The Talented Doctor

As soon as Hexi raised his head, he met Nangongyu's tender eyes and couldn't help but smile at him.

It’s just that, before the two of them have a moment of tenderness, the white tiger, who has never understood what a bad scenery is, can’t help but exclaimed: “This...Is this a broken arm connected?! Brother Ouyang, you...You are now Can the arm move?"

Ouyang Haoxuan was just relieved from the pain at this time, the whole person was like he had just been caught from the water, breathing heavily, and his face pale.

However, the expression on his face was indifferently smiling from beginning to end. Hearing this, he raised his hand and moved his fingers slowly.

At first, it was a little sluggish, and then it became more and more fluid. In the end, he even grabbed a gut string on the side and tied a knot with two fingers.

The fracture of the arm, except for a loop of some ugly sutures, felt completely indistinguishable from a normal arm.

"My God! I actually got a broken arm! How could there be such a terrifying medical skill in the world?"

"I've only heard that doctors of level 8 or above have durable genius treasures to reshape the lost hands and feet of warriors. I have never heard of someone who can re-sew the decapitated hands and feet!"

"This...Who is this boy? How could he be so powerful when he is only sixteen or seventeen years old?"

"Someone just called him Young Master Xi, is he the genius doctor Xi who is now rumored in Yanjing City? That young genius doctor who healed the broken veins of the elder son?"

"I heard that Shengdetang was also opened by him, and the best medicines sold in it can't even be made by the Medical Association!"

One after another, the discussion continued to spread among the generals of Zhenwei Army, and it became more and more intense.

And the soldier who had observed Hexi's unpredictable suture technique up close was even more admired by Hexi, looking at her as if looking at a god.

However, as if thinking of something, the little soldier lowered his eyebrows in sadness and said with a choked voice: "Doctor Xi, it would be nice if we could get to know you sooner. Then my brother wouldn't become crippled. He was cut off on the battlefield. He has a foot... He has better talent than me and more experience than me, but now he can only lie on the bed like a **** all day..."

The words of the little soldier made other people in Zhenwei's army immediately show a sad expression.

Others wiped their tears and said: "My father too, he was bitten off with a hand and a foot during the fight against Warcraft. He has been fighting on the battlefield all his life. Where can he stand such a blow? I borrow wine every day to pour my worries..."

The battlefield is ruthless, the sword has no eyes, and the battlefield is the most prone to death and disability.

And how can the high-level doctors' methods of reshaping the body and the genius treasures that ordinary people can afford? Even if they can afford it, they can't easily find a doctor above the eighth level.

Even Xuanwu and Baihu showed sad expressions, especially Xuanwu.

He is leading the Iron Qilin. Although the Iron Qilin is a hundred times stronger than the Zhenwei Army, it is an army. As long as the army is on the battlefield, it is impossible to have no casualties.

He just watched the magical scene where Hexi easily sutured Ouyang Haoxuan’s broken arm, and couldn’t help thinking, if the injured brothers in Tie Qilin could be treated by the princess, would it... would they not be crippled? Isn't they able to stay in the army?

He Xi had already walked to the other side of Ouyang Haoxuan at this time and checked the injury on his other hand.