Taoyuan little fairy doctor

Chapter 1396 Three Minutes Healing Surgery
Everyone's thoughts have been written on their faces, and the pretty anchor He Yuting can naturally see it. This makes her eyes full of surprises. She is still thinking about Chen Hao's handsome appearance before, and she is inevitably nervous.

After all, it is true that Chen Hao is a cultivator, but he is also a doctor. If it is an ordinary patient, everything is fine, but in front of these cultivators, if his medical skills are not good enough, it would be embarrassing.

Qiao anchor He Yuting was worried at the same time.

At this moment, the barbecue monk Jiang Yuda also looked slightly surprised. As a barbecue master, it is necessary to cut up various meat products every day.

So he is very clear about the damage that his own knife can cause.

Not fatal, but enough to cripple the female monk's arm.

Hearing Chen Hao say that it was a small problem, a slightly contemptuous smile appeared on his lips.

After all, he has been obsessed with swordsmanship for half his life.

Knowing the damage that can be done is definitely an expert.

Everyone was a little contemptuous of Chen Hao's statement, and at the same time, the middle-aged woman with short hair and her forehead was covered with sweat, but at this moment, she gritted her teeth and said.

"Consultant Chen, don't comfort me. As a monk, I know very well that this arm is going to be useless. Please give it proper treatment."

Chen Hao was surprised.

Frowning slightly.

Xiaonan Village Clinic, as well as Zhenlongxia Central Hospital, which is under construction, are targeting cultivators.

In this situation.

If her arm can't be healed, wouldn't it be that she has smashed her own brand.

So Chen Hao, who frowned slightly, just smiled and said casually.

"Just be at ease!"

Many cultivators present curled their lips, and Qiao anchor He Yuting frowned.

But before their expressions could restrain themselves, what happened next made their expressions freeze on their faces.

"So strong!"

Because at this moment, Chen Hao, who had already taken out the needle and thread from the ring, not only was the stitching movement in his hands extremely fast, but also surprised the practitioners.

The needle in Chen Hao's hand was as thin as a cow's hair, and he was not suturing the wound at all, but was suturing the tendons and muscles that had been severed by the knife.

Looking at Chen Hao, his dexterity made them speechless.

Once distracted, the stitches could not be seen clearly, and all the cultivators present gasped.

"What a powerful stitching technique, my God, he wants to connect the tendons and muscles on the spot?"

"Hiss... how is that possible, in the cultivation world, the normal treatment for such an injury is to stop the bleeding and suture, and it's over if you save your life!"

"What a fine stitch, my God."

And compared to those cultivators who were shocked, Jiang Yuda, the barbecue monk at this moment, was even more shocked, because at this moment, in his eyes, Chen Hao, who was stitching the arm of the short-haired woman, had already slowed down. .

Not only is the movement natural, every stitch is as if done by a godsman, in his eyes, it is not suture at all, but a set, which makes him hold his breath and concentrate, not daring to omit any omissions, the peerless swordsmanship.

Every stitch exudes an incomparable Dao rhyme.

Not only the barbecue monk Jiang Yuda was watching, his blood boiled, even the leader of the cultivator standing not far away had an extremely shocked look in his eyes at the moment.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! Although it is only a suturing technique, it is perfectly round and natural. If the needle in his hand is replaced by a sword, I am afraid I will not be able to support three moves!"

And while everyone was shocked.

The eyes of the beautiful monk who followed the short-haired woman were extremely bright.

Looking at Chen Hao's hand, like a dancing elf, with extraordinary dexterity, with a quick and incomparable twitch, when the instantly tense silk thread sewed up the severed tendons, she was amazed and ecstatic.

And when Chen Hao drew again, the fluffy silk thread pulled the severed muscles together in an instant, and it was completely impossible to see the extent of the injury, her beautiful eyes were wide open, and she was as dazed as a piece of wood.

And when Chen Hao took the last draw, the silk thread in his hand, the skin of the short-haired woman's arm, if it wasn't for swelling, blood stains, and the fine stitches stitched by a high-end sewing machine, those stitches were flattened, and it looked more like it was painted on her. on the arm.

This made the female monk who was already good at embroidery, her pretty face instantly blush, and her heart was beating wildly.

"What a clever trick!"

And just as she was shocked.

In Chen Hao's hand, a small box of light yellow plaster exuding a strange fragrance appeared. Chen Hao deftly took some out of it, and gently spread it evenly according to the stitching marks.

Immediately, everyone saw very clearly that the wound on the woman's forearm was swollen, and it was returning to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Fuck, God!"

Shocked, the petite monk blurted out foul words.

The other cultivators also showed shock on their faces.

"Don't move, wait for 3 minutes, everything will be as usual."

Chen Hao put away the strange scented plaster in his hands, and his calm words shocked the practitioners present.

"What did you say?"

The short-haired female monk looked horrified.

"Don't move, everything will return to normal in 3 minutes."

Immediately, the other monks around him exploded, not only swishing, but also rushed to the front, and stared at the arm of the short-haired middle-aged female monk with shocking eyes.

"It's a miracle that the arm can be saved after such a traumatic death, 3 minutes? How is this possible? It's too late to make a pack of instant noodles!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible. If such an injury can return to normal in 3 minutes, doesn't that mean that during the battle, it can be healed at any time, and you can continue to fight at any time?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The monks were all shocked, and even Jiang Yuda, the barbecue monk who was left aside, couldn't help himself. He took a few steps closer, and his eyes were full of doubts.

100 days of injury.

This is an old saying.

As for the injury of a middle-aged female cultivator with short hair, Jiang Yuda is confident that even if she can save her life, her arm will definitely be destroyed, so if Chen Hao can save her hand, it will be a miracle, 3 minutes?Even if he was killed, he couldn't believe it. After all, it was his sword technique that he had practiced thousands of times, and the calculation of damage was what he was most proud of.

3 minutes to heal?
Then his knife will cry!

Seeing such a situation, Qiao anchor He Yuting hugged the little girl, feeling very worried. At the same time, she also felt that it was unbelievable that she returned to normal in 3 minutes, which sounded unreliable.

After all, even the scammers on the street dare not brag like that.

Therefore, she couldn't help complaining to Chen Hao through voice transmission, and said, "Why are you so crazy? How can you say such things?"

But her words have not yet fallen.

The middle-aged woman with short hair couldn't wait for 3 minutes. She clenched her fists uncontrollably and formed seals with one hand. In addition to the severe pain that made her forehead sweat, her hands were amazingly flexible.

(End of this chapter)