Weng Zhongwen snorted lightly, and after standing still, he turned his head, frowned, and said solemnly to the shirtless Qiu Jin: "Opening the spine is not a joke. You don't need Zhenyuan Powder. Your energy will be restored later." God only needs to be shaken for a moment, and his life will be gone immediately. Do you think it is child's play for you to die here, just for fun?!"
"If it's gone, it's gone. At worst, it's just one more monk who died from this sword. One more of me is not more, and one less of me is not more."
Qiu Jin was firm and persistent at this moment, or he said loudly and paranoidly, "I want to remember this pain forever...Old man, don't say any more, and take action quickly!"
A monk does not need Zhenyuan Powder to open bones.
It is extremely painful to boil the skin and crack the bones.
It's like an ordinary person gritting his teeth and cutting his own flesh raw without using "hemp boiling soup" to apply it. The whole process is heartbreaking and life is worse than death.
Ling Zhen sat in his original position and shook his head gently, sighing secretly once again.
Brother Qiu's courage is truly a hero among respectable people and a role model for men in the world!
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Unlike Ling Zhen, a new friend, the old Taoist was Qiu Jin's old friend after all.
Of course Weng Zhongwen knew very well the temper of this man named Qiu.
Once this guy is sure of something, ten horses can't pull him back.
Still insisting on fighting for a long time, the old Taoist surnamed Weng finally couldn't resist Qiu Jin, so he had to sigh and agreed to open his bones directly, without any assistance from drugs like Zhenyuan Powder during the process.
This made Ling Zhen respect Brother Qiu's persistence and courage even more.
Whether this matter is successful or not depends first on Weng Zhongwen's medical attainments.
Secondly, it really depends on whether Qiu Jin is determined or not.
But let it be God’s will.
After he lay down on the big bed that had been filled with blood-sucking cloth, the master of Jingtun Temple, who had lived in seclusion in Jianlu for many years, looked solemn and serious, and warned Qiujin: "You must restrain yourself for a while. The more stable your natal soul is, the better, and you must not faint, otherwise your bones will be destroyed and your Qi and veins will collapse, and you will definitely die. Remember this!"
"I know, I know, old man, as you get older, you talk so much."
Qiu Jin smiled and made a request, "If I really die unfortunately, can you bury my body and my two swords on the top of Kunlun Mountain?"
Ling Zhen wanted to laugh a little after hearing this.
Weng Zhongwen was immediately furious and his face was livid. Just when he was about to curse a few words, Qiu Jin laughed, and then said: "You can do it, I am very tough, I can't die! Even if it is He is really dead, and there is no suffering master here, and I took the initiative to ask for Zhenyuan Powder, so I am determined not to rely on you, old man, so it doesn't matter."
In Weng Zhongwen's right hand, he held a small knife that was also filled with strong Qi. The old man swallowed and slowly began to use the knife.
Ling Zhen stood beside him with a serious expression, and he broke into a cold sweat.
Be prepared to come to the rescue immediately if something goes wrong, and be on standby at any time in order to turn the tide in a critical moment.
Old friends and new friends are all responsible for Qiu Jin, a rare "friend".
Ling Zhen made up his mind like this.
The old man surnamed Weng was as skilled as a chef in undressing an ox. He just made a quick cut on Qiu Jin's spine from top to bottom.
The skin and muscles suddenly opened up on both sides, extremely smooth and unobstructed.
Qiu Jin, whose skin was torn and bruised, not only didn't say a word at this moment, he didn't even move. He lay firmly on the bed.
After the first movement was completed, Weng Zhongwen took a deep breath, and then said solemnly: "Get ready, we are going to cut through the entire bone."
The bones are very hard, not as soft as flesh. The strong Qi attached to the knife resists the alien Qi that has remained on the sword for ten years.
Just like the tip of a needle against the awns, it naturally cuts extremely slowly.
Qiu Jin, who suffered the "torture" of a broken bone, was sweating profusely from the pain and almost fainting, but the soul in his body was still intact. He protected his heart and veins to ensure that his true power remained intact and his life was safe.
After almost two cups of tea, the operation, which made the miracle doctor Weng Zhongwen feel exhausted both physically and mentally, was truly completed.
The small sharp sword that had been in Qiu Jin's spine for ten years was finally taken out!
Ling Zhen praised repeatedly, "Miracle doctor, the old man is really the number one miraculous doctor in the world!"
Although he knew that this matter was closely related to Qiu Jin's personal physical strength, Ling Zhen still sincerely praised the old man's superb medical skills without any adulteration.
Weng Zhongwen's technique is ingenious and unparalleled, and he is worthy of being called a medical master. He sprinkled the extremely precious lotus root bone powder on the broken bones of Qiu Jin.
He then used white needle and thread to sew up the skin on his back. After a short time, the hidden danger was gone.
After Ling Zhen learned that everything was okay, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Since Brother Qiu is fine, he can rest assured.
The old Taoist Qingjun looked down at the blood-absorbent paper spread on the bed. Beforehand, he deliberately laid three more thick layers.
Unexpectedly, it was completely soaked and soaked with blood. It was shocking and the paper was covered with scarlet.
"Okay, in about three months..."
Weng Zhongwen wanted to say, "I'll probably be able to walk in three months," but before he could finish his words, Qiu Jin flipped over and jumped off the bed.
After the man named Qiu stood on the ground, he was overjoyed and shouted randomly: "Comfortable, light! This feeling is so damn comfortable! Haha, haha!"
Ling Zhen stared, somewhat disbelieving in Brother Qiu's recovery ability.
Weng Zhongwen watched this scene and couldn't help but clicked his tongue twice, and said to himself: "I forgot that this kid has the 'Great Heavenly Dragon Physique' to protect him. No wonder he can recover so quickly..."
"Brother Qiu, are you okay?!"
Ling Zhen was also shocked by Qiu Jin's recovery ability and couldn't help but ask questions.
Qiu Jin replied triumphantly: "I am protected by eight heavenly dragons and have extraordinary powers. Why should I care about such a minor injury? It is nothing to worry about!"
He danced and danced to himself, rejoicing for a long time, no less than a madman.
If anyone else were to look at it, they would most likely think that this guy was having a seizure.
But Ling Zhen commented in his mind: "Most of the outstanding talents are so crazy and uninhibited, right?"
After being comforted by Ling Zhen, he calmed down a little.
Qiu Jin turned his head, his face became a little gloomy, his smile stopped, and he looked at the thin sword on the table that had been wiped clean of blood.
The sword blade was two feet long, without a sheath, not even half a finger wide, with sharp tips at the beginning and end, extremely thin and tough.
The whole body is a fluorescent green color with a hazy luster, which can be described as weird and terrifying.
Qiu Jin raised his eyebrows and snorted heavily with a very disdainful expression. After he came closer, he put his palm on the sword without a hilt.
The green light gradually disappeared from the sword blade and slowly flowed into his palm.
Ling Zhen stared at this incredible scene with his eyes widened.
The palm force absorbs the sword energy?
Can you still play like this?
