"That's not true. Junior brother has been preparing medicine and tools for treating the owner of the hall at home these past two days. Apart from eating, he has never stepped out of the hospital. How could he leak this matter?"
After Huang An finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Yan. There seemed to be other things he didn't know about.
When Zhao Yan heard this, his eyebrows furrowed slightly and he said doubtfully:
"Junior brother, I don't know. My father is injured and will never recover. Except for a few people, no one knows. Last night, the Young City Master and his gang came here with great assurance. They obviously knew that my father was seriously injured, otherwise they would never dare to attack us." Huang An also frowned when he heard this.
He was thoughtful and quickly understood what Zhao Yan meant. When the two of them made eye contact, their hearts sank.
Huang An has now boarded the broken ship of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School. According to Zhao Yan's wishes, someone in the martial arts school is colluding with outsiders and spreading the news.
Is this really a big deal?
Their expressions became much more solemn. Only Zhao Le, a silly girl, couldn't understand the secret words between the two. She touched her cheeks and was secretly angry.
She had thought about it, and after Junior Brother Huang healed her father, she must ask her father to seek justice for her.
She must make Li Wei's mouth turn into eight petals.
The three of them soon arrived at the backyard, where Huang An saw Pang Han who was also bruised and swollen.
The injury of this guy made Huang An stunned for a while. Good guy, all the people in the yard combined, are they not as seriously injured as you?
If Zhao Le hadn't called him "Elder Brother", Huang An probably wouldn't have recognized that this pig-headed man was Pang Han.
Although it was tragic, it was inexplicably funny. Huang An suppressed his expression and said hello with a sad face. He did not dare to ask more questions. After all, this person had a very bad attitude towards him. It would be bad if his concern was mistaken for gloating. p>
Don’t ask for boredom.
Unexpectedly, Huang An still underestimated Pang Han's ambition. This dignified man didn't even look at Huang An. He turned his back to Huang An and shouted a warning in a cold voice.
"If you can't save my master, I will kill you!"
The gritted teeth and ruthless strength contained in it made Huang An's face completely cold.
The clay figurine also has three points of anger, so what about Huang An?
When he was about to ask a question, he was interrupted by the Zhao sisters.
Zhao Le, a little money-lover, was already in a bad mood, but now that he saw Huang An being angry, he immediately lowered his face and shouted:
"Pang Han, what do you mean?"
She actually stopped calling him senior brother and called him by his first name.
Huang An shut his mouth.
Zhao Yan pulled her sister, shook her head and glanced at Huang An, then gouged out her sister, and then said coldly:
"Senior Brother Pang, why are you venting your anger on Junior Brother Huang? I know you feel aggrieved, but my father bought the Guiyuan Decoction with money, not your Senior Brother Pang. Father gave the treasure to Junior Brother Huang, and Huang
Junior Brother is alive because of this. If Junior Brother Huang hadn't rescued dad, my martial arts school would have been in even worse condition yesterday. How could you, the senior martial arts master, be standing here now?"
Zhao Yan didn't say the rest of the words, but the meaning was self-evident. She was too selfish in her duties and only cared about herself.
Zhao Yan didn't explain much, forcibly pulled Huang An's sleeve and entered the house.
Zhao Le snorted.
"Don't think that because you are a senior brother, I should respect you, huh! Cheapskate!"
After saying that, he quickly followed the two of them and closed the door.
Pang Han was the only one left in the yard, his face turning red and green.
With a bruised nose and a swollen face, he is now clenching his gums and clenching his fists as big as sandbags. The wounds burst out yesterday and blood stained his entire palms.
His eyes were red, and his whole body was shaking slightly with anger.
I wanted to rush over and kill that damn sick guy, but I was worried about the owner's injury, and considering my own martial arts path, I endured it.
"For now, remember, wait until the master recovers from his injury, then ask for a Guiyuantang! When I break through, I want you to look good!"
As for Zhao Le calling him a stingy person, Pang Han doesn't care at all.
Which person who practices martial arts is not obsessed with money?
She, Zhao Le, or the entire Zhao Family Martial Arts School, or even the entire world, who is not a stingy person?
If you don’t have money, you’ll have to scrape out food in the dirt for the rest of your life, barely surviving.
He, Pang Han, has been practicing martial arts for ten years. Now that he saw an opportunity to change the fate of the Pang family, he naturally wanted to seize it. Unexpectedly, Huang An, a sick man, ruined it.
Can Pang Han really not hate him?
But Huang An, after listening to Zhao Yan's words to teach Pang Han, later realized that there was another reason why Pang Han treated him so badly, and it must be because of Guiyuan Tang.
However, he had a new question, what is this Guiyuan Tang?
Is this really the magic medicine that can save me?
Huang An really didn't know the details of Guiyuan Tang. Although he had stayed in Feng'an County for five days, he was in coma for two days, returned to Earth for two days, and spent the remaining day in the martial arts gym with Doctor Xue Shen's family.
Wander around the museum.
He doesn’t know much about Feng’an County, so how can he talk about Guiyuan Tang about martial arts?
Putting aside the doubts in his mind for the time being, Huang An planned to ask more about Guiyuan Tang after the operation.
He already had a premonition that this Guiyuan Decoction would be of great use.
It not only had a huge effect on alleviating his pancreatic cancer, but also had a huge effect on Pang Han's physical health and martial arts practice.
Otherwise, Pang Han would not be angry with him.
After a simple arrangement, Huang An placed the medicines and equipment in his hands on the table, and then prepared to see if there was any change in the owner's injury.
Zhao Le followed Huang An's instructions and went to prepare hot water and white cloth according to the procedure the day before.
Zhao Yan, who looked worried, followed Huang An step by step and waited on the bedside.
Worry about her father turned Zhao Yan, who had always presented herself as a woman, into a little woman who relied on men.
Huang An was walking in front and was about to squat down to check the injury when he suddenly heard movement behind him. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and was speechless.
Zhao Yan actually pulled a stool in front of him.
Huang An wanted to say, "My waist is healed," but he was worried about having to stand for a long time, so he didn't say it, so he could only acquiesce.
After gathering his thoughts, Huang An focused his gaze on the face of the owner. He was still lying on his stomach, facing inside.
Huang An bowed slightly, wanting to take a closer look.
It seems that he heard the movements of Huang An and others. When Huang An was about to stand up and look at his face, the owner of the hall took the initiative to turn his head over.
"The museum, the owner."
Huang An was startled and didn't know whether to continue.
"Dad! Are you awake?!!"
Zhao Yan was inexplicably surprised. Dad spent more and more time awake.
Zhao Dun did not look at his daughter, but focused on Huang An.
"Thank you so much, Huang, little friend Huang. I would like to thank you, little friend Huang, for disregarding past grudges and saving lives many times."
His lips were slightly pale, but his eyes were full of energy. His expression contained three parts of sadness, three parts of gratitude, and four parts of joy.
Zhao Dun really didn't expect that his youngest daughter's unintentional act a few days ago actually saved his life.
He knew the severity of his injuries, which was almost like a death sentence. When he was awake yesterday, Doctor Xue and his two daughters also explained it to him.
Huang An was his savior, so he went to the city lord's mansion to buy Guiyuan soup to help Huang An survive.
Seeing that Zhao Dun seemed to stand up to thank him, Huang An immediately supported him and said warmly:
"Master is in serious condition. If master and senior sister hadn't saved me that day, my bones would have been cold."
Huang An's words made the father and daughter a little embarrassed. They naturally knew why they saved Huang An.
First, Huang An was knocked unconscious by Hall Master Zhao, who was already feeling guilty.
The second reason is that because Huang An carries money with him, there is no disadvantage in rescuing Huang An, and he can collect the body for Huang An.
The reason behind this is the fundamental factor that determines their rescue of Huang An.
Huang An naturally knew this. Three nights ago, Zhao Le had explained the matter to him and apologized.
Huang An generously exposed it, and he was knocked unconscious when he was about to die. Even on the self-proclaimed civilized earth, 99% of people would leave him alone. How can we talk about the Ming Dynasty that kills people at every turn?
Before he could chop himself with a knife, Huang An was already burning incense.
Huang An is sincerely grateful.
After a brief exchange, Hall Master Zhao asked Huang An to take action. When he recovers, he will definitely avenge the attack on his door yesterday, and he will deal with the revenge of the sneak attack one by one.
It turns out that he also knows what happened yesterday.
Huang An felt a little more relaxed. It seemed that this unlucky master was okay and not a reckless person.
He was afraid that before the injury was healed, the cheap master went to fight with someone and was beaten to death. Then Huang An would probably not be able to find his grave even if he cried.
Moreover, there is a deeper meaning in the words of the museum owner. The stab wound on his back was actually caused by a sneak attack, and from what he meant, it seemed that he knew the identity of the person who attacked him.
Huang An was also secretly dumbfounded that such a complicated and bizarre thing could happen in a small martial arts gym with less than a hundred people in total.
This world is much more dangerous than he imagined.
He needs to let the gym owner recover as soon as possible. After all, the entire martial arts gym is supported by this master who is not cheap.
Looking at the injuries on the faces of the senior brothers and sisters today, Huang An has already realized that these senior brothers and sisters are unreliable.
After being mentally prepared, Huang An also felt at ease. After explaining the surgical procedure, he concentrated on preparing for the operation.
He could tell from the look on the owner's face that the owner's body was inhuman. Even if he didn't do it today, he would probably be able to recover if he just repeated the debridement he had done in the past few days.
"What a beast!"
Huang An looked at the muscles on the owner's body and the countless old scars, and secretly murmured in his heart. In fact, he was envious.
The owner was given three times the normal amount of painkillers and anesthetics brought from Doctor Xue, and the operation officially began.
The reason why Huang An didn't give Zhao Guanzhang an anesthetic was not because he was searching for it or forgot about it, but because he couldn't get any legal anesthetic on Earth.
Of course, if you really want to get some, you can still get it, but it's not worth it.
Huang An still has some painkillers in his hand, which he saved last month.
After getting the scalpel, Zhao Yan helped deliver the tools, and Zhao Le used boiling water to disinfect the necessary tools.
The three of them cooperated in an orderly manner.
What made Huang An stunned was that the master's endurance was too strong. He took the scalpel and scraped the flesh directly, but the master didn't say a word.
In addition, the master's skin and flesh were stronger than Huang An expected. Fortunately, the scalpel was sharp enough and could be used to cut, otherwise Huang An would have ordered Zhao Yan to do it.
The surgical process was rough, but the effect was not bad. After all, Huang An carried a small amount of iodine for anti-inflammatory purposes, so he was very confident about the subsequent infection problem.
As for why he doesn’t use alcohol, it’s because Huang An is afraid of exposing himself.
After all, in this Ming Dynasty, where the industry is obviously underdeveloped, Huang An's use of alcohol is the biggest flaw, and it cannot withstand in-depth investigation.
Without a certain industrial foundation, it is impossible to prepare qualified alcohol.