Grow Freely Chapter 157 I'm going to pierce the ceiling
Long Zaiyuan's eyes were always on his nephew.
Seeing that Long Xiaochuan was being beaten, he immediately rushed over and responded with a heart-wrenching kick, knocking the man down several times and holding his chest, unable to get up.
Seeing how brave he was, Jiang Ye and others abandoned Sun Changxing and surrounded him, punching and kicking him from all directions.
Long Zaiyuan wanted to protect Long Xiaochuan, but he was at a disadvantage and could only hold his head in defense.
Seeing that the situation was about to become one-sided, Luo Gaozhan stood up, found a wet mop from somewhere, and danced like a tiger to become a "hot wheel".
The wet mop soaked with water is dirty and heavy, and cannot be avoided or blocked, especially the sewage splashing randomly. Who knows whether the urinal or the toilet has just been rinsed?
Jiang Ye was slapped in the face with a sweeping blow, his vision went dark, his head was buzzing, and he staggered to the side.
Luo Gaozhan has rich experience in the world and is well versed in fighting. He brushed aside these little minions who were in the way and went straight to the opposite boss Huang Kunbo.
Huang Kunbo had been standing by outside the crowd, and when he saw Luo Gaozhan waving the mop with a murderous look, he smiled ferociously and instead of retreating, he grabbed the mop rod.
He was a full head taller than Luo Gaozhan. It was like an adult dealing with a child, relying on his superior strength to snatch the weapon away from him.
Luo Gaozhan was taken aback, but his reaction was quite fast. He ran directly into the opponent's arms, grabbed his waist tightly and pushed forward. If he pushed him down, he would have a chance to capture the thief first and capture the king first.
With such a close fight, Huang Kunbo felt that the mop was getting in the way, so he immediately threw it aside. He first held down Luo Gaozhan and raised his knees to slam into him. When the opponent refused to let go, he used his elbow to strike downwards.
Luo Gaozhan finally let go after suffering pain, and then was pushed to the ground by others...
This time the Lei Zhai people completely lost.
When arena security and players from other teams came to stop the conflict, three people on their side fell to the ground, namely Long Xiaochuan, Long Zaiyuan and Luo Gaozhan.
Boss Du, who was beaten at first, stopped his nosebleed and was fine. He hid aside and did not dare to say anything.
The bosses who organized the game came forward to persuade him to make peace. He also knew that he was in the wrong for not paying the full appearance fee, so he could only take another pile of money from his bag to settle the matter.
Huang Kunbo and others picked up the loose bills on the ground and walked away cursing.
Luo Gaozhan's lip was bruised and bloody, but his limbs felt fine.
But Long Xiaochuan seemed to be seriously injured. He limped to his feet and still felt pain around his knees.
His face was ashen: "Uncle, my knees won't be ruined..."
Long Zaiyuan's face was bruised and bruised, and there were shoe sole marks on the back of his clothes, but he didn't care about his own injuries and checked Long Xiaochuan first, then he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground: "It's okay, it's okay.
,fine……"
Under everyone's gaze, he took two breaths and then said: "There is no fracture or dislocation, so it shouldn't be a big problem. I know an old Chinese medicine doctor who sets bones in Qandong and will take you to see him."
Du Qiu immediately said: "I have a car, I will take you there!"
At this point, no matter how polite they were, Long Xiaochuan and Long Zaiyuan got into Du Qiu's Toyota Hiroyuki together.
It took them half an hour to wander around the city before they found a dirty and shabby little shop in a small alley. The old Chinese doctor who was consulting inside was probably eighty years old and looked skinny and listless.
Long Xiaochuan showed a suspicious look: "Uncle, what's that... I don't seem to be in so much pain anymore, or let's go."
The old Chinese medicine doctor looked unhappy: "If you don't believe me, don't come. Be careful that I, a Mongolian doctor, will treat you and become a cripple."
Long Zaiyuan hurriedly apologized and smiled: "How can you do that? You are a master of rejuvenation and have great medical skills. There is no bone injury in Qandong that you can't cure. Aren't I just an example!"
He turned around and glared at Long Xiaochuan, scolding him in a low voice: "Don't be ridiculous, come and let the old man take a look."
The old Chinese medicine doctor left Long Xiaochuan aside, first bent down and touched Long Zaiyuan's knee, then asked him to take a few steps to check, and confirmed that he was recovering well, then nodded: "It's not bad. What's wrong with this kid? ?”
Long Xiaochuan answered himself: "I twisted my knee."
Long Zaiyuan immediately corrected: "The one who was kicked was kicked from this angle, that's it..."
Not only did he expose his nephew's lies, he also demonstrated the angle and force of the kick.
The old man raised his eyelids, glanced at Long Xiaochuan, and touched it with his hand.
Long Xiaochuan felt that the old man's hands were extremely strong. Instead of being kicked and broken, he was almost pinched and broken.
He was sweating from the pain, his whole leg was trembling, but he gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound.
The old man did not reduce his strength because of this. He touched his calf inch by inch from the knee down to the patella. Finally, he said calmly: "It's not a big problem. I'll give him a few plasters. It will relieve the pain in three days and heal in five days." .”
As the old man spoke, he took out a clay pot from the corner, took out a spoonful of dark ointment, and made the ointment on the spot.
Long Zaiyuan said respectfully: "Thank you, old man. How much does the plaster cost?"
"One thousand and fifty-one stickers, five stickers in total, how much do you think it is?"
Long Xiaochuan exploded when he heard this: "So expensive?"
The old man immediately dropped what he was doing: "It's too expensive, so don't treat it. If you have any sequelae in the future, don't rely on me."
Boss Du stood up at this time and advised Long Xiaochuan not to worry about money: "You were injured today because of me. I will definitely pay for the plaster! Treatment of injuries is important. This old man has an immortal spirit and is a worldly expert." Man, you are right to listen to him."
Long Zaiyuan asked Boss Du to help Long Xiaochuan to the car first, while he stayed in the store to apologize to the old man and explained a few words in a low voice.
Long Xiaochuan took out his backpack from the car and limped back. He took out the envelope he just received at noon today: "Uncle, you and Boss Du can't afford this money."
But the old man waved his hand, and his attitude was much more relaxed than before: "Since you are a descendant of the Lei Zhailong family, I won't charge you any money. You can use the plaster first."
Long Xiaochuan was confused: "Do you have any connection with the Long family?"
The old man didn't give him a good look: "Don't think nonsense, it's because your uncle promised to provide me with some wild medicinal materials every month after returning to Thunder Mountain, so I gave you free medicine."
Long Xiaochuan didn't believe it: "What medicinal materials can be worth seven or eight thousand yuan?"
Long Zaiyuan applied some herbs for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis on his face. He covered half of his face and explained: "You don't understand. It's so difficult to buy authentic wild medicinal materials in the city now. We have many kinds of medicinal materials on Leiming Mountain." It's old enough, the mountains are high and the forests are dense, and no one has destroyed it. If you find a Polygonum multiflorum in your 30s or 50s, it will cost more than this."
The old man was too lazy to explain too much to him, so he quickly made the plaster and sealed it in a brown paper bag: "Let's go back and heat up the plaster."
Long Xiaochuan was dubious and insisted on paying: "My uncle has sent the medicinal materials. You just need to pay him. The medicinal materials in the mountains are not so easy to find. The ones from the previous year are all on the cliffs. You have to pay for them with your life!"
He is obviously short of money, but he is never willing to owe anyone a penny.
It must be said that if the old man didn't accept the money, he wouldn't leave.