The two of them looked at Huang Chengan covered in blood and really didn't know how to start.
"If you can't die, just carry it as you like."
After all, Huang Chengan is also a cultivator, and Chen Feng did not kill him. He will not die so easily.
As if he could see their worries, Chen Feng added: "If they die, they will come to me."
Upon hearing this, the two men raised their heads and legs, with Huang Chengan's back pressed to the ground, and carried them away.
After seeing them off, Jin Feng looked at Chen Feng and lowered his head in shame: "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't guard this place well and I embarrassed you."
Jin Feng felt a little guilty. It would have been better if his legs were not crippled.
"This is not your fault." Chen Feng knew in his heart that all this was because of him.
Looking at Jin Feng who blamed himself, Chen Feng pressed his leg slightly harder: "How do you feel about your legs in the past two days? What specific changes have there been?"
Lifting his legs, Jin Feng showed a shy smile on his face: "I feel much better. I didn't feel that way in the morning before, but I feel it again in the past two days."
When something happened to his legs, the people he felt most sorry for were his parents. He couldn't complete the task of carrying on the family line, and he couldn't let them have a grandson.
Chen Feng used his spiritual energy to carefully feel the changes in Jin Feng's legs, and he knew it clearly in his heart.
Chen Feng pushed Jin Feng into the villa and at the same time called Jishitang and asked Mr. Qin to arrange for someone to send some medicinal materials.
When Mr. Qin heard Chen Feng's voice, he couldn't believe it, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement.
Knowing that Chen Feng needed medicinal materials and needed help, he immediately dropped the work at hand and hurried over with people and things.
"Chen Feng, is it really you?" Mr. Qin was extremely excited: "It's great that you are okay. I, Ji Shitang, those people..."
"I know everything." Looking at the old man in front of him who was sincerely worried about himself, Chen Feng felt warm in his heart.
"Next, I will use acupuncture to treat Jin Feng's legs. These medicinal materials will be boiled according to the recipe I wrote. I will use it in two hours."
Mr. Qin asked Han Hao to take them to cook the medicine, and he had to follow Chen Feng's instructions to the letter.
After they went out, Chen Feng pointed to Jin Feng's legs and asked Mr. Qin: "Mr. Qin, what do you think is the reason for his legs?"
"I've checked Xiao Feng's legs countless times. It should be caused by blocked meridians and trauma and compression elsewhere in the body. But I've checked countless times and there's nothing wrong with Xiao Feng's body except his legs."
This is what troubles Old Qin the most. If the lesion could be found, Jin Feng's leg would have been cured long ago.
"Part of the reason is that there are poisonous insects in Jin Feng's body."
"Gu insect?" Mr. Qin was a little surprised. He had never thought about this.
"Is it the witchcraft from the other side of the Hundred Thousand Miles Mountain?"
If it really has something to do with witchcraft, no wonder Mr. Qin can't see it.
He didn't have much contact with Gu insects, and most of them were told by a few of his old friends.
Chen Feng didn't say anything more and gave Jin Feng a thumb-sized pill.
As the effects of the pills began to take effect, Jin Feng felt dizzy. Even though Chen Feng and Mr. Qi were right in front of him, he felt like he was covered in a layer of fog and couldn't see anything clearly.
"Don't do anything, don't think about anything."
Chen Feng's voice reached Jin Feng's ears clearly, bringing with it a strange power that made him quiet down quickly.
Chen Feng used his spiritual energy to support Jin Feng, put him on the bed that had been prepared long ago, and took off his lower body clothes.
There didn't seem to be any problem with Jin Feng's legs. This was also due to the fact that even if something happened to his legs, he didn't give up and let them shrink.