Chapter 230

"Ah……"

Jing Jian laughed suddenly, as if he had heard some funny joke, he looked at the doctor calmly, and said softly: "Old Gui, tell me, what are the chances that General Zhen Guo will recover. "

"hardly."

The ghost doctor Qi Boguang shook his head, frowned and said, "It's good if I can save his life. Wanting to restore his original state is like a dream come true."

"A fool's dream?"

Jing Jian frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with this answer: "He has lost his memory, is unconscious, and has many broken bones in his body. You are called a ghost doctor, you can steal people's lives from the Temple of Yama, and you can argue with Xi Xiangduo, a genius doctor. It won't be cured at all, will it?"

When Qi Boguang heard this, his face twisted with anger, and he said angrily: "Who said I can't be cured? When your subordinates found him, he would hang his breath. If it was a quarter of an hour later, he would basically die." Now, if the old man hadn't worked so hard to save him for ten days, the grass on his grave would be three inches high now!"

What he hates the most is being questioned about his medical skills.

The most annoying thing is that someone compares him with Xi Xiangduo.

It can be said that Jing Jian violated his two big taboos!
If it was someone else, he would have already started.

Whether it was poisoning or black hands, he had to make people half dead.

But this person is Jing Jian, he can't fight, run, even speak, so he can only defend himself with his mouth aggrievedly, and vent his anger.

"Thanks to the old ghost."

Jing Jian smiled faintly, with a smile in his eyes, and said in an unhurried tone: "So, you mean that you can cure it right? Then I can rest assured, General Zhen Guo is still holding two hundred thousand Dong Jiang Dajun, there can be no mistakes! By the way, how long will it take you to cure him?"

Qi Boguang suddenly felt as if he had swallowed a fly.

He never said he could cure it.

But he refused to admit that he could not be cured.

These days he has been looking for a way.

External injuries are easy to cure, but internal injuries are difficult to heal.

What's more, Su Huaishan has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and he has been suffering from illness for a long time.

If it wasn't for his strong body and being able to resist, he might have died long ago.

Now all the internal organs in his stomach have been damaged to a certain extent, several ribs are broken, and the bones of his limbs are all broken. If he can save a life, it is really a big deal.

But Jing Jian actually asked him what is the chance of healing the person back to normal.

He really felt that Jing Jian shouldn't have come looking for him.

You should go to a temple to worship Buddha, and maybe your wish may still come true.

"What? Are you unsure of the time?"

Jing Jian didn't realize how shameless he was asking these questions at all. He blinked and said empathetically, "It doesn't matter if there is a delay in time, and I'm not the kind of unreasonable person. How about it, I'll give you a month It shouldn’t be a problem to heal General Zhenguo’s trauma, right? At least let him get out of bed and walk? As for his memory, I don’t think it will be too long. Give him a little stimulation within the range that his body can bear, and see if he can get better soon!"

Qi Baiguang saw this man speak so easily with empty teeth, trembling with anger, wishing to open his mouth to scold his mother.

But when he woke up the next day to find that his proud gray beard had been shaved off because of his mutual hatred with Jing Jian, he had no choice but to swallow the anger that burst out of his chest. Flushed and said: "I try my best."

"Just trying to do it?"

Jing Jian sighed with regret, "If Senior Xi is here, he should give me an accurate answer, right?"

(End of this chapter)

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