He Jianguo carefully stared at the wound on his son's arm and found that there were black and purple bruises around the wound, and the wound had begun to swell and become inflamed.
He Jianguo touched it lightly, and the pain caused He Wenchao to howl out miserably.
"Ah...ah! Dad, you...don't touch...it hurts! It hurts! It hurts me so much!"
At this moment, he seemed to be in great pain, and his entire face turned the color of pig liver.
He Jianguo's eyebrows were tightly knitted into a Sichuan shape, and his heart was full of worry. He did not dare to delay any longer. Then, he immediately ordered his subordinates: "You guys, call Divine Doctor Wang back quickly! Hurry!"
"Yes! Master!"
After receiving the order, the He family's bodyguard ran out quickly.
The time to wait for Wang Haoren was long and torturous, and at this time, He Wenchao was rolling back and forth on the bed in pain, and even fell down in the end.
Despite this, the pain in his arm still did not diminish by half.
"Dad...Help...Help! I'm hurting so much...Ouch, ouch!" At this time, He Wenchao's face was filled with tears from the pain, and his face was so big that it hurt so much.
Sweat beads rolled down his cheeks.
At this time, He Jianguo hurriedly walked over to support his son and comforted him: "Hold on, kid. Doctor Wang will be here in a minute."
"Dad, please save me... I can't survive, I'm going to die... It hurts me so much... Wuwuwu... Wuwuwu.
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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 hasn't that old man arrived yet? Didn't he just leave? He ran away
where it goes?"
As a result, Wang Haoren arrived a few minutes later.
As soon as he entered the door, He Jianguo quickly asked: "Doctor Wang, what happened to my son's arm? Why is he in such pain?"
Wang Haoren looked puzzled and said: "Mr. He, don't worry, let me check again!"
"hurry up!"
He Jianguo urged.
At this time, Wang Haoren rolled up the sleeves of He Wenchao's arm, then stretched out his left hand to grab the wound on He Wenchao's arm, and slowly applied force, then pulled up his clothes.
After some inspections, Wang Haoren's face became more solemn than before.
Seeing this scene, He Jianguo's heart suddenly pounded, and then he asked nervously: "Doctor Wang, what happened to my son's arm?"
Wang Haoren hesitated for a moment, then frowned, and then said seriously: "Mr. He, my son said that his arm can last for three days. I think he is too optimistic! In the real situation, I am afraid that it cannot even last for one day!"
"What? Can't last a day?"
He Jianguo's eyes suddenly widened and he said with surprise.
"Yes! After I checked just now, I found that your son's injuries are getting worse and worse. If it continues like this, even the gods may not be able to save him! So, you still ask that expert to take action!" Wang Haoren looked serious.