Alsleng's face was covered with a steel helmet, and outsiders could not see the change in his expression at all, but the surprise in his eyes made it easy to see that he was surprised by Xu Qing's request. He brought the live cow over to cure the disease.
? This method was unheard of and he had doubts in his heart, but he still nodded his chin, turned around and shouted to the door: "Lead the cow in immediately, and I want a live cow."
Xu Qing cast a grateful look and walked into the room with the drug abuse expert. The old shaman who was jumping around inside seemed surprised. He stopped and pointed a long-handled knife at the two of them. This knife was somewhat
Strangely, the snakeskin-wrapped handle is more than three times longer than the blade. At first glance, it looks like a magical weapon.
"Get out, get out... hululu..." The old shaman pointed a knife at Xu Qing's chest with one hand, his arms kept shaking, and in the middle of a sentence he screamed strangely, sounding a bit like a sleeping fat man.
snoring
Xu Qing ignored this old shaman who was playing tricks. All his attention was now focused on his father. He was carefully checking his father's condition with his clairvoyant eyes, so much so that the tip of the old shaman's knife was pressed against his chest.
I didn't even realize it before, but he has the protective aura anyway, so this old guy can poke him however he likes, just think of it as a tickle.
The old shaman didn't expect that the other party didn't even bother to talk to him. In anger, he stretched out his hand and thrust the knife forward. He didn't use much force. He probably wanted to pierce Xu Qing's skin and teach him a lesson.
The tip of the knife seemed to be pierced into an invisible wall of energy. It was still about an inch away from Xu Qing's chest, but could not penetrate any further. A cold light flashed in the old shaman's eyes, and he actually held it with two skinny hands.
The handle of the knife was moved forward. If it were an ordinary person, a transparent hole would definitely be stabbed.
However, the old shaman was disappointed once again. No matter how hard he tried, he could not push the long knife forward even a centimeter. On the contrary, when he loosened the grip, the handle would bounce back as if pushed by an invisible force.
Unknowingly, he had taken two steps back
Alslen, who was standing aside, stared at the old shaman stabbing someone with a knife. He had no intention of stepping forward to stop him. He wanted to see how powerful this young man was.
On the contrary, the drug-addicted expert who was following Xu Qing was not happy. How could the dignified leader of the Jin Tong gang not fight back when someone stabbed him with a knife? He could bear it, but he couldn't bear it as a subordinate. This guy glanced around and couldn't see far away.
There was a willow drumstick on the cashmere carpet. I couldn't help but bend down to pick it up and said to the old shaman, "Whatever, let's hit him first."
bang
All the old shaman's attention was focused on Xu Qing, and he was hit by a drumstick unexpectedly. The pain caused him to let out a strange cry, and he dropped the handle of the knife and covered his head. The drug-addicted expert hit him hard.
It was so powerful that it broke the skin on the person's forehead, and the feather headdress was also knocked to pieces. It was really like chicken feathers fell all over the place.
The drug-addicted expert's blow worked, and he felt more and more proud. He picked up the drumstick in his hand and beat the old shaman's head and face hard, and cursed loudly in Chinese: "Paralyzed old magic stick, stab me with a knife."
Gang leader, if I don’t beat you into a Buddha head today, I won’t be an expert in drug addiction..."
choking
A sharp scimitar suddenly stretched out and stood in front of the drug addict expert. The extremely sharp blade was facing his neck, as if if he dared to take another step forward, the blade would wipe his neck without any suspense.
However, the drug-addicted expert's expression froze, and he did not dare to stretch the drumstick he held high in his hand any further.
At this time, Xu Qing had completely seen the condition of his father's body. The cancerous part of the lung was bleeding heavily, and even the surrounding lung ducts were blocked by blood congestion. It was difficult for drug experts to transfer the cancer cells in time.
Even cleaning it will endanger your life at any time
Moo
A low cow cry attracted everyone's attention, and an armored guard was seen leading a strong big yak over. From the appearance, the cow was indeed healthy and full of vitality, and its big eyes were extremely clear.
Xu Qing didn't bother to pay attention to the drug-addicted expert who was shocked by the machete. He walked over and brought the cow over, and then said to Alslen, who was standing with the knife: "The disease can be cured, but first we need to get this pretending old man out."
No matter what kind of treatment you do, you need a relatively quiet atmosphere. This old shaman who is always ready to stab people with a knife is an unsettling factor staying here. I'd better be polite and ask him to go out for insurance.
Alslen withdrew the scimitar in his hand and put it directly on the old shaman's neck. Compared with using the knife to point the drug expert at him, this hand was more direct and cold. The old shaman could now deeply feel the bursts of sound coming from the blade.
The coolness made his crotch feel wet and his feet became soft.
"Take your people and wait outside. If you dare to leave even half a step, I will have your head chopped off." Alsleng's voice was calm and cold. He was so frightened that the old shaman forgot to even speak. He could only
Nodding vigorously
The blade of the Chi knife was sheathed in a flash. The old shaman's legs weakened and he fell to the ground. Then he crawled out of the room on his hands and feet and screamed at the two people who were making medicine outside. He meant to tell Alsleng.
Same, let these two put down their work quickly and go out to wait.
Xu Qing pulled the drug addict expert, put the rope of the morning glory directly into his hand, and whispered: "You help him treat his illness, and I will use my inner strength to clear the clogged blood vessels. This two-pronged approach may help him recover."
"Faster"
The drug expert shook his head and said: "No, you can stay here and lead the cow later. If something happens to the cow, I can stop it in time and I can do my best to treat the disease." He is right. Some of the feelings of animals can even
It is stronger than humans. If the terminal disease is transferred to the cow and it is noticed later, it will definitely not die obediently. Someone will need to immobilize it.
A person who can control a bullock must be strong and reassuring. Xu Qing is undoubtedly the best candidate. He can also deal with various emergencies.
Xu Qing nodded and said: "Okay, let's start right away." The drug addiction expert led the cow to the bedside, then handed the cow rope to Xu Qing, stretched out his palm and put it against the cow's belly to feel it.
"What are you looking for?" Xu Qing saw that this guy had been groping for two minutes and still didn't stop. He couldn't help but ask a question. The drug expert took a breath and said: "Cows also have lungs. You have to find the right position first."
When Xu Qing heard about cow lungs, he immediately reacted. He blinked and glanced at the cow's belly. Then he stretched out a finger and pressed somewhere: "This is cow lungs. It can't be wrong."
The drug abuse expert came over to touch his hand and nodded with a smile: "Gang leader, did you study medicine before? If my guess is correct, you must be a veterinarian."