Chapter 86: Speechless

What? For a moment, the three members of the Ma family did not understand what she meant.

Gu Zhuo tilted her head. "You want me to treat him?"

"Of course," Zhang Xiaolei said with a look that seemed to ask what else could she possibly mean. "Since you said you could cure him, then you surely can, can't you?"

Gu Zhuo could not help glancing at her.

From her experience, this kind of family member who clung to the belief that "you are a doctor, so you must cure the patient" often ...

Relying on the stability in midfield, the Carpi players grew more and more uncomfortable, and within a few minutes even breaking through midfield became a problem.

Because of excessive blood loss, Zhou Nan's face was a little paler than usual, but before the cameras he still maintained an air of calm detachment. First, in front of the lens, he analyzed what Barbeni had said before firing, including the findings of the police investigation, and then stated that he had no intention of pursuing the matter further.

"All the work has been prepared." Early that morning, Yun Shichen brought them this good news.

Gu Yun's expression shifted, and he too headed toward the tavern. Inside were people of every sort and description, and it seemed there was fine spiritual liquor here, enough to intoxicate even cultivators.

He fell back onto the bed, closed his eyes, and even set an alarm for eleven fifty-nine.

A group of people were somewhat surprised. In this era, it was rare for a commander to take the initiative and ask for the opinions of his subordinates, but after looking at one another, they still shouted in unison.

Dai Xiao knew that within the group, promotion and appointment had always followed Huang Lianhong's principle of valuing talent without regard to convention. Precisely because of that, the group had been able to develop to this point.

Though he had become much steadier, vanity was still vanity. Xu Dabao was not a man who walked the path of officialdom, and when comparing himself with others, he did not measure who had the higher office or greater power. He only compared himself with the people of the underworld. In the county now, everyone had to show Xu Dabao some face.

"Hey, thanks. Want to grab a drink?" As she spoke, Liu Mengyao strode into the coffee shop.

With this imperial decree in hand, the battalion commander happily led his men forward to seize it, and several guards of the National Defense Army could not hold them back.

Jian Haolin, who was fighting Zhai Qiu, was also greatly startled by the eighteen King Realm powerhouses before him.

Although no master-servant contract or anything of the sort had ever been signed between them, there were some things whose existence or absence no longer mattered to either side.

Tang Ling gave a slight nod, then closed her eyes and transformed into a silver-white longsaber, nearly ten centimeters longer than Xin Ruoling's red sabre.

With a figure of such heaven-defying combat power as Ji Lingshang, whether the Gong family and the Jin family existed or not was of little importance.

Faced with Ji Silin's fluent and polished speech, many of the generals turned away in disgust, unwilling to look at him directly. Some even went so far as to cover their ears, openly showing their displeasure and contempt through their actions.

The sound echoed across the heavens like a silver pitcher shattering, filling all who heard it with an involuntary sense of dread.

He could even anticipate France's Plan D and cut off the Allied forces from behind; he could also foresee Britain's generator plan and preemptively bomb Dunkirk to destroy it.

But the moment I opened my mouth, I felt something was wrong. If she had merely fallen into the water and died, Grandfather would not have spoken with such tension.

Yet recently, ever since he had come under Qi Tianshou's command, he had seen more experts than in all the thousand years before combined. Could it be that the age of upheaval, when heroes rose on every side, had come again?

To an outsider, it was hard to tell whether an illness had truly improved or not; they could only judge by spirit, and from that alone they could see that Mr. Mei was much better than before.

After a quarter of an hour, Dian Wei finally caught his breath and stared fiercely at Zhao Feng. He had to admit that he was no match for the man before him at all.

With everyone gathered like this, only one from the younger generation had come, Yuan Feifei, while the middle generation had arrived in full force. Thus the old residence, which had long been somewhat quiet, truly became lively at last.