The queen of drama

Chapter 82 Pain

"Boy Ran, come and help me." The old man sat on the window sill panting, as if he was very tired.

Jun Moran pushed the wheelchair and went to help him carry the burden. Feeling the weight of the burden, Jun Moran frowned: "What is so heavy?"

"It's all for your legs!" The old man jumped into the room from the window sill, and then began to rummage through his baggage: "This is a saw, for sawing your bones, and this is a file, for crushing your bones. These are iron tongs, which clamp your bones, and these are hammers..."

The old man was very interested, but Jun Moran's scalp tingled when he heard that one thing: "Okay, don't introduce it, let's start directly."

The old man raised his eyebrows, this kid is fine, he deliberately frightened him, but he is not afraid.

"You have really thought about it." The old man dropped the tool in his hand, looked at him suddenly and said solemnly: "The chance of success of this treatment is not high, less than [-]%. Once it fails, you will never again." The opportunity has stood up!"

Jun Moran glared at him with a black face: "Why are there so many nonsense, can it be cured?"

The old man stared at him for a long time, but he didn't see him flinching in the slightest. He nodded, pointed to the couch next to him and said, "Yes, I'll treat you now, and you can lie down on the couch."

Jun Moran didn't speak any more, got up from the wheelchair, and walked towards the small couch step by step with difficulty.

Even though the pain was so painful that he wanted to die, he still enjoyed it. Maybe after today, he really would never have the chance to stand up again.But no matter how slim the chance is, he still has to try.

He wanted her so badly that he was going crazy.

Thinking of Hua Raoyue, Jun Moran's eyes became firmer, he walked to the small couch, and lay down straight down.

"Take off your pants." The old man fiddled with tools without raising his head.

Jun Moran frowned, but obediently took off his pants.

The old man came over with the Ma Fei powder, but Jun Moran shook his head: "No need, you can come directly."

The old man froze for a moment, frowned and looked at Jun Moran, seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he followed him again: "Then the old man will start, and it will hurt so much that you doubt your life, hold it back!"

Jun Moran soon felt that his leg had been cut open by a knife, and his jaw was clenched in pain.

The old man cut Jun Moran's two legs apart, and then began to straighten his misplaced bones. The whole process of twisting the bones was so painful that Jun Moran suspected that he was alive.

The old man moved his hands quickly, but his eyes were aimed at Jun Moran.

Seeing him in such pain, he didn't even grunt.A look of admiration flashed in the old man's eyes.

The old man has never served anyone well in his life, and this kid is definitely one of them. He knows that this kind of inhuman pain can hardly be endured by himself. Several of his previous drug boys died in the middle of the operation. up.

But this kid was able to hold back his silence. He is indeed the legendary figure of King Yan and Nan Yan, whom everyone feared at the time.

As the old man thought about it, the movements of his hands became more and more careful.

The old man smashed the crooked bones and bones, and cleaned up the broken bones.

At the beginning, Jun Moran was in so much pain that she wanted to die, but later she became numb when the pain became extreme.

The whole person was in a trance, as if he saw the father and mother.They seemed to tell him that they were waiting for him, and waiting so hard.

(End of this chapter)