The first-level Zhaohua Thousand-level Hall

Chapter 22 Goodbye
Xu's father did not forget that Xu Qingluo was still entangled in those rumors until now, he took his daughter out today, in fact, he wanted Xu Qingluo to go around more and change his mood.

"I, my father who is fine, didn't I say that I want to see a doctor? Let's go in quickly, don't delay. "

Xu Qingluo came to his senses completely, and almost didn't need to worry about it, he guessed that the real patient today must be Lang Cheng. Moreover, thinking about the rumors about Lang Sheng in his previous life, and thinking about Lang Cheng's leg disease In time, Xu Qingluo's five fingers sank deeply into her palm, and she only hoped that there was still time for everything.

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"Uncle Xu, the injury on brother's leg is rotten to the bone, the blood is black, and no wound medicine will help, woo woo woo, brother has been like this for several days, woo woo, Uncle Xu, Xu Uncle, you must save my elder brother."

Lang Wei took Xu Liang's hand and led him into the room, but his eyes were red again, he was choking, almost weeping.

Xu Liang looked solemn: "Don't worry, your elder brother is my savior, and I, Xu Liang, will definitely do my best."

Xu Liang didn't realize that Xu Qingluo's complexion was already dark and heavy behind him.

There was even some mist in the eyes that people couldn't see through.

The smell in the room made people feel stuck, the smell of blood, and a rotten smell, mixed with the smell of medicine, mixed into a suffocating smell that was even more suffocating than Yang Yunping's room at that time.

At that time, Xu Qingluo felt that the environment at Yang Yunping's place should be worse, and he was full of gloating, but now Xu Qingluo, in such an environment, felt his heart tightened all of a sudden.

Especially when she saw what the man on the bed was doing.

What came to my ears was a piercing rubbing sound. Even if that person was half leaning on the bed, he could still see that he was much taller than ordinary people. Even if he lowered his head and his hair covered half of his face, he could still see To that hard and resolute outline.

In the past, when Xu Qingluo dreamed back at midnight, there was such a vague face.

But at this moment, this familiar yet unfamiliar person is holding a sharp dagger, cutting down on that bloody leg. You can tell from the amount of bleeding on the leg that he cut it twice. down.

"stop!"

"stop it now!"

Xu Liang and Xu Qingluo spoke out at the same time. Xu Liang's face was full of disapproval, while Xu Qingluo's face was filled with hatred. He hurried forward two steps, waved his hand to snatch the dagger from the man's palm, and angrily shouted: "You Don't want your legs!"

Bone scraping to heal wounds has indeed existed since ancient times.

But let's not talk about the pain that he endured, even if he really endured the pain, not all the poisonous injuries can be cured, and more, on the contrary, he suffered heavy injuries in addition to the poisonous injuries.

"Since the doctor you found, why did you decide on your own without waiting for the doctor's diagnosis and treatment? Do you know how many important meridian points are on the human leg? Do you know that if the human leg lacks a certain amount of flesh? If you don’t have enough weight, you won’t be able to grow well anymore! If you become disabled, then others will say that my father is a quack doctor, who should we turn to!”

Xu Qingluo felt a wave of depression lingering in his chest, as long as he thought of Langcheng's crippled leg in his previous life, of this man dragging his crippled leg to protect himself time and time again, and of the words he was ridiculed by many people, including her, as a lame general , the nose became sore for a while, and I couldn't help reprimanding impulsively.

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Lang Sheng raised his head, revealing a handsome face that was as pale as paper but did not hide his majesty.

(End of this chapter)