As soon as he said these words, even the old Chinese medicine doctor He Shuqing was surprised and even thought it was very unreliable.
The moment the nigger kicked him, what kind of kung fu did he use to break the nigger's hamstring, but he still managed it just right so that it seemed like it was broken but not broken? This was shocking enough.
However, considering that he borrowed other kung fu techniques, and for China, a country with many capable people and strangers, He Shuqing can understand it.
But it is unheard of for the severed hamstring to be reattached within ten minutes. Even if the best surgeon in the world performs the operation, it is impossible to do it in such a short time.
"Haha, it doesn't require surgery, it only takes ten minutes? If this little brother can really do it, it will be an eye-opener for me to have lived for decades."
After listening to Putina's translation, Beto looked around at everyone and immediately laughed, obviously taking his words as a joke.
Of course, when Zhang Yang said it was impossible to accomplish something in such a short period of time, he naturally wouldn't stop him...
After he finished speaking, except for the nigger who had a look of expectation on his face, the butler Nelson and the two chimpanzee-like men all had expressions of disdain and disdain on their faces.
"Okay! I will open your eyes today." Zhang Yang showed a confident smile on his face and walked towards the nigger.
Liberian men are accustomed to not wearing shoes, especially the poor people. I don’t know whether it is because of poverty or the hot weather. They go shopping barefoot in the streets. Zhang Yang knows this very well.
The same thing happened to the black people in front of him, which made him suspect that if a war really broke out, just scattering some broken glass and iron caltrops would make them lose their fighting ability.
Of course, in today's wars, even the most backward countries already have mechanized troops. How can anyone fight barefoot and carry a gun?
The niggas and Beto in front of them are just some armed fanzhengfu. To put it bluntly, they mainly focus on guerrilla warfare and street fighting. They are no different from ordinary people at ordinary times. Naturally, no one is prepared to spread those things in advance...
Zhang Yang reached out and grabbed the nigger's ankle, and after merging the broken parts of the hamstring with feeling, Nine Yang True Fire continuously entered his body through his fingers...
Although using the Nine Yang True Fire would consume a lot of physical strength, considering that Beto wanted to get the medicine formula to restrain the plague, he would not do it to himself. He could fully recover after a few hours of rest.
Thinking of this, he treated the nigger without any scruples. In just a few minutes, steam was rising from the top of his head, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Everyone was stunned.
Of course, the reason why he spent so much time and energy on excusing and treating the nigger was not because he pitied him, but because he had another purpose...
The nigger felt the initial pain in his ankle gradually turn into numbness, and then an unbearable itching. Knowing that the treatment was effective, his heart was filled with excitement and gratitude.
But then he thought that even after being cured, he would still be killed by Beto. His desire to survive made him consider taking risks, and he looked at everything around him, not to miss any opportunity.
Time passed by, and everyone almost held their breath and stared at the two...
Finally, less than ten minutes later, Zhang Yang stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and panted to the nigger: "Get up and move around to see if you have recovered?"
The nigger moved his ankle, and he no longer felt any pain. Then he stood up and stamped his feet, with a look of surprise on his face.
"He is really cured? How is this possible?" Putina glanced sideways at He Shuqing, obviously wanting to get an answer from him.
"Oh! Miracle! What a miracle."
He Shuqing didn't know what method Zhang Yang used, so he couldn't answer it. He could only keep using the word "miracle" to express his disbelief.
Qigong? I also know a lot of so-called qigong treatments, but those only rely on the overbearing power of hard qigong to set bones or stimulate acupuncture points to treat broken bones and injuries...
Symptoms such as hamstring joints are completely within the scope of surgery, and no matter how good massage or bone-setting Chinese medicine is, they cannot be treated.
"Is this Chinese medicine? How many such medical skills are there in China? How many people know this kind of medical skills?" Catherine couldn't suppress her surprise and curiosity, and pulled He Shuqing's arm and asked.
At this time, her impression of Zhang Yang had gone from being a ruffian to having a slight fondness for him, and now she felt that he was simply a genius and master of medical skills. In just two days, the changes had been earth-shaking.
Is this medical skill? There are no instruments for fluoroscopic analysis, no scalpels, and not even basic medicines...
"This is also the first time I've seen it."
He Shuqing's upright character made him destined not to lie, let alone show off for it. He told the truth and continued: "But I believe that there must be more capable people and strangers in China. They have their own unique treatment methods. It's just that
Living in seclusion in mountain villages and wild houses, refusing to show up, being restricted by the sect and refusing to promote it to benefit the people, as time goes by and various unexpected situations occur, many of them are gradually lost. These are simply losses to the Chinese medical community."
His face was full of loss and regret, and he mentioned accidents, such as the successor of medical skills suddenly falling ill and dying or being in an accidental car accident, and no longer accepting apprentices for various reasons, all of which resulted in the loss of some unique treatment methods...
"If I have the chance, I would also like to study Chinese medicine..." Catherine murmured to herself, her voice was very low so it did not attract anyone's attention.
She suddenly developed a strong curiosity about traditional Chinese medicine. This kind of medical technique that relies only on seeing, hearing, asking, and understanding without the assistance of medical equipment can actually have such miraculous therapeutic effects.
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Beto and Butler Nelson were two big men. Their arrogant and proud smiles just now were getting stiffer and stiffer. They stood there looking at Zhang Yang in embarrassment and surprise.
"Haha, it's no wonder that we can develop a method to suppress the plague. This little brother is really a medical wizard. I really opened my eyes today. I admire you so much!" After a moment, Beto smiled again on his face and said with a haha praise.
If there was still a little doubt at the beginning, was it true or not that Zhang Yang and the others could find a way to control the plague? Now after seeing him treating black people, I completely believed it.
"Boss Beto gave me a reward."
Zhang Yang showed rare humility and inadvertently moved his body to stand in front of the big man who just wanted to kill the nigger with a gun.
After the nigger stood up, he kept paying attention to everything around him. Seeing that he was blocking the big man's sight, he naturally would not miss such a good opportunity.
Although they had not received special military training, their frequent participation in civil wars and killings had allowed him to accumulate a certain amount of experience. He was extremely agile. After rushing over with a single stride, he reached out and grabbed the big man's pistol.
He was also very clear about the situation in front of him. If he wanted to escape, he had to take hostages. Otherwise, even if he shot and killed, he would definitely die here.
Zhang Yang is closest to him, but is it useful to hold him hostage?
The only person who made the two big men feel wary was naturally Beto, who was smiling broadly three or four meters away...
Except for Zhang Yang, everyone was stunned. Even Nelson and another big man wanted to save Beto, but it was already too late.
Of course, his move was in line with Zhang Yang's idea, to use this sudden attack by the nigger to see how Beto would deal with it.
After all, after arriving at this manor, the calmness and calmness he showed can't help but make people wonder. Even if it is his own territory, isn't he afraid of being hijacked and threatened by him?
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When the nigger rushed to Beto with a pistol, a surprising scene occurred. He suddenly stopped and stood there blankly, even the arm that was holding the pistol dropped.
"Soul-taking." Zhang Yang shouted in surprise as he stared closely at Beto.
Beto didn't move at all, not even the smile on his face changed at all, but the psychedelic colors in his eyes looked particularly weird in the sunlight.
Zhang Yang had also heard about the so-called soul-catching technique from his master and his uncle, but he had never believed that there could really be such a technique that could make an opponent lose his mind with just his eyes.
For modern people, they would rather believe that hypnosis really exists. After all, it has been verified and has real applications, such as regulating the body and mind, reducing stress, etc.
To put it bluntly, it mainly uses the surrounding environment and people's concentration, and through some inducement suggestions, people can completely relax their nerves and enter the rhythm of the hypnotist.
Natural hypnosis also exists in people's normal life. For example, if you drive on a highway with a single scene for a long time, you can easily enter a semi-sleep state, which is very dangerous...
As for mind-catching, it is more of a psychological method that is made up by exaggerating hypnotism, and it only exists in the fantasy of martial arts novels.
boom!
Click!
There was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and while everyone was still surprised, the big man on the side flew up and kicked the nigger in the ribs, kicking him away.
Bang bang bang...
As a burst of gunshots echoed in the empty manor, the black man struggled a few times and then stopped moving. Blood flowed all over the floor.
Hoho...
Woo woo woo...
I heard a noise, and more importantly, smelled the strong smell of blood, and the wild wolf below let out a terrifying cry.
Zhang Yang looked down and saw a few more wild wolves, all gathered at the entrance and walking back and forth. Some even jumped up high and looked up with bloodthirsty eyes.
He Shuqing turned her head to one side, unable to bear to see this bloody scene, while Catherine and Putina turned around...
"Throw him down." Beto glanced at the nigger and said coldly.
He always had a kind smile on his face. At this time, Zhang Yang also understood that this smile was just a habitual face developed to cooperate with the soul-possessing technique.
When the nigger's body was about to fall among the wolves, some wolves even jumped up high to grab the prey first after seeing him.
call……
Suddenly a gust of wind passed by, and a gray figure suddenly jumped out of the air, bit the nigger's neck accurately, fell to the ground and dragged him towards the corner. (To be continued)