"My hand or foot is broken, or there is a piece of flesh missing somewhere. Girl, tell me, where is the injury?" The old man was still talking to himself, completely transparent to other people.
"I'm just not feeling well, I'm not hurt." She was dizzy. Why did she have to amputate her arms and legs when she was so good?
Really, I cursed her and vomited blood when I met her.
"You're not hurt, so I don't need to look at you. Well, if nothing happens, I'll leave first." He glanced at the people on the bed and was about to leave, but the old man forgot what he was doing.
As soon as he turned around, he saw a man standing in front of him, staring dangerously at him.[
"You, you, what are you doing?" Who is this person? Why didn't he see it when he came in just now? And why did he feel that there was a sinister wind sweeping over him? The King of Hell didn't come. What? He shrank and didn't expect him.
The ghost doctor also has a day when he is afraid of people. Even if he just stares at him, he feels scared.
"See a doctor." Xia Houyu glared at the old man fiercely, and if he shuddered one more time, he would make him walk around without food, even if he was an old man.
"Hey, you brat, why are you like this..." the old man muttered and turned back.
He is a doctor who treats patients, but there was something he didn't dare to say just now.
In fact, he is just a ghost doctor who treats trauma, broken limbs, or those with little flesh and bones. He is the best at it.
He can't do anything else.
After all, in the underworld, no one will get internal injuries except for those who are cut off.
Otherwise, when he was treating Yan Zhuo'er, he wouldn't have accidentally given her a medicine. As a result, someone who drank the medicine became paralyzed, causing him to spend so much time.
After curing her... now she has to bring a message to the Lord of Hell.
"You." Yan Zhui'er looked at the old man suspiciously,
She really didn't believe in his medical skills.
She had experience in his medical skills, but her credibility was not high.
"What are you doing, girl? Stretch out your hand."
Yan Zhui'er closed his mouth and stretched out his hand,
The old man pressed it down slowly, as if he was really looking at the patient.