"You idiot, hurry up and find a doctor named Jin Chuang. Don't forget to call Old Blacksmith Qian. We'll wait for them to heal your wounds!"
The bloody Chaitino strode into the central hall.
"It's already this hour, why don't you light a lamp? The money in the bank is piled up to the top. How about saving this little gas money?"
Taking out the fire sickle and lighting the fire, Chai Tiannuo looked at the two people sitting at the head and end of the table and smiled. Grandma is such a badass, it feels so good to be remembered!
The lights were bright, and the middle hall, which had been silent just now, was full of people. There was freshly heated mutton soup on the long table. The owner of the shop came to light it in person, and dozens of people laughed.
"...Are they really happy because someone is back, instead of looking for an excuse to drink?"
Chai Tiannuo looked at the dancing people standing on the table with a darkened face. They were dancing like heeling cows among each other, and they were dancing so hard that it was so annoying!
"I knew you were fine. How could a man who broke out from a mountain of corpses and sea of blood die so easily?"
Zhao Jiujin picked up the mutton soup and took a sip. Well, it was full of flavor.
Chaitino made a sound and glanced at him with disdain. His palms were bleeding from pinching them. Why are you pretending!
"Well, I knew the young master would be fine a long time ago, so I'm not worried at all."
Chai Man'er was holding four or five freshly baked hotpots in his hands, his face and cheeks were stuffed full, and he couldn't hold his tongue even though he was squealing from the heat, and the dough and meat fillings were splattered everywhere.
Chai Tiannuo shook his head. These words can only be deceived by fools. You can tell from his appearance that he probably hasn't eaten all day.
Less than half an hour later, two doctors, Mr. Jin Chuang and Mr. Qian, the blacksmith, arrived together. The people who had been having fun immediately stopped and gathered around Chai Tiannuo, with worried expressions on their faces.
The table was opened, Chaitino swallowed the sesame seed cakes in big gulps and nodded vigorously:
"Come, help someone remove his armor!"
Chaitino is really like a hedgehog now. His chest is fine, but his back is full of arrows. The old man has counted a total of one hundred and three arrows!
"Boy, hold it back!"
The old blacksmith was the first to take action. The fine armor was shot to pieces, and the arrowhead was inserted into the flesh with the steel armor. It was impossible to remove the arrow until the armor was removed.
"Master, feel free to strike, I can bear it!"
Chaitino nodded, and the old blacksmith took out a bright iron hook, hooked it on the leather rope, and suddenly lifted it. The skin and flesh suddenly tightened, and blood flowed out.
The onlookers all gasped, they felt the same thing, this moment was so painful that it could kill someone!
"...Sir, please be gentle, my body is weak and I cannot withstand your big blows."
Chaitino withered instantly. The old blacksmith lifted him up happily, but he suffered a disaster. Five or six arrows were pulled out of the flesh, and several strands of flesh were torn off.
"He's also a pampered one."
The old blacksmith said disdainfully, but he was still much gentler. The two Jinchuang doctors cooperated on the side, using sharp knives to cut open the flesh, and carefully took out the arrowhead.
If the old man is allowed to undergo the procedure any longer, he will leave before the armor is completely removed.
The armor was removed, four points of arrows were drawn, and fifty arrows were taken. Chai Tiannuo's sweat was pouring down.
It hurts. This time it was more serious than the injury in the battle with Cangtian Taoist disciple. I was really a little too reckless this time, and I almost died!
"Pfft~!"
Blood spattered and severe pain struck suddenly. Chaitino's vision went dark and he almost fainted.
"Oh, this one goes so deep, it's almost inside your belly!"
Blacksmith Qian may have thought that Dr. Jin Chuang was too cautious. When removing the armor, he pulled out a wolf-fang feather arrow and almost hurt Chaitino to death.
"...Uncle, you are a blacksmith, not a doctor, so don't make any decisions, okay?!"
Doctor Jin Chuangzhong shook his head helplessly, and stuffed a handful of gold sore medicine into the wound. The sour taste made Chai Tiannuo collapse, and mucus bubbles came out of his nose.
"Man'er, Yu is looking for a stick and can't bear it anymore!"
"okay!"
As soon as Chai Tiannuo finished speaking, Chai Man'er stuffed a stick full of strong sour smell into his mouth.
"Ugh, what is this?!"
"Stir the sauce stick, Master, your favorite!"
"Thank you!"
Don't tell me, as soon as the strong smell entered the heart, Chaitino immediately became energetic, and the effect was unexpectedly good.
After an hour, the armor was removed, and only the arrow that pierced the chest remained. The two Jin Chuangzhong looked at it several times and did not dare to take action.
The sharp three-edged heavy arrow pierced through the chest. The two of them really couldn't figure out why Chaitino was still alive!
"Da Lang, this arrow came out of the chest and got stuck in the middle. The three-edged arrow is difficult to retreat, and the iron-feathered arrow tail is difficult to enter. There is really nothing we can do."
The two doctors shook their heads helplessly. The old blacksmith raised the vise in his hand and said proudly:
"Get out of the way, we have to let the old man take action when we get there!"
The doctors hurriedly got out of the way. Now it was really time for the old blacksmith to take action. No matter whether it was the front or the back, there had to be a way forward or backward.
Opening and closing the jaws a few times, the old blacksmith clamped the arrow shaft and exerted force, causing the muscles on his arms to bulge.
With a click, the jaws collapsed!
"His uncle, what kind of material is this made of? It doesn't even have any dents?"
Reaching out to wipe the arrow shaft, the old blacksmith screamed in surprise.
"Mo Zhiwai, quickly think of a way to break the arrow. No matter how long it takes, Lao Chai won't be able to bear it anymore!"
Zhao Jijin saw that Chai Tiannuo's eyes were in a daze, so he hurriedly spoke to urge him.
"Of course there is a way."
The old blacksmith picked up the white porcelain bottle and touched it gently. White smoke rose and a shallow chip immediately appeared.
"It's useful, pour it quickly!"
Zhao Jijin's eyes immediately lit up, and the old blacksmith bared his teeth and smiled:
"Thank you for your patronage, five hundred taels of silver."
"Profiteer!"
Zhao Jijin glared fiercely.
"You are just a profiteer. You can't do without even one or two taels. You are a child and an old man without any deception!"
The old blacksmith's eyes were even wider than Zhao Jiujin's.
"You are a profiteer!"
"Hu Li Li, five hundred taels is a must for a big man!"
"Stop it, stop it, green vitriol oil is worth the price."
Chai Tiannuo said feebly, "How long has it been, and we are still arguing over a few hundred taels of silver, and I don't know whether my life or money is more important."
"Old man, I'll pay for it. There's only one request. Don't melt the arrow shaft, just remove the tail feathers."
Chaitino was very curious about this heavy arrow that shot through him, and he really didn't want to destroy it. After thinking about it, he could only destroy the unimportant feathers.
"Look at what character is, Chai Dameng is open and bright!"
The old blacksmith glanced at Zhao Jiujin, then took the bottle and carefully handled the thin arrow feathers.
At nightfall, hundreds of horses entered the fort, led by General Zhong Xingxin, a guard general from the border city.
"General, why are you here so late at night?"
Zhao Jijin saluted and asked doubtfully.
Zhong Xingxin waved his hand to let him get up, and said with a disappointed look:
"Pack up Chai Tiannuo's belongings and call his child. The two husbands want to see her."
Zhao Jijin looked back at the brightly lit fort, grinning widely, what's going on!
"..."
Zhong Xingxin looked at Chaitino, who was covered in bandages and sitting at the table, drinking mutton soup. He was speechless for a long time. He was just eating and purring. How did he look like a dead person?
"Your Majesty, please, the mutton soup in Tumubao is excellent. It is not overly seasoned, and the taste is just delicious."