Woz took a brush soaked in dark green concoction and brushed it back and forth on a three-inch long stab wound on a thick arm, while the young man was helping old Woz pass the suture through the silver needle.
Pinhole.
There are still many patients in this medical room, but there are not many like the boy who need to stay here to recuperate.
Staying for recuperation means occupying a bed for a long time, and each bed has to be paid 5 steel coins per hour, while the profit of a gladiator from a life-and-death fight is only 25 steel coins.
In other words, under normal circumstances, no matter how injured a gladiator is, after receiving treatment, he has to move from a clean medical room back to a dirty residence, which will undoubtedly slow down the recovery of the injury.
The boy's exception was only because of the extra match that Feng Ze added for him. If he didn't take good care of himself in the medical room, the match would definitely be ruined. And every gladiator basically has a sponsor who likes him, and for those sponsors
In order to maintain the fairness of the game in a certain sense, Baron Feng Ze exempted the young boy from all medical expenses so that he could concentrate on recovering his condition.
When the hunchbacked old man had just finished applying the medicine, he put down the medicine brush and said, "Your physical fitness is quite good."
"Huh? About me?"
The young man was stunned. He thought the old man was talking about this strong man, but he found that Old Woz's eyes were on him.
"I healed quickly from my injury. Is it all thanks to your medical skills?"
Although the young man suffered a lot, Old Woz's medical skills were indeed as reliable as he boasted. Even if the young man suffered such serious injuries, he could still walk in less than two days.
"Haha! Your aging medical skills are certainly one aspect, and your excellent physical fitness is also another aspect."
As usual, Old Woz admitted without hesitation that he had superb medical skills. This made the young man feel that this guy was a stinker, and the remaining good impression of his medical skills was gone.
Old Woz took the threaded needle and thread from the young man's hand and began to sew the strong man. Just as he used the silver needle to poke two holes in the flesh next to the wound, he suddenly asked coldly: "You
Have you measured its properties?"
"Huh? Attributes? I haven't tested them yet..."
As soon as I heard the attribute boy's voice, I unconsciously became much quieter.
It's not that he doesn't know the concept of six attributes, but testing attributes requires a special attribute crystal. That thing is an alchemical creation. Not only is it expensive, but its purpose is too single. After one person measures attributes once, he can test them several more times.
There is no way to measure it, so attribute crystals are generally purchased by some wealthy organizations rather than individuals.
Logically, there are attribute crystals in each helm of the Smiling Puppet. However, a few years ago, the boy was unable to activate the fighting spirit attribute in his body in the helm, so there was no need to test it.
Although he didn't know when he awakened his attributes, due to some accidents, he didn't have the chance to test his current fighting spirit attributes.
This is a pity. If you have the chance, you still have to test it.
"There are several public attribute crystals in Iron Feather City, but if you want to use them, you have to pay some handling fees. You can find time to test them out."
"Ah...it doesn't matter if something happens, right?"
As soon as he heard that he had to spend money, the young man's body ached instantly. The steel coins in his hand were all earned at the risk of his own life, and he felt the scars on his body hurt even if he spent one.
"There is such a thing as that!"
Old Woz suddenly became excited and failed to thread the needle and thread accurately, causing the face of the strong man who had taken the sleeping pill to twitch.
"Young man, don't you know? The attribute of fighting spirit determines the direction of your cultivation, and it is related to your choice of exercises."
"ha?"
The young man who was mourning the burly brother was still confused. He had no idea what Old Woz was talking about.
Old Watts explained: "Gongfa is a method of tempering the fighting spirit in the body. Different attributes of fighting spirit correspond to different attributes of the practice. With the appropriate skills to cultivate fighting spirit, it is twice the result with half the effort than using conventional meditation and breathing, and the fighting spirit is also improved."
It will be more condensed than before.”
"Ah? Is that so?"
The young man scratched his head. He didn't think there was anything wrong with the cultivation method he used before.
The training methods used to condense fighting qi are nothing more than tempering the body and meditating and breathing. Strengthening the body is to increase the strength of the muscles and veins in the body to withstand the greater impact of fighting qi; while meditation and breathing are to accumulate internal qi and prepare for the generation of fighting qi.
Lay the groundwork for quantitative changes to qualitative changes.
His cultivation method was taught by the instructors of Smiling Puppet. The method of meditating and breathing accumulates Qi very quickly. It is probably a very advanced breathing method.
And from the current point of view, even if fighting energy has been generated in his body, he doesn't feel anything wrong with the original method.
Although it is indeed increasingly difficult to deal with the enemies he currently encounters, his own age must also be considered.
The young man believes that if he is of the same age, he should have few opponents. This is not his boast. He has a special skill "static gaze" that can see through most of the moves. The killer instructors of the Smiling Puppet have also taught him
He has many practical combat skills, and he himself has relatively rich combat experience. In addition, he has memorized the moves of many strong men in his mind.
Now as long as the difference between each other's physical fitness and fighting spirit level is not too big, he can still fight.
"Don't underestimate Kung Fu. If you choose it well, your abilities will rise to the next level."
After saying this, the young man still looked suspicious. Seeing that he still didn't seem to take his words seriously, Old Woz added: "If you want to regain your strength to play the game in the remaining three days, you must
You have to choose a method that suits you."
"Huh? Really?"
This sentence finally made the young man have some interest, and he also wanted to speed up the recovery of his injuries. Feng Ze arranged the competition to embarrass him, and he did not want to die on the fighting field because of his injuries.
"Of course it's true."
Old Woz put on a straight face and explained seriously:
"Almost all attributes can speed up one's own self-healing ability, but because some attributes are more violent and some are more peaceful, the difficulty of utilizing them varies."
The young man widened his eyes and asked: "In other words, if my fighting spirit attribute is suitable for self-healing, can my injuries be restored quickly?"
"That's right, your most serious injury is a cracked rib. They say 'a hundred days of injury', but you only have three days. If after three days, your chest that has not recovered is injured again,
One punch... Young man, you might go directly to see the goddess of light."
Old Woz smiled and finally tied a knot on the wound that had been drying for a long time. Then he picked up gauze and bandaged the stitches.
The young man was holding his cheek and thinking about what Old Woz had just said. Although he always felt that something was wrong, what Old Woz said was not unreasonable. It was necessary to test it and get some skills by the way.
Knowing that the young man was almost certain, Old Woz laughed sinisterly. In order to prevent the young man from seeing his expression, he turned around and shouted to the strong man:
"Hey! Wake up! Boronaal!"
"Eh? Okay, are you ready?"
The strong man named Boronar stood up from the bed with a dazed look on his face. He could feel the pain in his wound, but it was indeed much better.
Old Woz said angrily: "It's cured. If there are no adverse reactions, just get out. If anything happens, come see me again. I'll pay for the medicine."
"Um, good."
The strong man patted his heavy head and walked out the door unsteadily.
When the strong man walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at the young man sitting on the bedside, and said in a surprised tone: "Hey! Who are you?"
"You know me?"
The young man pointed at himself. He had no impression of this strong man. When Boronal came to this medical room for treatment, the young man went to the toilet, and the two of them had no encounter.
"I'm Canajes..."
"He is Karnajes's younger brother. Karnajes beat you into such a 'horned beast'."
Before Boronar finished speaking, Old Woz, who was sorting things on his desk, casually explained the identity of the other party.
"Eh? About the horned beast, I'm...very sorry."
The young man heard about the horned beast being torn apart by wolves, and he knew that he had nothing to do with it.
"It's okay. You defeated Big Brother in an upright manner, and you didn't use such dirty tricks as drugs."
Boronar shook his head, obviously not blaming the young man or seeking revenge from him.
"Big brother often tells us, 'You have to admit when you lose, and you have to stand upright when you are beaten.' You have indeed defeated big brother, and I believe that big brother is also very convinced."
"No, I mean..."
The young man shook his head. What he was really sorry for was not the defeat of the horned beast, but...
"I should have killed him directly. If I had killed him, he could have died with dignity."
This was the knot that the young man had been feeling for the past few days. Because of his compassion, a man had become a beast's ration. This ending was not what he wanted at all.
"Haha, if you had not been merciful at that time, it would indeed have been much better than what he encountered next."
After sorting out the medicines, Old Woz turned his head and continued to say to the young man: "But if you don't show mercy, then this brother may have already started fighting with you here."
"Ha ha……"
Boronard laughed twice, and his expression proved that what Old Woz said was not a lie.
"When you showed mercy to eldest brother, our brothers all saw it. Although eldest brother is still bound to die, you have to spare eldest brother's life even if you want to anger Master Feng Ze. We also recognize you in our hearts.
brother."
"..."
The young man stared blankly at the strong man with a silly smile in front of him. He did not expect that these men with sinister faces would actually have this idea.
"We are all slaves, and our lives are as cheap as dogs. But if you have any trouble in the future, little brother, we will try our best to help you if we can."
"Well! I'm sorry to bother you, brother!"
The corners of the young man's eyes were a little moist. He stretched out his hands to hold Bolonar's hand. His hand felt a different kind of warmth wrapped in the other's big hand, and the heart in his chest that had begun to cool became a little hot again.
"Haha, I'm not even the eldest brother!"
The young man's call made Boronar laugh sheepishly. He let go of the young man's hands and touched his shiny scalp.
Due to poor sanitary conditions, it is easy for slaves to have parasites such as lice in their hair, so male slaves will basically shave their hair, while female slaves will also cut their hair short enough to be manageable.
Naal was no exception. The young man saw that he was completely adapted to everything in Iron Feather City. He was probably a slave who grew up in Iron Feather City.
"Okay, don't have any brotherhood here." Old Woz broke the atmosphere here, "Boy, don't forget to go to the center of the city to test your attributes."
"Oh, okay! I'll go there now."
Measuring attributes shouldn't take much time. In order to recover quickly, it's better to do it as early as possible.
After waving goodbye to Bronnar, the boy took his pocket bag and left the medical room.
Old Woz suddenly poked his head out of the medical room and shouted at the boy's back: "And boy! Don't forget to tell me my name when you get there, they will give you a discount for my sake."
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"Oh well!"
Hearing the word discount, the boy who ran to the exit immediately responded.
However, he still had some doubts in his heart: When had this old man been so nice?
"Tsk tsk!"
Seeing that the young man had gone away, Old Woz smiled sinisterly and took out two lists from his drawer.
One list said "Attribute Crystal Invitation" and the other was "Basic Skills Invitation". Old Woz had signed his name on both of them, and the various dividends for the recommended people were clearly written on it.
"Hehe! Boy, you didn't expect it, did you? I really can't stand my conscience if I don't take some advantage from a smart little guy like you!"