurus head-on again now, he would never lose his sore arm like last time.

Of course, even though he now thinks that he is not afraid of Tyrannosaurus, he is still extremely afraid of Deng Jiuzhi's lightning ability, which makes him dare not act rashly.

It seems that he needs to cultivate his own power. Ding Ning thought about it seriously and made up his mind.

In his eyes, Lao Die is an extremely powerful existence, even now, he dare not say that he will be Lao Die's opponent.

But even so, Dad didn't dare to let him reveal his identity, so one can imagine how powerful the enemy is.

With one hero and three gangs, the only way Ding Ning can think of to protect himself is to develop a force that is absolutely loyal to him.

As for the Mavericks, they are loyal, fearless, and skilled, and they can be the first batch of his team to form a force.

When he made this decision, there was a gleam of inspiration in his mind, and he suddenly understood why his father didn't let him practice other exercises, but still forced him to remember them firmly.

It seems that the old man has already considered this step long ago, but he never told him clearly, making him secretly regret his belatedness.

"Boss, you're really elusive. You didn't come home at night during the two nights of reporting. Although my sister-in-law is good, you should also pay attention to your health!"

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, Zhang Haifeng blinked ambiguously and gave a thumbs up.

Ding Ning handed him the breakfast he bought along the way and said with a smile, "Eat your breakfast and see if I can shut your mouth."

"Hey, I'll shut up if I eat something!"

Zhang Haifeng smiled cheaply, and handed Wu Xian a breakfast.

Wu Xian was still taciturn, and nodded to Ding Ning to express his gratitude.

"By the way, boss, is there anything tonight?" ..

Facts have proved that even if there is food, Zhang Haifeng's mouth can't be blocked. With pancakes stuffed in his mouth, he started mumbling again.

"Should be all right? What's wrong?"

Ding Ning replied casually while flipping through the book while lying on the bed.

"That night, Wu Xian and I invited you and sister-in-law to dinner."

Zhang Haifeng said with some embarrassment: "I agreed to treat Wu Xian and I that day, but I both drank too much.

Instead, let you check out. "

"Hey, what a big deal, no need."

Ding Ning shook his head indifferently, but admired Zhang Haifeng's character very much. These two roommates are people who can be friends with each other.

"That can't be done. It was originally a meeting gift from my sister-in-law. Wu Xian and I both find it hot to hold it. If we don't spend it, we will feel uneasy."

Zhang Haifeng said seriously, even Wu Xian, who was buried in his food, looked over and nodded, expressing his agreement.

"That's fine, you can do whatever you think fits."

Seeing that they were determined, Ding Ning could only agree.

Zhang Haifeng gave a smirk: "I have a beautiful woman to accompany me tonight."

"Beauty? Where did the beauty come from?"

Ding Ning asked puzzledly.

"Our fellowship dormitory 309."

Zhang Haifeng's face was flushed with excitement, and he pointed to the ceiling with a nympho look on his face: "309 is the same as our 09, there are only three girls, and they are the three golden flowers of our Ningda Graduate School."

"Friendship dormitory? When did you have a fellowship?"

Ding Ning looked a little dazed.

The fellowship dormitory feels so far away. When he was in college, the youngest liked to engage in this kind of fellowship activities the most, so that he could pick up girls.

If it weren't for the friendship, it wouldn't have created a gap between him and the few old friends who had a good relationship with him.

The female college students are full of longing for love, and those girls who want to associate with each other come because of him and Zhao Xin, the two handsome guys at the junior level.

At that time, he didn't think much about it at all, and was dragged away by Zhao Xinsheng. As a result, the girls who the boss, the second child, the fourth child, and the fifth child liked either confessed to Zhao Xin or wanted to pick him up.

Although he refused all of them and didn't agree to any of them, even so, several roommates still hated him.

This made him very puzzled. He obviously didn't agree to any of them, and he didn't harm others. On the contrary, Zhao Xin didn't refuse anyone.

But those old friends not only didn't blame Zhao Xin, but hated him, which made him feel wronged and puzzled, and he still hasn't figured out what's going on until now.

Therefore, he is very resistant to things like friendship.

"Yesterday, my goddess Liu Wenjing actually took the initiative to talk to me, and even offered to form a dormitory with us. I have already agreed. Boss, you will not lose face, right?"

Zhang Haifeng asked nervously. It seems that Ding Ning, the boss, still holds a very high status in his mind.

When Ding Ning saw Wu Xian looking at him with full expectation, he couldn't help crying and laughing, even the nerds were tempted, could he spoil their interest?

"Okay, look at the arrangement!"

"Yeah, long live the boss, then tonight, let's have dinner first, and then go to KTV to sing and drink."

Zhang Haifeng excitedly shouted long live like a child, and Wu Xian also showed a shy smile rarely.

Ding Ning felt warm in his heart, and jokingly asked Wu Xian: "Are you secretly in love with 309?"

Wu Xian blushed, and turned his head coyly, the otaku was quite shy.

Zhang Haifeng winked and smirked: "The third guy is just being coquettish. It's not a day or two since he likes 309's Song Xiaoyu."

Wu Xian's mind was punctured, and he suddenly became angry from embarrassment. He jumped up and fought with Zhang Haifeng with Zhang Yawugua.

"Then for the happiness of the third child and the collective honor of 09, I can't hold back. I will call Ling Yun now to see if she is free tonight."

After Ding Ning finished speaking with a smile, he called Ling Yun.

The result made him very disappointed, Ling Yun couldn't come to the reunion with his classmates at night.

If Ling Yun didn't come, Ding Ning really didn't want to participate in this networking event, but since Zhang Haifeng had already agreed, he couldn't go back on his word.

The evening finally came in the midst of Zhang Haifeng and Wu Xian's life. As soon as he returned to the dormitory after class, Zhang Haifeng began to dress up. His hair was combed meticulously, and it shone like lard, and he even put on a pink shirt and a black shirt. The overalls look like a wealthy young master in the 1950s and 1960s.

Even Wu Xian, the sullen guy, put on hairspray, and specially put on a pair of more elegant gold-rimmed glasses, and put on a shirt and trousers that he would not normally wear, making him look like a business elite.

Ding Ning couldn't agree with the unique taste of these two roommates, and offered some suggestions for reference, but Zhang Haifeng, who felt good about himself, was speechless.

Probably due to limited funds, this time Zhang Haifeng did not dare to stay in a high-end restaurant like Cuizhuxuan, but chose a mid-range hotel with good quality and low price.

The name of the restaurant is quite vulgar, so I just call it good and come again, but the decoration is quite elegant, and the environment is not bad.

The appointment was at seven o'clock, and the two single dogs took Ding Ning to the reserved private room Furong Pavilion before half past six and waited.

Watching the two nervously running out one after another waiting eagerly, Ding Ning fiddled with his phone in boredom.

He hadn't logged in to the Weibo account that Zhao Xin forcibly registered when he was in college, and he was idle anyway, so he logged in and took a look.

But as soon as he logged in, he was taken aback. His Weibo fans already had more than two million followers.

What surprised him the most was that the video of treating Wang Guoliang in southern Yunnan was posted on Weibo, with tens of millions of comments.

Looking at the time, the video was uploaded on August 30th, the day when Wang Guoliang was treated.

This made Monk Zhang Er puzzled. He hadn't logged into Weibo for almost two years. Who logged into his Weibo and uploaded the video on August 30th?

His Weibo account was registered by Zhao Xin with his identity information. Several roommates knew the account password. Could it be that one of them logged in and uploaded it?

Zhao Xin must have done it. Ding Ning was speechless and uploaded his treatment video on his Weibo. Isn't this Wang Po selling melons and boasting?

He felt feverish on his face, grandma's Zhao Xin, the next time he sees him, he will have to pour the shit out of him.

Ding Ning clicked on the comments patiently. What made him feel a little relieved was that, except for a few black fans, the rest of the comments were basically one-sided praises.

In particular, a die-hard fan named Yu Guotianqing, who is also the head of his fan support group, fought against Heizi with sharp words and defended him extremely.

Rain or shine? Could it be Shen Muqing? Shen Muqing's figure like an orchid in an empty valley suddenly appeared in Ding Ning's mind, and his heart suddenly ached.

Regardless of whether it was her or not, Ding Ning still clicked Mutual Follow for the sake of her protection of him.

Hesitating for a moment, Aite @雨过天清: Thank you and all fans for your support, thank you!

"Here they come!"

Zhang Haifeng called out excitedly, and pulled Ding Ning out to greet him.

Ding Ning turned off the phone casually, and went out cooperatively. The three girls who had been dressed quietly walked side by side, like a beautiful landscape, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

On the left is a short-haired girl in a red one-piece miniskirt, with a big bust, a thin waist and a slim buttocks, and a hot figure.

On the right is a shawl-haired girl with a slender figure and a quiet temperament wearing a denim skirt and a white lace cardigan.

The one in the middle... Ding Ning was dumbfounded, it turned out to be the narcissistic girl who suspected that she wanted to date him in the library.

It's just that today's narcissistic girl doesn't wear her old black-rimmed glasses, but wears a snow-white princess dress. Her cloud-like hair is tied behind her neck, revealing her slender and fair neck like a white swan.

The face that can be blown can be broken is as delicate as a porcelain doll, the long black eyelashes are flickering, and a pair of crystal clear eyes like black crystals are looking at him with a smile.