Just as he was thinking, Chen Fan felt a shadow pressing over his head. Then, Chen Fan felt his neck, butt and feet being grabbed by several hands stretched out from him. What was even more excessive was that a pair of rough big hands actually reached under his butt.

That's all right, Chen Fan immediately shouted: "Slow down, slow down! Don't touch me. I just had some brain deficiency blood supply, so I fainted intermittently. Now there's nothing wrong."

"Oh, I'm awake. I thought you were dead?" Wei Kai suppressed his anger. He had never seen such a person before. A good live broadcast was ruined like this. Maybe he would have to pay for it.

The referee showed a concerned expression on his face: "Master Chen, how do you feel? What is this?" After saying that, he made a gesture of charity.

"Scatter, spread! They all disperse. Give Master Chen a little air, don't wait to faint again because you lack oxygen." Sun Dafei shouted from the side.

The media reporters were a little excited, and all the long guns and short cannons were stabbed, which was blocked by the staff of the boxing gym. Even so, there was still a fish that slipped through the net, and a high-definition 4K camera lens almost stuffed into Chen Fan's mouth. The thick cannon lens. Alas...

"This is it!" Chen Fan replied angrily, "Who do you look down on me?" It's okay to slap it. What about 2?"

The referee was stunned for a moment, then pushed away the crowd: "It's okay for everyone to go on. Master Chen is fine."

With the referee's command, soon only Chen Fan, Sun Dafei and the referee were left on the ring. Wei Kai was very excited and ordered to his subordinates: "Everyone cheer me up. If you start over again, I will master the live broadcast footage. You must take pictures of the wonderful scenes for me."

Chen Fan had already stood up at this time, his head was still a little swollen and painful. It was not a joke to inject so much knowledge.

Sun Dafei moved again, taking small steps unique to boxing, and occasionally waving his fists, a left hook and a right hook. He stared at Chen Fan with a fierce look.

The referee asked again: "Master Chen, what happened to you just now? Can you continue the game? Wouldn't you faint after waiting?"

Chen Fan gave the referee a blank look and could see that the referee had a bad impression of himself. However, Chen Fan didn't care and said with a chuckle: "Let's wait for me to take a break. Or, let's change the time and play again. I have a problem with my practice recently."

What to compare? His golden finger is medical. If he compares medical skills, Chen Fan believes that he will not be afraid of anyone, but at his current level. Chen Fan can proudly say that he is an expert. But he does not know martial arts.

Chen Fan was a little annoyed. Lao Liu's idiot is so stupid. He has to be a liar. He has to be a master of medical skills. What about Feng Shui masters, masters of physiognomy and Tai Chi masters. He is also the leader of the direct sect, and the hidden family.

Chen Fan felt resentment in his heart, and he had already decided that he had really met the idiot Lao Liu, which would definitely make him die ugly.

"This..." The referee was a little embarrassed. He was just a referee, not the organizer, and it was not something he could decide on rescheduling.

At this moment, Wei Kai stepped over the ring, walked in, walked straight to Chen Fan, and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to do? Don't forget that you took the money."

Chen Fan glanced at Wei Kai and said, "Why is Mr. Wei so angry? Judging from Mr. Wei's complexion, he seems to have a strong liver fire. Are you feeling a little weak on weekdays? This is a sign of kidney yang deficiency. Eat more pork kidneys in the future."

Wei Kai stopped talking to Chen Fan. At this time, Wei Kai's expression looked like the expression that the other party didn't want to talk to you and threw a piece of shit at you.

As the chief controller, Wei Kai directly said to the referee: "Old Jiang, can you do it? Are you still an international referee? In a word, you must start!"

Before Referee Jiang could speak, Chen Fan sighed and said, "Then let me take it as abstaining."

The referee widened his eyes. He was a little confused about Chen Fan's routine and operations. He was so sexy. He had been a fighting referee for more than ten years. He was the first time he saw a master like Chen Fan. He didn't want shame? Other masters at least went up and waved a few times. Although he was beaten to a bruised nose, he still had the courage to face the tragedy. But this guy was fine. He didn't say it at first, but now he has just abstained from it?

"Confirm!" Chen Fan nodded seriously.

Hearing this, Sun Dafei walked up with a smug look on his face, his eyes were very sharp, and he stared at Chen Fan and said, "I really look down on you for fame and honor."

The referee also moved, and he was about to make the final judgment. He first took Sun Dafei's hand, and then reached out to prepare to pull Chen Fan.

The referee felt a little funny. These masters are really ridiculous nowadays. The videos are filmed like myths. They are very knowledgeable. But none of them will not lose their chains at critical moments. It is better to say less about martial arts or national skills in the future. The face of Kung Fu has been lost by these people.

However, what the referee did not expect was that Chen Fan not only did not cooperate and stretched out his hand, but instead took a small step. Looking at Sun Dafei, Chen Fan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Sun Dafei's body looked very strong, but his complexion was a little sallow. Between the bulging muscles on his body, tiny red dots could be seen on the skin, like spider moles. His pupils were also slightly yellow.

Now, a distance of one or two meters, you can faintly smell Sun Dafei emits a very different odor, some of which look like body odor, but it is different from body odor.

This is the smell of liver. There are tiny bleeding spots on the body, the skin is sallow and the pupils are slightly yellow. Seeing Sun Dafei talking, the tongue coating is thick and heavy. This is a sign of liver disease. Chen Fan felt that it was particularly magical. Looking at Sun Dafei and the referee, many things appeared in his mind. It seemed that this was something he knew.

In addition to these, because Sun Dafei has been practicing martial arts for many years, Chen Fan also found that Sun Dafei had some secret injuries on his body. These injuries seemed to be nothing, but they were just not stimulated.

Chen Fan had the identity of a master of traditional Chinese medicine and a medical expert. At this moment, Chen Fan found that he didn't need to disguise himself as before. He didn't need any paper. Various professional knowledge emerged in his mind.

"It's not that I don't compare, there's really no need for this." Chen Fan slowly spoke under the gaze of the two. Then he said to Sun Dafei: "Mr. Sun, do you have frequent exercises and stinging pain in the right liver, like needles. Recently, my diet has also tended to be light. Then there are symptoms such as drowsiness, listlessness, and oil disgust?"

Chen Fan thought about it and decided to take a gamble. The coma just now was not an hallucination, and the knowledge in his mind was not an hallucination. Since he had this judgment, he should not be wrong.

Sun Dafei's expression changed as he heard this. He chuckled and said, "What do Master Chen want to say? Are I sick? I'm just overtraining and some muscle strains. After so many years of high-intensity training and competitions, who has not had any injuries? Didn't Brother Xiaolong die young because of excessive training and electricity stimulating his muscles? Isn't this nothing?"

Sun Dafei disdained Chen Fan’s current behavior. He is really not a man. If he loses, he still needs to make excuses? Let you tell me the truth today and say a flower. I will not agree.
Chapter completed!