The two of them looked at Huang Chengan, covered in blood, and they really didn't know how to start.
"I can't die, just carry it."
After all, Huang Chengan is also a cultivator, and Chen Feng did not kill him, so he would not die so easily.
As if they saw their concerns, Chen Feng added: "If they die, they will look for me."
When he heard this, the two men raised their heads and legs, Huang Chengan's back was pressed to the ground and then carried away.
Seeing them off, Jin Feng looked at Chen Feng and lowered his head in shame: "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't guard this place well, I'm embarrassing you."
Jin Feng was a little guilty, it would be great if his legs were not wasted.
"This is not your fault." Chen Feng knew in his heart that all this was because of his reasons.
Looking at Jin Feng who was blaming himself, Chen Feng pressed his legs slightly hard: "How are your legs doing these two days? What are the changes?"
Lifting his legs, Jin Feng showed a shy smile on his face: "I feel much better. I didn't have that in the morning before, and I've felt it again these two days."
When something happened to his legs, what he felt most sorry for was his parents. He could not complete the task of inheriting the family line and could not let them hold their grandson.
Chen Feng used his spiritual energy to carefully feel the changes in Jin Feng's legs, and he already knew in his heart.
Chen Feng pushed Jin Feng into the villa, and at the same time called Jishitang and asked Mr. Qin to arrange for someone to send some medicinal herbs.
When Mr. Qin heard Chen Feng's voice, he couldn't believe it, and his excited voice trembled slightly.
Knowing that Chen Feng needed medicinal materials and needed someone to help, he immediately threw down the work at hand and rushed over with his people and things.
"Chen Feng, is it really you?" Old Qin was so excited that he was unparalleled: "It's really good that you're fine, I, Jishitang, those people..."
"I know everything." Chen Feng felt warm in his heart when he looked at the old man in front of him who was sincerely worried about him.
"Next, I will apply acupuncture to treat Jin Feng's legs. These medicinal herbs are boiled according to the recipe I wrote. I will use them in two hours."
Mr. Qin asked Han Hao to take them to decoct medicine, and he had to follow Chen Feng's request word by word.
After they went out, Chen Feng pointed at Jin Feng's leg and asked Mr. Qin: "Old Qin, what do you think is the reason for his leg?"
"I have also seen Xiaofeng's legs countless times. It should be caused by the obstruction of meridians and the trauma and compression in other parts of the body. But I have checked them countless times, except for Xiaofeng's body with both legs, there is no problem."
This is the most painful thing for Old Qin. If the lesions could be found, Jin Feng's legs would have been cured long ago.
"The reason for this part is more because there are poisonous insects in Jin Feng's body."
"Gu insect?" Old Qin was a little surprised. He had never thought about this.
"Is it the witchcraft on the other side of a mountain with a hundred thousand miles?"
If it really has something to do with witchcraft, it is no wonder that Mr. Qin couldn't see it.
He didn't have much contact with the insects, and most of them were told by his old friends.
Chen Feng didn't say anything more and gave Jin Feng a thumb-sized pill.
As the pills began to work, Jin Feng felt dizzy. Chen Feng and Mr. Qi were in front of him, but he felt like he was covered in a layer of fog and could not see anything clearly.
"Don't do anything, don't think about anything."
Chen Feng's voice clearly reached Jin Feng's ears, carrying a strange force that made him quiet quickly.
Chen Feng used his spiritual energy to support Jin Feng, put him on the bed that had been prepared long ago, and took off his lower body's clothes.
Jin Feng's legs looked nothing wrong, which was also due to the fact that even if something happened to his legs, he did not give up and let it shrink.