The three of us looked at me, I looked at him, and he looked at you again, with his big eyes staring at his small ones, and for a moment he became cold.
Wu Mo himself didn't know how much the ointment could be sold for, but it was definitely worth more than the locals.
Meiji Town is just a farming world. Apart from some petty and cunning locals, there are no business wizards.
The same goes for Wu Mo. He has no business acumen at all. Apart from reading books eagerly, all his thoughts are focused on the word warrior.
He caught his first local cow when he was ten years old. That time he bought ten cages of white buns, but he has been selling them at this price for so many years. What he didn't know was that with one move, he could sell dozens or even hundreds of steamed buns worth.
Helpless, Wu Mo turned his head to Nie Yunfei. Regardless of his hard-core needs, in his heart, he was willing to deal with this martial artist who looked like the girl next door.
He was really afraid of Si Si. Not to mention the difference in strength, this little girl often changed her face and looked like a ghostly guy. Don't be sold out and help count the money.
"Ahem, cough, cough, you can pay the price!"
As soon as Wu Mo glanced over, Nie Yunfei immediately understood what he meant. It turned out that this kid was still a money addict! This is easy to handle. I dare not say it in other places. Why is there anything in this corner of Meiji Town that she cannot afford?
How could Nie Yunfei know that this guy was just a business idiot.
Wu Mo glanced at Si Wenjun secretly again. The goddess pretended to cough, stretched out her fingers to tuck her broken hair, and pretended that it didn't matter.
He thought for a while, raised his right hand in front of him, and opened his fingers towards Nie Yunfei.
"Ahem, cough, five gold coins?"
Wu Mo pursed his lips nervously, and his palms trembled slightly. He felt embarrassed, so he shook his palms lightly to cover up.
Si Wenjun glared at Nie Yunfei dissatisfiedly, obviously thinking that the offer was too low. This time it was her turn to pick up the slack.
"Fifty gold coins?"
Compared to Wu Mo, these two girls are obviously more mentally retarded in this regard.
Seeing that Wu Mo didn't respond, the two girls looked at each other. Just as they were about to agree, they heard a thud, but Wu Mo fell down. He used his right hand to prop up half of his body and smiled awkwardly. road,
"It slipped."
He was half-kneeling on the ground and could not stand up. His legs were shaking as hard as sifting chaff.
"These two women are crazy! How dare you guess!"
Wu Mo's original intention was actually just a pitiful five silver yuan! That can buy a hundred cages of steamed buns!
One gold coin, if fully calculated, is equivalent to one hundred and ten silver dollars!
You know, in Meiji Town, one gold coin can provide food and clothing for an ordinary family of four for nearly a year!
However, what Wu Mo didn't know was that even if he offered 500 gold coins, as long as there was a good result, the two of them would dare to agree.
Such a lofty thing as values is not something Wu Mo, who only knows white buns, can understand.
For the two women, fifty gold coins was certainly a reasonable price.
Si Wenjun transformed into a lady, opened the button on his waist with a click, took out a small bag, and smiled gently,
"I'll give you sixty gold together with the treatment fee. Do you think it's okay?"
Wu Mo nodded subconsciously, his brain had shut down.
Si Wenjun raised his hand and threw the small bag towards Wu Mo.
"This is twenty gold, which is considered as a deposit. The balance will be paid after returning to town."
She winked slyly, clapped her hands and said happily,
"If it can't be cured, you want your money back!"
Happiness comes too suddenly,
I really don’t understand the world of rich people,
Please do this again!
Wu Mo grasped the small purse tightly and pressed it tightly to the pit of his heart. He couldn't help but glance at the snow-white arms of Goddess Si Si. It would be great if she was also injured!
His Adam's apple trembled, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty. He felt that this matter must be explained more clearly.
"Well, Sister Si Si and Sister Feifei have to set their bones first..."
"Ahem, cough, cough, do you want more money?"
Wu Mo waved his hand hurriedly and said,
"No, no, no, no need to add, don't get me wrong, it's just, that's it..."
It's easy to say about the arms and legs. If you want to blame it, you have to blame Sister Feifei herself. It's really injured. Even if it's so high up there, you can't use it as a meat pad.
Si Wenjun interrupted him impatiently,
"Stop whining and say what you have to say!"
God, how can I say this?
Are all warriors so generous?
There are three old monk-like guys over there, and two of them are men!
Sister Feifei, if you're not afraid of me touching you, do you still want them to watch from the side?
The boy Wu Mo pursed his lips and shook his head, silently pointing at the three people over there.
Si Wenjun wondered,
"They were always here when you were treating your injuries just now. Now..."
"oh...!"
Halfway through their words, Si Wenjun and Nie Yunfei turned to face each other and suddenly woke up. The two of them covered their faces with their hands, both blushing.
Come on, why did you forget everything? This is how this injury can be cured!
No wonder this little thief kept looking around like a bitch, never leaving that one-third of an acre.
This is how to do?
No solution!
Let him touch Nie Yunfei to the point of feeling cold. If the treatment is good, that's all. If not, wouldn't it be a big joke?
Si Wenjun reacted quickly, stretched out his hand and said domineeringly,
"Bring it here, I'll wipe it on her!"
"Sister Si Si, I still need bone correction, can you do it?"
"Bone setting? How?"
"Just putting the broken bones back together one by one,"
Wu Mo gestured repeatedly, and it took the boss's effort to explain the truth clearly to the two of them.
All in all, in the final analysis, there are two sentences:
"If you put ointment on it, it will be cured, but if you don't straighten your bones, they will grow crookedly."
"In other words, if Sister Si Si comes for treatment, Sister Feifei may have thirty ribs in the future!"
It is really possible that the broken bones can each grow vigorously.
In fact, for Wu Mo's actual operation, it doesn't matter whether there is early bone setting or not. There is no need to be precise at all. Driven by the mental method, the powerful medicinal power will smooth out the veins and form an automatic collision mechanism.
That's right, it will never look like a crooked melon or a cracked jujube.
It's just that he didn't want to say it clearly. You know, Sister Feifei is a good young lady, and his saliva has already filled his stomach.
However, Si Wenjun became even more angry after hearing Wu Mo's explanation. Who doesn't understand the word "bone correction"? The question is, how can Nie Yunfei's injury be corrected?
She touched it with her own hands and found that Nie Yunfei's sternum was completely collapsed and there were at least five, six or seventy-eight broken ribs. If they had the ability to straighten these bones, they would have bandaged Nie Yunfei properly.
Si Wenjun glanced sideways at Wu Mo, who was foaming at the mouth, pointed at Nie Yunfei and said coldly,
"You really think we are novices who don't understand anything!"
"It's such a ridiculous thing to say, it's not a dislocation or a fracture, it's broken, broken, broken!"
"Not one, not two, five, six, seven or eight!"
She stared at Wu Mo with a half-smile, made a gesture, and said sternly,
"Do you have clairvoyance? Can you see where her bones are?"
"Come on, come on, you can match the arms and legs, I believe you! Just tell me, with your one hand, well, assuming your hands are intact, how can you connect her ribs?"
Nie Yunfei looked Wu Mo up and down and joined in the condemnation.
"Ahem, cough, cough, you are so powerful, you should have been the miracle doctor of Meiji Town, right?"
"Ahem, cough, cough, as for making yourself so miserable?"
The two of them looked like they could swallow Wu Mo in one gulp!
Wu Mo hurriedly shouted to stop, he spread his right hand and said helplessly,
"I said that the use of this ointment must be coordinated with my unique mental method. My mental method can set bones."
Si Wenjun said coldly,
"Your mind is so amazing, why do you need that ointment?"
Of course Wu Mo has absolute confidence. The femur that my young master broke last year was no more serious than her ribs! You see, I am not a cripple.
He spoke confidently and plausibly,
"It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Without this ointment, my mental skills are of no use."
"Don't ask me why, I just know I can do it."
Faced with this explanation, Si Wenjun was also dumbfounded. She had a good family background and knew the magic of top mental techniques. Not to mention such small tasks as bone setting, I have also heard the legend of healing dead people and turning their flesh into white bones.
These things are all unique skills that can't be learned without learning.
Taking a step back, even if Wu Mo's mentality was ordinary, she would not be able to ask Wu Mo to hand it over. No matter how ordinary the mentality is, people who don't understand still don't understand it. Even if there is a price, they can only make a small fortune after selling it.
Looking at the kid in front of me bouncing around, I can tell that he has indeed cured his broken arm!
Looking at that desperate bear look, people really regard the ointment as a treasure.
It’s just the two of us who have been pestering others for ointment and treatment!
In the end, they agreed to give me some ointment to treat me!
But why do you think this is so unreliable?
Nie Yunfei closed her eyes in resignation. They are all people with common sense. Of course they understand that without guidance such as mental methods, dead objects generally will not play much role.
She lay down again, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and her coughing became even worse.
The darkness after the dawn can break the fragile heart of a girl.
All three of them were speechless.
Wu Mo quietly moved to the stretcher and sat at Nie Yunfei's feet.
He, who was obsessed with sex before, now has no intention of taking advantage. Nothing else, because the small purse containing twenty gold coins was stuck at his waist, filling his entire heart.
This is the greatest wealth he has ever had in his life. Since it is in his own pocket, he cannot withdraw it no matter what!
"Doctors have a parent-like heart. At worst, I will suffer a small loss and don't want any remaining money. I will treat you in a decent manner."
He didn't even think about it. If he were a real healer, would there be any problems?
What people are afraid of is really not the problem of the treatment itself, but the problem of Wu Mo, the Mongolian doctor, being incompetent.
To put it bluntly, if Wu Mo's identity was the same as the two of them, this matter might not be a big deal. At the very least, you are not ugly either, so just take responsibility for it.
However, the disparity in status means that the innocence of a girl who has not yet left the court must be gambled!
Si Wenjun didn't dare to take the initiative, and Nie Yunfei didn't dare to try it himself. This place is not far from Meiji Town. The risk is not worth it.
But if it was a matter of life and death, both of them would definitely dare to bet!
The worst thing is, Sister Si Si, come here, thirty ribs are just thirty.
The icing on the cake is really not as good as providing timely assistance.
