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Martial arts. Does it work?

The answer was yes.

A car sped down the road.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!" The man with facial paralysis continuously coughed. Poof! He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The car was filled with an unbearable fishy smelling.

"Brother Hao, how are you feeling now?" the people in the car hurriedly asked after seeing his condition.

"It does not matter!" Though he said that, his complexion was really pale and not at all ruddy. He was obviously seriously hurt.

The road in front seemed to go on forever. Hurry up! The car spurted out again as he sped up. They were on a highway seriously speeding.

Wang Yao went to the home of Pan Jun's uncle to give medicine and treat him. The treatment went successful.