My master is invincible

Chapter 292 Nine Coffins (15)

"Brother Jiu, you misunderstood me. My arm is a little special. I don't feel it. It doesn't matter whether I use anesthesia or not. I can't feel pain." Stammering, his face was a bit unnatural.

"What's going on? I haven't heard you say it before." I asked in surprise.

With a stammering smile, he said, "I don't know what's going on. When I was seven or eight years old, I didn't feel this hand. If I didn't find blood before, I didn't even know that this hand was injured."

When Stutter said this, before I had time to speak, I saw the doctor pinch Stutter's arm and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Stuttering shook his head and said, "It doesn't hurt!"

"Young man, the meridians in your arm are damaged and you lose your sense of touch. If you go on for a long time, you may not only lose your sense of touch, but you may also lose your ability to move. Our small hospital can only sew your wounds and treat the meridians inside. It’s best to go to Changsha Neurology Hospital.” The doctor shook his head and said.

Incapacitated?Hearing these words, I was completely dumbfounded, what's going on?I asked the doctor if it was caused by a knife wound?He told me that the stuttering should be due to an injury when I was a child, which caused the current situation, and it is best to receive treatment within a year.

"Brother Jiu, don't listen to the doctor's nonsense. After more than ten years, this arm is almost the same as a normal arm except that I don't feel it." Seeing my frustrated face, Stammer comforted me.

I nodded and didn't speak, but I thought of Yang Yan, a long-haired doctor. He seemed to be the director of neurology in the provincial capital. Isn't the provincial capital of Hunan just Changsha?Could it be... the hospital the doctor mentioned is the hospital where Yang Yan is?
Thinking of this, I asked the doctor to bandage the wound for my stammer, while I walked outside the door, took out my mobile phone and called Yang Yan.

In just a few seconds, the call was connected. Before I could speak, Yang Yan's hearty voice came from the phone, "Brother Jiu, is there a shortage of Eight Immortals who know medical skills?"

"Long Mao, I have a question for you!" I was stunned, and asked straight to the point.

"What's the problem?" Yang Yan said.

"My friend's arm was injured when he was a child, and he lost all feeling in his arm. Is there any way to cure it?" I told him about my stammer.

After hearing this, he was silent for a while, and said: "Brother Nine, the human body's nerves are too complicated. I haven't seen the patient, so there are some things that are hard to say. How about this? I'll go to Dongxing Town on weekends, and you bring your friend to let me have a look." .”

"I'm in Quyang, I may not be able to go back on weekends!" I said.

"What are you doing in Quyang?" Yang Yan asked suspiciously.

"I have something to do. When I go back, I will take my friend to Changsha to find you. What do you think?" I hesitated for a while and said.

"Okay, remember to call me in advance, the sooner the better, in the near future, I may go to the United States for a month of training, you try to come here before I go abroad." Yang Yan said.

I hummed, hung up the phone, didn't go in, and leaned against the wall.The stuttering arm should be an old disease. I don't know if Yang Yan is sure to cure it. If he can't cure it, his hand may be useless.

Stuttering is the only son in his family. If he has a problem with his hand, the family will have no financial income. How will the mother and son live in the future?Never allow a stuttering arm to be a problem.

After thinking about it for a while, my desire for money is getting stronger and stronger. As long as I have money, if Changsha can’t be cured, I’ll go to Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou.
Touching the only one thousand yuan left in my pocket, I knew that all this was just a fantasy, and I had to work hard to make money if I wanted to turn the fantasy into reality.In our line of Eight Immortals, if we want to make money quickly, there is only one way, to make a name for ourselves, to hold funerals and carry coffins for those dignitaries.

I stayed at the door for about ten minutes, feeling very irritable, and ignored the rule of no smoking in the hospital, I smoked three cigarettes in a row until the doctor's voice came from the infirmary, "Okay!"

I stubbed out the cigarette butt, walked in, and saw that Stutter's hand was wrapped in a thick layer of white gauze, and some blood stains could be vaguely seen.

I thanked the doctor and asked how he was doing.He said: "As long as gravity is not used during this period, the knife wound will be fine. However, for the sensory problem of the arm, I suggest you treat it as soon as possible!"

I hummed and asked him how much he needed to treat the knife wound. He gave up, took out 3 yuan and 5 cents from his pocket, and said, "This is the registration fee and card opening fee you just paid."

I didn't take the money and looked at him suspiciously.He smiled and said, "I said before that if our hospital doesn't charge you, it won't stop charging you. Even if it's only 3 yuan, our hospital will definitely not charge you."

I was about to refuse, but he said first: "Don't get me wrong, it's not because of your face, but out of respect for the old heroes, I hope you will understand me."

I stared at him for a while and said, "Doctor, it's true that we are here for the funeral of the old hero. It's not clear who will be responsible for the funeral. Just tell me how much it is, and I'll pay for it."

He gave up and said, "As long as you come for a funeral, our hospital will not accept your money. This is our hospital's respect for the anti-Japanese heroes, and it is also the respect of our Huangshui Town people for the old heroes."

Hearing what he said, I couldn't hold on any longer, so I thanked him again, and then walked out of the infirmary with a stutter.

After leaving the infirmary, we didn't stay too long in the hospital, and went directly to the gate.

When I came to the gate, I was a little nervous. I looked to the left, and it was empty. The three men in black had disappeared. I must have lost my patience and left.

My heart was relieved, and I quickly left the hospital with my stutter. Because my stutter had just received stitches, my pace was a bit slow, and I walked for about half an hour.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the appointed place, he stammered and stretched out his finger to point not far away, and said, "Ninth brother, look over there."

I was taken aback, and looked along where his finger was, the snowflakes on the ground were extremely white, without a single blemish.To my surprise, there was a lot of blood on the spot that stammered, bright red, especially dazzling.

Where did the blood stain come from?
In an instant, my whole heart was suspended. I stuttered and injured earlier, we didn't take that road, the blood on his body couldn't have fallen to that place, but now, there are blood stains in that place, could it be...?
I yelled that I was not good, and I didn't care about my stuttering. I rushed into the half-built house at a fast pace, and shouted loudly while running: "Guo Fatty, Guo Fatty."

The voice was like a stone sinking into the sea, but I didn't get any response. I felt a little uneasy in my heart, and the pace of my feet was faster. When I came to the room, there was no one, Ma De, where did Fatty Guo go?

(End of this chapter)