Xiao Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes and found Yan Zhen and Yuan Lie sitting next to him.
"You're awake!"
"What's wrong with me?" Xiao Zhuo asked confused.
"You fainted after Master Xingyun left. Brother Zhen took you back to the military aircraft..." Yuan Lie said.
Only then did Xiao Zhuo understand what happened.
After using Ten Thousand Swords Guizong three times in a row, the true energy in his body was depleted, so it would be strange if he didn't faint.
He suddenly took out his cell phone and saw that the time on it was just 7 a.m., and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry! The wedding won't be held until noon, let's take a rest!" Yan Zhen said.
"No need! Let's go now!" Xiao Zhuo got up and got out of bed.
Just then, a voice came from behind, "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry!"
The three of them looked up and saw a white-haired old man carrying a cane and wearing a military uniform walking slowly towards them.
Behind him was a tall and powerful man in uniform.
General rank!
Xiao Zhuo took a quick look and saw that it was Mr. Yan!
He quickly stopped and straightened up, saluting a standard military salute.
"Old Yan!"
Mr. Yan nodded, with a commanding smile on his face.
"Xiao Zhuo, I heard that you defeated Hua Yingxiong, and you really didn't disappoint me!"
"Thank you, Mr. Yan, for the compliment!"
Although he said this, Xiao Zhuo still had lingering fears.
If Nebula hadn't come to his aid in time, he might have been the one who died.
In that case, there would be no chance to see Ye Jing.
Yan Zhen helped Mr. Yan to the chair next to him.
"Xiao Zhuo, you have made great contributions in quelling the chaos on the border. What reward do you want?"
"Mr. Yan, I just completed the task you assigned me, I don't need any reward!"
Mr. Yan raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Are you serious about this?"
"really!"
Mr. Yan nodded with satisfaction, "Okay! Then there will be no reward!"
Depend on!
If you say you won’t get a prize, then you really won’t get a prize?
Just to be polite?
As he spoke, Xiao Zhuo cast his eyes on Mr. Yan's legs.
Logically speaking, he is not old enough to use a cane yet.
Under the spiritual consciousness, Xiao Zhuo took a breath of air.
Mr. Yan's entire leg was actually filled with steel nails.
"Mr. Yan, your legs..."
"Oh? Can you see what's wrong with my legs?"
"Yes! If I guessed correctly, there should be 108 steel nails in your legs!"
Hearing what Xiao Zhuo said, a look of surprise flashed across Mr. Yan's face.
"Yan Zhen, did you tell him?"
"I...I didn't!" Yan Zhen waved his hands quickly.
"Good boy, you really have two brushes!" Mr. Yan praised.
"The nails in my grandfather's legs were injured when he was fighting against the beautiful country in North Korea!"
"At that time, a cannonball exploded next to his leg, and the whole leg was bloody and bloody!"
"Grandpa endured the pain, without saying a word, and killed an entire company of enemies!"
"Later, after the war, the blown-out leg bones were recovered and it took a total of 108 nails to put them back together!"
"It's just that every time it rains, my legs feel cold and it's very painful."
Hearing this, Xiao Zhuo was in awe.
Mr. Yan waved his hand, "Don't mention the past anymore!"
"Mr. Yan, I can treat your leg injury!"
Yan Lao's expression changed.
"What did you say?"
"I said I am very sure that I can cure your leg injury!"
Mr. Yan frowned slightly, "Xiao Zhuo, are you kidding me? Even China's most powerful medical skills can't do anything about it. What can you do?"
Although Mr. Yan was full of doubts, hope arose in his heart.
For decades, he had been suffering from leg injuries that caused him excruciating pain every rainy day.
"There is no problem in curing it, but it may take a while! About three months!"
Three months!
Mr. Yan's eyes widened.
Let alone three months, as long as it can be cured, he is willing to take even three years!
This feeling is like a widow who has been widowed for decades and God suddenly gives him a man.
"Xiao Zhuo, if you can heal grandpa's leg injury, I..."
"What are you doing?" Xiao Zhuo looked at Yan Zhen expectantly.
"I'll treat you to a big dinner!"
cut!
tantalize!
Can’t the labor and management afford a big meal?
"Mr. Yan, let's start now!" Xiao Zhuo took out the golden needle and clasped it in his hand.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of golden needles were covered in Yan Lao's injured leg.
"How does it feel?"
Mr. Yan shook his head.
Xiao Zhuo frowned and even the rejuvenation acupuncture was useless. It seemed that the injury was really serious.
"Xiao Zhuo, are you okay?" Yan Zhen asked.
groove!
Who can say that it can’t be done!
Believe it or not, labor and management will knock you out!
"Shut your mouth!"
Xiao Zhuo gathered the Chaos Qi in his palms and immediately began to slap on Yan Lao's injured leg.
Seeing this scene, everyone looked puzzled.
"Xiao Zhuo, have you ever worked in a foot bath city?" Yuan Lie couldn't help but ask.
Because this action is so professional!
Xiao Zhuo was too lazy to talk to him.
Idiot!
This is bliss massage, okay!
As the chaotic energy continued to be injected, the expression on Mr. Yan's face changed slightly.
"Mr. Yan, do you feel it now?"
"Yes! I feel a warmth!"
"I have just restored the nerves in your legs, so you can feel!"
"I am 100% sure that I can cure you now!"
Mr. Yan's expression changed, "Then let's get started!"
Xiao Zhuo turned around and ordered Yan Zhen, "Help me get the alcohol lamp and disinfection tools!"
Yan Zhen didn't think much and brought it with sweating profusely.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Zhuo said, "Help me get another scalpel!"
"Fuck! Can you finish it all at once! What else do you need!"
"That's all!"
"When I'm working for your grandfather, you talk so much nonsense!" Xiao Zhuo scolded.
Yan Zhen's eyes widened.
Uncle's!
Actually taking advantage of labor!
The scalpel will be brought soon.
Xiao Zhuo burned the scalpel on the alcohol lamp, and then asked Yan Zhen and Yuan Lie, "Do you two want to step aside?"
"Avoidance? Why avoid it?"
"I'm afraid you two will be scared!"
"You're kidding! Brother, you haven't experienced a hail of bullets, how could you be scared?" Yuan Lie shouted.
"Xiao Zhuo! You look down on others too much! Let's start quickly!" Yan Zhen urged.
"Okay! This is what you said!"
Xiao Zhuo picked up the scalpel and stretched it towards Mr. Yan's leg.
"Wait a minute!" Yan Zhen stopped him quickly.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Are you planning to operate on grandpa?"
"Asking even though you know it!" Xiao Zhuo said impatiently.
"But we don't have the conditions for surgery here. We don't even have anesthesia, and there are no tools to stop bleeding!" Yan Zhen looked in disbelief.
"Anesthetics and hemostatic tools are only needed by ordinary doctors, not by a miracle doctor like me!"
Seeing Xiao Zhuo's proud look, Yan Zhen wanted to slap him in the face.
"Yan Zhen, no need to say more, I believe in Xiao Zhuo!"
"Let's get started!"
Xiao Zhuo nodded, and then used a scalpel to cut a half-meter-long incision on Mr. Yan's leg.
When they saw the bloody scene, Yan Zhen and Yuan Lie were so frightened that they trembled all over.
But the most shocking thing is that it is filled with nails.
Ordinary people simply cannot bear such pain.
Mr. Yan is simply the God of War!
At this time, the two people's faces were full of reverence, and they subconsciously saluted a military salute.