Wu Sheng starts from strengthening

Chapter 117 Follow-up
Hearing Lin Mingke's words, Lin Yi couldn't help but think of the strong, scarred man under her just now. While a little blush appeared on his face, he became worried about Pan Ye's injury.

Worried about their injuries, the aunt and nephew came to the side room together. Lin Yi's eyes first fell on Lao Zhang's hideous wound, and his face was filled with worry.

After all, from the looks of it, Lao Zhang was more seriously injured than Pan Ye.

In the previous fight, he took Chixue Pill and fought with Han Ning for dozens of rounds, and was finally punched in the chest by him.

Fortunately, his body has been strengthened by Chixue Pill, unlike another priest holding a mandarin duck axe, which directly opened a big hole, but was deeply sunken, ribs pierced his chest, and his entire upper body was twisted and deformed.

Blood was still oozing from the pierced wound. Seeing Lao Zhang whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, the doctors could only straighten his ribs to stop the bleeding.

But how could Han Ning's punch remaining in Lao Zhang's heart be so easily dispelled? As soon as Lang Zhong reached out and touched a certain scar on Lao Zhang's chest, a violent force blew his right hand into pieces.

"what!"

Lang Zhong was just an ordinary person, physically weak, his right palm was blown off by the blow, and he couldn't help crying out in pain, rolling all over the floor.

Lin Mingke took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and tapped the doctor's severed palm, a faint green color flowed, helping him stop the bleeding, while the other doctors who were stunned by the side hurried forward to bandage the wounds of their colleagues.

"What's going on? This didn't happen when I bandaged Master Zhang's other wounds just now."

Broken Palm Lang Zhong's face was pale, and he couldn't help saying in horror.

"They are all ordinary people, in the end they are inexperienced."

Not only the doctors, but even Lin Mingke herself didn't expect this to happen. She frowned, and this thought flashed in her mind.

She stretched out a finger tentatively, and touched Lao Zhang's wound, and the brilliance flowed.

"Boom~"

As soon as the traces of spiritual energy penetrated into Lao Zhang's chest, the punch was like a shark smelling blood, strangling him.

A long and narrow wound a few centimeters long appeared on Lin Mingke's white index finger, and the dark red blood trickled down the fingertip to the ground.

Fortunately, it was only touched, and Lin Ming's spiritual energy flowed in his body, and the bleeding was quickly stopped.

"You guys take care of the other wounds for Uncle Zhang first, and wait for the masters of the Qingmu gang to come and talk about the one on the chest."

Lin Mingke gave an order lightly.

"Sister-in-law, how is Uncle Zhang doing?"

"The injury was serious, but he couldn't die in a short time."

Lin Yi nodded heavily, and turned her gaze to Pan Ye, who was lying down opposite Lao Zhang, and could no longer look away.

She hurried to Pan Ye's side, stretched out a pair of small hands and gently stroked Pan Ye's chest covered with black and blue fist marks.

Two white-haired doctors surrounded Pan Ye, applying medicine and bandaging.

To say that in this ancient world similar to Huaguo, the level of surgery is really not very good.

The truly miraculous means of healing depends on the medical skills of the Taoist sect or various precious wound medicines.

So the doctors just took out the best wound medicine from the Lin family to clean the wounds of Pan Ye and Lao Zhang, apply the medicine, and bandage the wounds.

"Yi'er."

Lin Mingke looked at Lin Yi's expression, gently tugged at her sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Don't be too affectionate, he is only a ninth-rank priest in Lin's mansion, and others will be suspicious .”

After hearing this, Lin Yi quickly restrained the expression on his face, but he couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.

He was worried about Lao Zhang's life and death, and also worried about Pan Ye's injury.

……

Time passed slowly, five days later.

Pan Ye, who was sleeping deeply, felt something wet licking his cheeks in a daze. It was itchy, hot, and soft.

There were bursts of soreness, numbness, itching, all kinds of strange and painful sensations in the limbs.

"What? It's itchy."

"Ha Qiu!"

The boy couldn't help but sneezed and opened his eyes.

What caught the eye was a fluffy, round little head.

"Meow~"

Tangyuan's little pink nose was aimed at his cheek, sticking out a small tongue like a brush, licking happily on his face.

Seeing that Pan Ye was awake, it rubbed its head against Pan Ye's face and let out a brisk meow.

Pan Ye smelled the faint fragrance from the pillow, and then looked at the decoration in the room, it was obviously not his home.

Could it be Lin Yi's boudoir?

Well, Lin Yi's boudoir should not be so simple...

Pan Ye was not surprised why the little guy appeared beside his pillow. Seven or eight days ago, he told Tang Yuan that he would come to Lin Manor to protect Lin Yi.

Since I haven't returned for many days, the clever Tangyuan will definitely find Shanglin's mansion.

"you're awake."

Lin Yi next door heard the movement, pushed the door open and entered, her face was full of joy and surprise,

"The doctor said that it will take seven days for you to wake up."

"Where is Uncle Zhang, how is Uncle Zhang doing?"

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhang was picked up by the Qingmu gang, and his life is safe."

Pan Ye struggled to sit up.

"Is the injury better?"

"Where have you been during this time? Not even a single message was sent back to the mansion."

"Also, your face?"

Lin Yi's questions poured out like a cannonball, which made Pan Ye's head twitch.

"Oh yes, your book fee."

She untied the small purse from her waist and handed it to Pan Ye.

After thanking him, Pan Ye avoided Lin Yizhuo's gaze and asked about the follow-up situation of the Lin family.

The weather was getting warmer, and Lin Yi was wearing a goose-yellow embroidered dress. When she heard Pan Ye avoid her question, she pursed her lips, a little reluctantly, and told him the details.

Lao Zhang was taken away by the Aoki gang that night because of his serious injuries. Pan Ye was slightly injured, and the Aoki gang left some good wound medicine and left.

When Mrs. Lin heard about Han Ning's sneaking in, she was furious. She called three other eighth-rank warriors from nowhere, and called the third master who was away to guard the Lin mansion.

Fortunately, the third master didn't know Pan Ye's identity, and Mrs. Lin also concealed his identity for him, otherwise he would have been snapped by the third master when he was unconscious.

"The Lin residence can't stay here any longer. If you want to say where the safest place is, it's the safest little house that the ancestors and masters personally arranged the phantom array."

He originally wanted to visit Lao Zhang, but then he thought about it, in his current state, he walked like a patient suffering from a ventilatory attack, not to mention visiting Lao Zhang, he couldn't even hold the chopsticks steadily for eating.

Pan Ye temporarily bid farewell to Lin Yi on the grounds that he had something important to do.

After coaxing the girl who was so pouty that she could hang a soy sauce bottle, and declining her suggestion to send an escort, Pan Ye limped out of the Lin residence.

He was just an ordinary Ninth Rank priest who was injured in the battle, but he didn't attract much attention from the people in the Lin family.

In the fierce fight with Han Ning that night, he not only used the explosive seeds of the True Yang Body Training Method, but also took the Red Blood Pill. Under the double torture, there was no place in Pan Ye's body that did not feel severe pain.

(End of this chapter)