Bu Fan frowned. For the secular world, a situation like this is difficult to treat.
But Song Xiaochun is a cultivator, so even if his leg is broken, let alone lameness, he can still reattach it.
Of course, for him, these are not problems.
"Actually, I'm not very sure. When I came to see you, I saw Xiaochun sitting on a four-wheeler." Song Leizi scratched the back of his head and added.
A so-called four-wheeler is a wheelchair made of wood, generally used by people with weak legs and feet.
"Let's go over and take a look!"
Bu Fan nodded, told the children in the private school to study on their own, and then followed Song Laizi to Song Yuan's maternal home.
Although the residence outside the Song Dynasty cannot be compared with the mansions of dignitaries in the town, it can be said to be the most magnificent in the village.
When I arrived at the gate of Yuan Song's house, I happened to meet Zhou Mingzhu.
"Why are you here too?" Bu Fan asked curiously.
"I have a cooperative relationship with Mr. Song. If something happens to his family, why should I come over and have a look?" Zhou Mingzhu smiled sarcastically.
Bu Fan shook his head and ignored Zhou Mingzhu's petty thoughts, and was welcomed into the main hall by Song Yuan's servants.
At this moment, there were two people sitting in the main hall, a man and a woman. The man was frowning, but the woman was wiping her tears with a handkerchief and sobbing.
"Village chief, you are here!"
Seeing him come in, Song Yuanwai and his wife Song Qianshi stood up to greet him.
Zhou Mingzhu said hello to Song Yuanwai and his wife.
"I heard that Xiaochun is back, why haven't you seen anyone else?"
Bu Fan nodded and asked about Song Xiaochun's situation.
The member of the Song Dynasty was about to speak but stopped.
But Song Qianshi on the side said quickly: "Village Chief, your medical skills are the best, you have to save my Xiaochun!"
[Task: Song Qian’s request]
[Task introduction: As the saying goes, the pain is in the child's body, and the pain is in the mother's heart. From childhood to adulthood, Song Xiaochun has been Song Qian's heartache.
Seeing her son become a cripple now is more painful than stabbing her heart with a knife. Please help this poor mother]
[Task reward: 100,000 experience points]
【Accept!Reject!】
"Auntie, please tell me if you have anything to say. I won't ignore Xiaochun's matter, but what exactly is the matter?" Bu Fan advised.
"We don't know what happened."
Song Yuanwai sighed, "This morning, the immortal from Tianxuan Sect sent Xiaochun back. The immortal said that when Xiaochun went out to perform a mission, he encountered an evil cultivator.
Broken hamstring."
Zhou Mingzhu, who was on the side, heard what Song Yuanwai said and trembled all over.
Not only does it take away the person's spiritual roots, but it also breaks the opponent's hamstrings.
Isn’t this world of immortality too terrifying?
Bu Fan didn't expect Song Xiaochun's situation to be so bad.
Before, he saw Song Xiaochun being attacked by evil cultivators and seriously injured, but how serious it was was unknown.
After all, for monks, spiritual roots are indispensable. Without spiritual roots, it means that Song Xiaochun will have no hope of practicing in the future.
"Uncle Song, Xiaochun was seriously injured because of Tianxuanmen. Didn't they treat Xiaochun?"
Zhou Mingzhu understood Song Yuan's intention of inviting Bu Fan.
After all, Bu Fan's medical skills are quite brilliant, but no matter how powerful Bu Fan's medical skills are, he is still just an ordinary person.
"The immortal has said that Song Xiaochun's injuries have recovered, but he will be unable to practice in the future." Song Yuanwai hesitated for a moment and said.
"What kind of recovery? If you are healed, why can't you even stand up? I don't think those bullshit immortals have cured Xiaochun at all!" Song Qianshi cried.
"Shut up!" Song Yuanwai shouted: "Are the matters of immortals something we can discuss?"
Song Qianshi stopped talking immediately, but she still sobbed silently.
Bu Fan knew that Song Yuanwai was afraid of being overheard by the monks, but he was worried unnecessarily.
In his spiritual consciousness, the monk who sent Xiaochun back had already gone very far.
Unless the other party has the power to transform into a god, he or she will not be able to hear what is being said here.
"Exceptor Song, let's go check on Xiaochun's condition!"
"Then village chief, come with me!"
…
Song Yuanwai and his wife led Bu Fan and others outside Song Xiaochun's house.
I heard it before I even entered the house.
"Bang"
The sound of smashing porcelain.
"Get out of here, everyone!"
A violent voice came from the house.
Immediately afterwards, a boy ran out of the house in a panic.
Zhou Mingzhu trembled.
"With crippled legs and an angry personality, this boy could not be Song Xiaochun, right? This name is too tacky, and might as well be the name of the village chief."
Although Zhou Mingzhu spoke softly, it still fell on Bu Fan's ears.
Bu Fan couldn't laugh or cry.
What is this girl thinking about again?
"what happened?"
Song Yuanwai frowned and looked at the boy.
"Master, madam, the young master said that no one is needed to serve you!" the young man said tremblingly.
Song Yuanwai felt a pain in his heart. Seeing that Song Qianshi was about to rush into the house, Song Yuanwai held Song Qianshi back without saying a word.
"Why are you holding me back? I'm going to see Xiaochun!" Song Qian said anxiously.
"Have you forgotten that Xiaochun doesn't want to see us?" Song said.
"My poor son!" Song Qianshi wiped away tears again.
"Excuse me, village chief!" Song Yuan said, cupping his hands.
Bu Fan nodded, he more or less understood Song Xiaochun's mood.
He was once a high-ranking immortal cultivator, but now he has become a useless person who cannot cultivate. Who else would not be able to accept it for a while.
Zhou Mingzhu wanted to follow her inside and take a look, but was stopped by Song Yuanwai.
…
As soon as he entered the house, he saw pieces of porcelain on the floor and people sitting upright.
Bu Fan was a little unbelievable.
Is this still the high-spirited young man from before?
At this moment, Song Xiaochun, with messy hair and unkempt beard, was sitting in a wheelchair, looking up with dull eyes.
"Did you come here to laugh at me?"
Song Xiaochun's eyes were ashen, without any emotion at all.
"no!"
Bu Fan shook his head.
To be honest, he really didn't expect that being abolished would have such a big impact on Song Xiaochun.
"Haha, that's right. How could a person like you laugh at a loser like me? You've never looked at me.
You will always look like you are in need!" Song Xiaochun laughed at himself.
"Thank you for the compliment!" Bu Fan said.
Song Xiaochun was speechless, and finally shook his head with a wry smile, "You are still so annoying!"
"Okay!"
Bu Fan stepped forward, intending to feel Song Xiaochun's pulse.
"What do you want to do?" Song Xiaochun asked.
"I am a doctor, so naturally I am here to treat you!" Bu Fan replied.
"See a doctor? Haha, I'm not sick, get out of here!"
Song Xiaochun raised his head, his eyes still without a trace of color. Only those who are absolutely disappointed in life would have such an expression.
"No, you do!" Bu Fan shook his head.
"No!" Song Xiaochun raised his eyes,
"I am a doctor. If I say you have it, you have it!"
"But I just don't have it!"
"What you said doesn't count."
"You have the final say?"
"right!"
"But I don't believe it!"
The two fell silent.
"I'm here anyway, there's no way I'm going to leave empty-handed!" Bu Fan said first.
"Whatever you want!" Song Xiaochun turned his head.
[Song Xiaochun has a good impression of you, and the current favorability value is 10]