Princess Against the World

The group of people carrying Hao Lehe almost threw him away.

No one thought that they would meet Ling Luoyu here.

Everyone's eyes were aimed at Xi Chou at the same time, guessing the relationship between him and Ling Luoyu.

Xi Qiu didn't care about this, and after a rough inspection of Hao Lehe, his brows were furrowed.

"Gravity causes trauma! Gong Kuan, how did he get hurt?"

Gong Kuan instantly sweated: "Uh... I fell... I fell from the mountain..."

As he spoke, he aimed at Ling Luoyu, for fear that she would expose the fight.

"Why didn't you find your master?"

After students pass the assessment to become brown robe disciples, they will be assigned to special teachers to study.

Then, according to the increase of the level, they will also gradually change to higher masters.

Hao Lehe, Gong Kuan and others are not directly under the management of Xi Chou, that's why he asked such a question.

Gong Kuan murmured back: "Master is not here... We searched for a long time before we found out that he was out! We had no choice but to trouble Xi to teach him..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly smiled, no wonder he was struggling to find a doctor now.

Looking at Hao Lehe's face, he has already stepped into the gate of hell!

Xi Chou frowned slightly: "I'll try my best! Gong Kuan, come in and fight me!"

Gong Kuan was even more sweaty: "Master Xi, I can't do it! I'm timid..."

Xi Chou's eyes suddenly turned cold: "How can I do it for him alone? Or you guys will take it away and find another Gao Ming!"

He turned to go.

Gong Kuan's face turned pale.

Everyone could see that Hao Lehe was dying.

If you leave again, you probably don't need to seek medical treatment, just carry it and bury it.

Ling Luoyu's eyes were slightly cold, and he took a step forward: "If the old man doesn't dislike it, I will come!"

She suddenly realized that she had overlooked a question, why the fragments of the black tripod would become the old man's discard.

The fragments he held were one-fifth the size of the black tripod, the largest one.

In the hands of Mo Xuanchen, the fragments were auction treasures, in the hands of the students they were in and out pocket cards, and only in the hands of Xi Chou was a piece of trash.

Why?

That's why she doesn't hesitate to reveal her strength.

Xi Qiu turned his head: "Have you studied medicine?"

"I know a little bit, the craftsmanship passed down by the family! It's just that I don't learn it well!"

The disciples who can enter the Lun Dao Academy have more or less a skill.

Her explanation makes perfect sense.

Xi Chou stopped talking nonsense, and asked Gong Kuan and others to send Hao Lehe into the cottage and closed the door.

"Help him treat the wound, I'll go get the medicine..."

After entering the room, Ling Luoyu discovered the strangeness of the room.

This turned out to be an alchemy room.

Strangely, there was no scent of medicinal pills in the room, as if it had not been concocted for a long time.

However, the furnace for refining medicine was spotless, and it didn't look like it had not been refining for a long time.

Xi Chou took the medicine box and turned around to see that Ling Luoyu was restoring Hao Lehe's broken bone.

She grabbed his severed arm with her hand and pressed it fiercely and decisively.

"Crack!"

Broken arm reset!

Xi Chou's eyes trembled.

As soon as the experts make a move, they will know if there is any.

Xi Chou could see that her technique was not lacking in study skills, but rather refined to the bone marrow.

Repositioning a broken bone seems easy, but it is very difficult to do.

Excessive strength or insufficient strength will cause the stubble to not match.

If it is too large, it will cause secondary damage.

If it is too small, the broken bones will not compound in place.

The fractured suture is not completely matched, which has a great impact on the subsequent healing.

However, her eyes were cold, her technique was decisive, and her strength was just right, and she was able to restore Hao Lehe's rough broken bones.

He calmly touched the broken bone, and it really fit perfectly.

"The technique is old-fashioned! Not bad!"