Ling Jiu, who was standing next to Dr. Wu, heard this and hurriedly stepped forward to ask:
"Master, the injury is important, who hurt you?"
Fan Tonggui, who was on the other side of Doctor Wu, looked at Feng Xiaoran, and An Zhixian also turned his head to look at Feng Xiaoran.
Feng Xiaoran: "What are you looking at! What happened to my injury? Are you ready for revenge?"
Ling Jiu's concerned expression turned into a bit of confusion:
"Can you hurt the master?"
Feng Xiaoran stood up furiously and threw the mask in her hand towards Ling Jiu:
"What do you mean! Am I bad at kung fu? Do you want to try it?"
Ling Jiu took the mask and moved it to An Zhixian:
"There is no need to compete. The young master's kung fu is certainly superb, and I feel ashamed. It's just the master's skill..."
An Zhixian said calmly: "He attacked me sneakily."
Seeing everyone looking at her, Feng Xiaoran was furious again:
"Who sneaked up on you! You can avoid that distance with your skill, but you have to hug..."
An Zhixian interrupted: "I didn't tell you in advance. I was rescuing people and you suddenly rushed out to attack me. How do I know who you are? I can only protect people's lives."
Feng Xiaoran: "I warned you loudly!"
An Zhixian: "That was after your sneak attack."
Feng Xiaoran: "...You're back too!"
An Zhixian: "I didn't hurt you."
Feng Xiaoran: "...you! You hurt my self-esteem!"
Doctor Wu listened to the two of them bickering like children, and said to Feng Xiaoran impatiently:
"He's still injured, what are you talking about?"
He turned around and said gently to An Zhixian:
"Take off your clothes and let me see the injury."
The completely different treatment made Feng Xiaoran exhale like a cow. She sat down angrily and poured herself a cup of tea. However, because she drank too quickly, she choked and coughed.
When several people saw this, Fan Tonggui lowered his head slightly, looking at his nose, nose and heart as if pretending to be stupid. Ling Jiu, who was helping An Zhixian undress, gritted his teeth and showed a serious expression.
Doctor Wu rolled his eyes in disgust, and An Zhixian glanced at him with a soft smile in his eyes.
Feng Xiaoran's eyes were like a knife, and he cut several people. Until he saw a large dark purple bruise on An Zhixian's shoulder, his anger quickly disappeared. He looked at An Zhixian and turned his head uncomfortably.
Doctor Wu: "Fortunately, no bones were injured. Please don't hold heavy objects on this hand in the near future, and don't stress it so that it can be recuperated. Just take a decoction and push it with medicinal wine a few times and it will be fine."
An Zhixian: "Thank you, Doctor Wu."
Doctor Wu picked up the medicine box and said, "Master Fan, I will write down a prescription and ask you to find the medicine for me."
Before going out, he said to Feng Xiaoran: "Calm down and stop fighting."
Before Feng Xiaoran could get angry, Doctor Wu stepped out of the door, and a faint sigh came from outside the door:
"You are still fighting with your brothers at this age, and everyone else is already a father. No wonder the sect leader's hair has turned so gray due to worry. His children and grandchildren are all debts..."
Fan Tonggui, who followed Doctor Wu out, glanced at Feng Xiaoran and quickly closed the door.
Feng Xiaoran:......
This biased old man! My dad has a bald head, it’s none of my business!
An Zhixian: "Put me a cup of tea, I'm thirsty."
Feng Xiaoran said angrily: "You still dare to call me over, don't you have any hands?"
An Zhixian: "Who cares about you? I'm talking to Ling Jiu."
Feng Xiaoran turned her head, looked at Ling Jiu who was pouring tea, and then glanced at An Zhixian who was smiling, her suppressed anger returning again.
Damn it, I should have struck harder just now and killed him with one palm!
(End of chapter)
