He Jianguo stared at the wound on his son's arm carefully and found that there were black and purple bruises around the wound at this time, and the wound had begun to swell and inflamed.
He Jianguo touched him gently, and He Wenchao screamed in pain.
"Ah...ahhh! Dad, you...don't touch it...it hurts! It hurts so much!"
At this moment, he seemed to have suffered huge pain, and his whole face turned into pig liver color.
He Jianguo's eyebrows were tightly twisted into the shape of Sichuan, and his heart was full of worries. He did not dare to delay. Then, he immediately ordered his subordinates: "You guys, call Dr. Wang back quickly! Hurry up!"
"Yes! Master!"
After receiving the order, the He family's bodyguard ran out quickly.
The waiting time for Wang Haoren was long and painful, and at this time, He Wenchao rolled back and forth in the bed in pain, and even fell down in the end.
Despite this, the pain in his arm still did not weaken at all.
"Dad...Help...Help! I'm almost in pain...Oh ooh!" He Wenchao had already felt so painful that his face was full of tears, and he was so big that he was so sour.
Beads of sweat rolled down their cheeks.
At this time, He Jianguo hurried over to support his son and comforted him: "Child, hold on, Doctor Wang will come here in a while."
"Dad, save me quickly...I can't do it anymore, I'm going to die...It hurts so much...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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"Don't worry, dad will definitely save you." He Jianguo immediately comforted his son, and at the same time, he kept cursing: "Damn it! Why haven't that old man arrived yet? Didn't he just leave? He ran away
Where did you go?"
As a result, Wang Haoren arrived late a few minutes later.
As soon as he entered the door, He Jianguo quickly asked, "Doctor Wang, what's wrong with my son's arm? Why does he feel so painful?"
Wang Haoren said with a puzzled expression: "Mr. He, don't worry first, let me check it again!"
"hurry up!"
He Jianguo hurriedly urged him.
At this time, Wang Haoren rolled up the sleeve of He Wenchao's arm, then stretched out his left hand and grabbed the wound on He Wenchao's arm, and slowly used force, then pulled up his clothes.
After some inspection, Wang Haoren's face was even more solemn than before.
Seeing this scene, He Jianguo suddenly felt a sudden slap in his heart, and then he asked nervously: "Doctor Wang, what's wrong with my son's arm?"
Wang Haoren hesitated for a moment, then frowned, and then said earnestly: "Mr. He, the son said that his arm can last for three days. I think he is too optimistic! The real situation is probably not enough for a day!"
"What? It won't last for a day?"
He Jianguo suddenly widened his eyes and said in surprise.
"Yes! After I checked it just now, I found that the son's injury was aggravating and worsening. If this continues, I'm afraid the gods will not be able to save him when they come! So, you still ask that expert to take action!" Wang Haoren looked serious and serious.