"Dad! Why did you hit me?" Chen Weimin's head was buzzing, he covered the right side of his face and looked at his father with wide eyes.
"Why did I hit you? Don't you have any idea in your mind?" The big wizard was so angry that he looked at Chen Weimin's left face that was not covered with his hands and was about to slap him again.
As a result, before receiving the slap, he screamed again, unable to lift his injured right hand at all.
The big witch was so angry that he raised his foot and was about to kick Chen Weimin, but was stopped by the villagers who rushed up.
"Grandpa Chen, stop fighting, I'm afraid someone will die if you kick me!"
"Grandpa, don't be angry. Go see a doctor quickly. If your hand is broken, what will you do when you build the sacrificial altar?"
Even the villagers' words and words failed to persuade Grandpa Chen. He forced himself to stand up and kicked Chen Weimin on the ground again.
He said, "I only have a son like you, and you are still a fool. Why did you guarantee me before building the tower? Didn't you say it was foolproof?"
Chen Weimin was kicked so hard that he rolled forward, and after being scolded, he rolled over again.
He said very innocently: "Dad, is it foolproof? I even climbed up and jumped up several times without any problem. Is it because you have gained weight?"
Grandpa Chen was so angry that he was speechless. His breath was stuck in his chest and he could not get up or get down.
"Hey, hurry up and give way. The doctor is here. Let the doctor take a look at Grandpa Chen first. At this critical moment, Grandpa Chen must not have anything happen to his hand!"
An older man greeted the crowd and made way for the doctor.
But when the doctor came to the front, Grandpa Chen refused the treatment. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed to Sang Ning aside: "You should take a look at that girl first. Thanks to her, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't even be alive right now."
Now, how can you care about what you can do with your hands or not!"
"But..." The doctor hesitated, staring intently at Grandpa Chen's arm. Treating his arm now is the top priority.
"Go quickly, go as soon as I tell you to go. If my savior does anything bad, I won't spare you!" Grandpa Chen raised his uninjured left hand and pushed the doctor hard.
The doctor couldn't resist, so he sighed lowly, picked up the medicine box and went to Sang Ning's place.
At this time, Director Sun also came over with his team of doctors. His head was almost pounding. If something went wrong with Sang Ning's hand, he couldn't bear the responsibility.
With the naked eye, the team of doctors couldn't see anything wrong, so they had no choice but to suggest that Sang Ning go to the hospital to take a X-ray to see if there were any injuries to the bones.
But the doctor stopped him and refused to let him go: "Wait a minute, let me feel it first. I think he is a good hand at injuries caused by falls and injuries. I can feel them even if they can't be seen in the hospital's film."
The doctor in the team looked the doctor up and down, with contempt for the quackery in his eyes: "Uncle, please stop messing around here, delaying the best treatment time. Can you bear this responsibility?"
"What's the matter, are you looking down on ethnic medicine?" The doctor bumped the somewhat arrogant young man in front of him with his body, "I said if you can afford it, you can afford it!"
[This is a local doctor who came out of nowhere. He doesn’t really think that his medical skills are comparable to high-tech medical equipment, right? Don’t harm others!]
[What’s wrong with the native doctor? Modern medicine that a native doctor can do may not work. I broke my bone before. I went to the hospital and saw several doctors who suggested surgery. In the end, my family took me to see a native doctor.
I just drank his homemade medicinal wine and applied his homemade plaster, and I recovered in half a year.]
[Whether it is a black cat or a white cat, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat. There is no difference in medical skills, as long as it works. Can you be more confident in the things left by your ancestors? Don’t deny everything directly.
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The doctor pushed the young doctor away, grabbed Sang Ning's arm, and began to touch her bones: "Girl, do you believe me?"
"I don't believe it." Sang Ning said firmly.
The doctor staggered on his feet and almost fell down: "You don't believe it, but you still dare to ask me to touch your bones, and you are not afraid that I will cure you?"
"Xiao Ning, let's go to the hospital for a check-up, otherwise mom won't worry." Hu Zhi said to Sang Ning, while motioning to Sang Youming to stay away from the doctor.
But Sang Ning shook her head at Sang Youming: "Dad, it's okay. Let the doctor help you take a look. I believe him."
The doctor raised his head and glanced at Sang Ning approvingly: "Little girl, you still have good taste."
"It's okay. After the treatment is over, I just need to break off one of your hands and give it back to me." Sang Ning pursed her lips and smiled.
His tone was light and airy, but the great doctor trembled and looked up at Sang Ning as if he was seeing a ghost: "That little girl really knows how to joke."
The doctor then calmed down his expression, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to carefully examine Sang Ning's bones.
He started with his left hand and touched it. Without informing Sang Ning in advance, he just gave her left hand a squeeze.
There was a very obvious clicking sound, and the people standing next to Sang Ning were trembling with fear and couldn't help but look away.
But Sang Ning just frowned, other than that, there was no other expression on her face.
Hu Zhi was so distressed that she almost cried. She wanted to stop her, but was stopped by Sang Ning's comforting look.
"You are a man. I have been setting bones for so many years, and you are the only one who can remain silent." The doctor looked at Sang Ning with a hint of admiration.
The reason why I didn't inform Sang Ning in advance was because I was afraid that she would be frightened if she found out about the psychological burden.
But the doctor didn't expect that she could bear the pain so well.
Striking while the iron was hot, he grabbed her other arm and began to inspect it. After touching the key part, he cracked the bone hard again.
This time the sound of bones cracking was louder than before, but Sang Ning still only frowned slightly.
As soon as the doctor let go, Director Sun rushed over and said anxiously: "Sang Ning, how do you feel? How about we go to the hospital for a check-up?"
Sang Ning didn't answer him with words. She just raised her hand and flexibly turned her wrist to signal him: "Don't tell me, it's quite magical. I couldn't move at all just now. Now I guess it won't be a problem to turn my hand."<
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Director Sun: "..."
[Please, Sister Sang, just cry if you want to. Don’t pretend to be easy and hold it back. It almost hurts me to death. Why doesn’t she react at all?]
[Haha, I guess it’s a good show that you directed and acted in order to create a tough guy character?]
[Eat a plum, who is a beautiful female star who can’t figure out how to portray a tough guy?]
The people around her surrounded Sang Ning and expressed concern with each other. Sang Ning dealt with them carelessly, then made an excuse to go to the bathroom and quickly escaped from the crowd.
After she was completely away from the crowd and away from the camera, she squatted in the grass and buried her head in tears.
"Ouch——"
"It hurts me to death——"
"What the hell, it hurts more than being tortured with electricity by a dog's penis system——"