In the sanatorium of the Jiangnan Military Region, in an open space among the trees, an old man wearing martial arts uniforms was doing morning exercises. He was performing a set of boxing techniques vigorously, and there was no trace of him being an old man over seventy years old.
After the fight, Nalanjie made a stop, took the herbal tea sent by Nalan Wushuang and drank it in one gulp.
"Grandpa, your body has recovered really well." Nalan Wushuang said.
"Thanks to the little miracle doctor's medical skills, the old man is not only fine now, but he also seems to be 20 years younger!"
"Well, that big liar's medical skills are pretty good."
Nalan Wushuang nodded. After Qin Haodong's treatment, her body was much better than before. Not only did her aunt become extremely normal, but her body was also warm and no longer as cold as before.
While the grandfather and grandson were talking, the guard came over with a lame man.
The lame man looked to be about 30 years old, with a very strong build. However, his right leg had completely lost the ability to walk, and was even slightly deformed. He limped to Nana, relying on a wooden stick in his hand as a crutch.
In front of Lang Jie.
"Tomahawk, why are you here?"
"Old man, Boss Changdao is dying!"
The lame man said with a sad face.
Nalanjie's expression changed drastically: "How could this happen? Wasn't it fine a few days ago?"
"My condition suddenly worsened last night and I am now unconscious. If you don't hurry up, you may not see me for the last time!"
"Then let's go there quickly!"
Nalanjie said as he handed the teacup in his hand to Nalan Wushuang and hurriedly walked outside.
"Grandpa, why are you going?" Nalan Wushuang called.
"Of course I'm going to see Chang Dao one last time."
"Grandpa, why have you forgotten that things are different now? Dr. Qin may be able to save Chang Dao's life!"
"Yes, why did I forget the little miracle doctor?" Nalanjie said to her, "Maybe this is because the long sword should not kill you. You should contact the little miracle doctor quickly and ask him to come no matter what."
"I'll call him now." After Nalan Wushuang finished speaking, he immediately took out his cell phone and dialed Qin Haodong's number.
Qin Haodong had just connected the phone when he heard Nalan Wushuang say urgently: "There is a patient now who urgently needs your help!"
Feeling Nalan Wushuang's eagerness, Qin Haodong said: "Come and pick me up, I'm at Jiangnan Hospital!"
"Wait for me at the door. I'll be there in ten minutes."
After Nalan Wushuang finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
Qin Haodong pulled off all the gauze wrapped around his body, put on the clothes prepared by Lin Momo, and left the ward.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the hospital, a red Maserati sports car drove over.
"Get in the car!" Nalan Wushuang shouted eagerly.
Qin Haodong opened the passenger door and got in. Nalan Wushuang stepped on the accelerator, and the Maserati rushed forward like an arrow from a string.
"Why did you come to the hospital to treat people?" Nalan Wushuang asked.
"This time it's not me who's treating someone, it's someone else who's treating me."
Qin Haodong briefly explained the injury situation last night.
Nalan Wushuang said in surprise: "You are so seriously injured, but you seem to be fine at all?"
Qin Haodong smiled and said: "I am a doctor myself, so of course the best one can do it faster."
"I don't know where you learned your medical skills. It's so unbelievable."
Nalan Wushuang drove faster and faster as she spoke. Her driving skills were indeed good, and she even reached a speed of 80 miles in the city.
"The car drives well!"
Qin Haodong said.
"Of course, I am the female car goddess of Jiangnan!"
Nalan Wushuang said with a hint of pride on his lips.
"Really or not?"
"What do you think?"
As if Nalan Wushuang wanted to prove himself with reality, the speed of the car was getting faster and faster. After leaving the city, it increased to 200 miles in the blink of an eye.
"Who are you treating in such a hurry?" Qin Haodong asked.
"Have you ever heard of the Divine Mercenary Group?"
Nalan Wushuang said while driving.
"No!"
Qin Haodong shook his head. He was just a senior student, so he didn't know anything about mercenaries.
Nalan Wushuang said: "The Divine Mercenary Group was once one of the most powerful mercenary groups in the world, ranking third in the world. In fact, they definitely have the strength to be number one, but in order to keep a low profile, they have never fully
Show your strength.”
Qin Haodong listened quietly, knowing that Nalan Wushuang was definitely not saying this to educate him about the mercenary group.
Sure enough, Nalan Wushuang continued: "The ones who need your help today are the Divine Mercenary Group."
Qin Haodong asked: "How come such an awesome mercenary group is still injured? It sounds like you have injured more than one person?"
Nalan Wushuang said: "What I am telling you today must be kept secret. In fact, the Shenbing Mercenary Group is different from other mercenary groups. Behind it is China."
"What do you mean?" Qin Haodong asked.
"In recent years, the underground competition in various countries has become more and more fierce, and China is no exception. However, there are many things that are not convenient for the official to take action, so the Shenbing Mercenary Group was created.
After the establishment of the Shenbing Mercenary Group, in addition to taking on some small tasks to hide from others, they also performed special tasks assigned by the country. Over the years, they have been through life and death, and have made great contributions to China."
At this point, Nalan Wushuang changed the subject, "But a year ago, for some reason, the background of the Divine Mercenary Group was suddenly leaked, and the hostile forces in China learned their secrets.
But the Shenbing Mercenary Group didn't know this. They took on a not-so-difficult mission as usual. Unexpectedly, it was a trap set by the Japanese. Two of the original eight members were killed on the spot, and the other six were killed.
They were all injured to varying degrees, and although they were not dead, they were all disabled.
The most tragic thing is that because of their special status, it was not convenient for the Chinese government to provide assistance after they were injured. In the end, my grandfather withdrew from the military and took them in as a private member of the Nalan family.
But even this could only be done quietly in private. My grandfather built a house behind the nursing home, and the remaining six members of the Divine Mercenary Group have been recuperating here over the past year.
The boss of the mercenary group, Chang Dao, was seriously injured and has been bedridden for a year. His condition suddenly worsened last night and he is now in critical condition."
Qin Haodong was moved for a while. The things that the Divine Soldiers and Mercenaries did were not known to the public, but they were heroes of China. Nalanjie was able to step down from his high position for the sake of the Divine Soldiers and Mercenaries. This kind of magnanimity was really admirable.
"Don't worry, as long as there is breath left, I can cure them."
Nalan Wushuang said: "Thank you on behalf of the Divine Mercenary Group!"
20 minutes later, Maserati bypassed the military sanatorium and came to a small valley behind.
On the hillside on one side, there is a large tile-roofed house, where Naranjie's military-branded A6 car is parked.
The two got out of the car, and Qin Haodong followed Nalan Wushuang and pushed the door open and walked in.
After entering the house, Qin Haodong saw Nalanjie standing in the house. Next to him stood a lame man holding a wooden stick. Opposite him were five mentally ill men, two in wheelchairs and three bedridden.
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These people all looked sick, but they had a strong murderous aura. It could be seen that they all came from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
On a bed in the middle, there lay a skinny man with his eyes closed and his face pale. He should be Chang Dao, the boss of the Shenbing mercenary group that Nalan Wushuang mentioned.
Qin Haodong could feel that the life breath of the long sword was quickly disappearing. If he didn't pay close attention to treatment, he might not be able to live much longer.
After seeing Qin Haodong come in, the lame man looked over with alert eyes, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.
After Nalanjie saw Qin Haodong, his face was filled with joy, and he hurriedly came over and said, "Little miracle doctor, Changdao is our hero in China, you must find a way to save him."
"I know!" Qin Haodong said, walked to Changdao's bed, stretched out his hand and started to feel his pulse.
Seeing that Qin Haodong was the doctor Nalanjie said, the cripple's expression relaxed, but then a hint of doubt arose. He couldn't believe that the young man in front of him could cure Chang Dao.
However, out of trust in Nalanjie, he did not say anything and just stood aside silently.
When time was running out, Qin Haodong took back his right hand and checked the injury on the long knife again.
"How's it going, little miracle doctor? Can the long knife still save me?"
Although Nalanjie knew about Qin Haodong's medical skills, his illness was too severe. He could see that the air was coming out but not coming in, and he was already dying.
Qin Haodong stood up and said, "It can be saved, but it's just a little troublesome."
After hearing this, the lame man threw away the wooden stick in his hand, knelt down in front of Qin Haodong with a plop, and said with excitement: "As long as you can save Boss Changdao, the lives of the six brothers in our Divine Soldier Mercenary Group will be yours.
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Qin Haodong pulled the lame man up from the ground and said, "I am treating you today purely out of respect for you and has nothing to do with anything else."
After finishing speaking, he took out the needle belt from his pocket and began to treat the injury.
Chang Dao's injuries were very complicated. Not only were the meridians of the internal organs damaged to varying degrees, but there was also an unknown toxin in the body. The most terrible thing was that there was a sword energy hidden in the Dantian.
It can be seen that the person who uses the sword is very skillful. He originally had the ability to kill Chang Dao directly, but he did not do that. Instead, he wanted to slowly torture Chang Dao to death through this cruel method.
Chang Dao is also a warrior, but being suppressed by such a sword energy, his Dantian can no longer lift the true energy, unable to repair his injuries, and can only wait for death day by day.
"What a vicious method!"
Qin Haodong cursed secretly, and then quickly inserted the silver needle into the Dantian of the long knife.
The way he used the needle this time was very special. He stabbed a circle with the Dantian as the center, and then began to use Aoki Qi to slowly force the sword Qi onto the silver needle.
Five minutes later, those silver needles began to tremble slowly, and then they shot out with a puff, hitting the roof and exploding into powder with a bang.
"What a domineering sword spirit!"
Qin Haodong was secretly shocked. These silver needles were completely blown to pieces by the sword energy. The man who wielded the sword was too skilled. Even if he encountered them now, he could only hide as far away as possible.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and finally passed the most difficult stage, and the rest became much easier.