Shi Yue looked at Ouyang Liufeng's nervous look and said in surprise: "Mr. Ouyang, what happened? Why did someone die?"
Ouyang Liufeng then withdrew his anxious gaze and looked at Shi Yue standing in front of him. He was happy first, then pointed to the iron house with closed doors and windows. He was nervous and said word by word: "Success or failure, this is the first step!"
Your sister, old romantic ghost, you are having a puzzle with me!
Shi Yue kicked the wheelchair impatiently and said angrily: "Mr. Ouyang, what's the matter clear? Who can tell me the truth? Who knows what happened...|"
"Han Mo treats the playboy's injuries in the iron house!" Ouyang Liufeng sighed.
When Shi Yue heard this, he couldn't help but get excited and asked, "What's going on now?"
Ouyang Liufeng was not very excited and said sarcastically: "Han Mo and the Little Playboy have been in seclusion for three days and three nights. Old Han said that this diagnosis and treatment will involve cutting the bones into the marrow. It is extremely dangerous and extremely complicated. If you are not careful, the Little Playboy may die! Old Han never lie, and even he is so cautious, and it will be very painful to come."
Shi Yue knew some later medicine, and also knew that cutting bones into the marrow and removing bone-transmitting nails was a very difficult task.
At the same time, I was amazed at the fact that Han Mo was edifying the gods and beings. Without the assistance of various advanced equipment, the wisdom of the ancients was developed to the limit.
Ouyang Liufeng looked at Shi Yue and sighed again: "Han Mo asked me to stay here and warned me repeatedly that the operation will be completed at the latest at Hai Hou tonight. If the iron gate still has not been opened at that time, it means that the operation is in danger. The playboy will die due to the misalignment of the bone marrow acupuncture, and he himself will die in love."
"At that time... he asked me to open the door and collect the corpses for them. You said, it will be the hour of Hai in another half an hour. How can I not be nervous?"
When Shi Yue heard this, he couldn't help but take a breath. His watch was very accurate. He raised his wrist and looked at it. To be precise, there were only more than forty minutes left!
Alas... it was a difficult for forty minutes.!
The little playboy's life is in danger. Whether it is due to the brotherhood of fighting life and death or the general trend of the country, Shi Yue felt uneasy from the bottom of his heart, and he was not in the mood to share the joy of meeting Concubine Jing with Ouyang Liufeng.
Shi Yue squatted beside Ouyang Liufeng's wheelchair, looking at the watch anxiously and calculating the time, while Ouyang Liufeng looked up at the bright moon in the sky, deducing time with his special method.
Time passed by minute by minute, and no sound came out of the iron house. The deadly silence made Shi Yue and Ouyang Liufeng feel desperate and frightened.
Could it be that the world's number one miracle doctor will fail at a critical moment? The consequences... are simply unimaginable.
Finally, the pointer on the watch floated to nine o'clock in the evening under Shi Yue's eyes. Shi Yue felt cold and lost in his heart, but found that Ouyang Liufeng was also looking at him, with unbelievable fear and helplessness in his eyes.
Did you really fail?
Shi Yue clenched his fists and vented, smashing it hard on the iron gate. If he had known this, he would not have asked Ouyang Liufeng to make a scalpel to treat the playboy. After all, he had harmed the playboy, Ziyun, and Han Mo.
It happened that at this moment, a faint knock sounded from the iron door.
"Ah? Listen! There is a sound inside..." Shi Yue hurriedly held his fist and listened with his ears. Although the sound from the iron gate was very small, it seemed like a candlelight lit up in the dark night, bringing hope and light to Shi Yue's heart.
"Haha... it's a knock on the door! They are still alive! Haha..." Shi Yue was overjoyed and couldn't wait to take the key from Ouyang Liufeng's hand. The flying knife as thin as a cicada wing slid magically to the palm of his hand. He raised his hand and fell, sparks splashed everywhere, and the iron tie was cut.
With a clang, the iron door was knocked open. Han Mo's weak and hunched figure opened with the iron door and fell to the ground, unable to struggle. His palms were tightly clutched, and blood flowed out.
"Old Mr. Han, what's wrong with you? Why are your wrist bleeding? Are you going to commit suicide by cutting your wrist?"
Ouyang Liufeng rolled down from the wheelchair in panic, grabbed Han Mo who was lying on the ground, and asked anxiously, and the brotherly affection that he was sympathetic, which shows this.
Han Mo fell to the ground weakly, closed his eyes and hummed weakly: "You...you just cut your wrist and committed suicide!"
Shi Yue also asked anxiously: "Old Butler Han, how about it? Have you taken out the bone-transparent nail? Have you succeeded? Do you respond quickly?"
Han Mo was unable to speak, let go of his hand that was flowing out of his fingers, and a bone-threaded nail lying in the palm of his hand.
"Oh! It's a bone-transparent nail, you took it out? Haha... Old Han, you're so fucking great..."
Ouyang Liufeng burst into laughter excitedly, hugging Han Mo's forehead and kissing and gnawing, and was overjoyed.
Shi Yue looked at the infiltrating bone-permeable nail, and the big stone in his heart finally put down.
Han Mo was held on his forehead by Ouyang Liufeng and kissed and chewed, and pushed him weakly, saying weakly: "Old hooligan, you kiss me! The smell of garlic, please stop me quickly, I was so smoked by you..."
Shi Yue laughed, walked up to him and hugged Ouyang Liufeng back in the wheelchair, and "rescued" Han Mo!
"Old man Han, why are you so weak? I thought you couldn't get the surgery and committed suicide by cutting your wrist." Ouyang Liufeng teased.
"I haven't eaten for three days and three nights. Do you think I can't be weak?"
Han Mo sat on the ground, leaned against the iron gate, and waved his hand weakly, "If anyone of you pity me, please help me get a bowl of porridge. After a while, even if I don't cut my wrist and commit suicide, I will starve to death."
"Haha... Old Man Han, I knew you would go hungry. I've cooked the porridge for you long ago. Wait, I'll get it for you now." Ouyang Liufeng shook his wheelchair and returned to the kitchen to pick up the porridge.
Shi Yue looked into the iron gate, wanting to go in and see what was going on.
Han Mo waved his hand weakly, "You can't see the young master yet. There is a dark room in the iron house. It was disinfected with my characteristic medicine powder. The young master still needs to stay in it for an hour before he can come out. Please wait with peace of mind."
Although he was weak, he was very excited in his words and expressions.
Shi Yue had to wait with peace of mind. Ouyang Liufeng quickly took the porridge back. Han Mo didn't eat for three days and three nights and was so hungry that he was dizzy. After taking the fragrant porridge, he began to swallow it.
After a few bowls of porridge, Han Mo gradually recovered his strength. Although his eyes were red and extremely weak, his excited heart made him tireless.
While drinking porridge, Han Mo explained the dangerous things that happened in three days and three nights. To summarize it, he put more than a thousand swords around the spine and shin of the playboy. As long as there is a few millimeters in the gap between one sword, the playboy will be in a state of doom.
However, the miracle doctor is the miracle doctor, and Han Mo succeeded...
Shi Yue and Ouyang Liufeng couldn't help but feel thrilled when he heard it. He was scared after a while, especially Shi Yue, who was also playing with a "knife", naturally could experience the dangers more deeply.
The three of them gathered in front of the iron gate to chat and laugh, one was a master of craftsmanship, the other was a professional murderer, and the other was a professional kid. They laughed and scolded and had a lot of fun.
They kept laughing, but were waiting anxiously for an hour in their hearts to witness the miracle between the playboy's legs.