son-in-law god of war

Chapter 527 There must be no mistakes!

"woke up!"

"Little Luo woke up!"

Shen Wenhao slapped his thigh violently and stood up excitedly.

Murong Yan was also full of joy, and immediately came to the door of the ward, "Brother Luo!"

Luo Feng just sat up slowly from the hospital bed at this time, and after seeing Murong Yan with a happy face and Shen Wenhao with a gratified face, he also smiled.

"Dad, Xiaoyan, I'm fine."

"And, my strength has broken through again!"

Luo Feng's face was filled with excitement. Even he, he never expected that when he was fighting Nalan Honghai, he would comprehend the second volume of the ghost valley vertical and horizontal technique, which made his strength break through from the middle stage of dark energy to the In the late stage of Anjin, it can be regarded as reaching the lowest level that his father asked him to enter before entering the Tianwu world.

"Brother Luo, congratulations!"

Murong Yan had only cared about Luo Feng's life before, and didn't realize that Luo Feng's strength had improved again in the state of enlightenment and meditation, so he was naturally very happy.

"By the way, will Nalan Honghai live or die in the end?"

Luo Feng knew without asking, Murong Yan must have arrived in time to deal with Nalan Honghai in the end.

"His limbs have been completely amputated by me, and now he is guarded by Du Minghai in the Xishan Cemetery." Murong Yan only found out after receiving a call from Du Minghai.

"That old bastard, surely life is better than death now?" Luo Feng's eyes flashed with blood, and he said immediately: "I'll meet him later, and die with him in an unexpected way."

As he said that, he was about to stand up, but was pushed down by Murong Yan.

"You just woke up, and you still need to rest, so you can't get out of bed." Murong Yan said with an extremely serious expression, and said with such a reproachful tone: "And your right arm, how do you think it's hurt?"

"Skin trauma, it's fine."

Luo Feng looked at his right arm after the plaster was applied, just smiled slightly, and insisted on standing up.

"How could it be a skin trauma?"

"Brother Luo, your arm is broken in two pieces. Could this be a skin injury?" Murong Yan received nervously: "As the saying goes, a bone injury lasts for a hundred days, it's not just a skin injury."

"Xiao Yan, don't forget, my master is Senior Ye Jiuzhen, this injury will take less than a hundred days." Luo Feng smiled confidently, "Furthermore, if Dad can come back early to bring That herbal medicine, maybe, before the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in more than 20 days, my injury will be healed."

"This...is not unreasonable."

Murong Yan nodded, but still worried, "But now, you must sit down."

"Xiao Luo, don't be careless, I'd better listen to Xiao Yan, sit down and rest." Shen Wenhao also patted Luo Feng on the shoulder, and sat on the bed together.

"Actually, I want to go to the bathroom." Luo Feng smiled wryly.

"Uh... that's it, go ahead, I'll support you." Murong Yan was slightly taken aback, and then blushed for a while.

"Xiao Yan, except for my right hand which can't move, I can move freely without support." Luo Feng politely declined Murong Yan's kindness, then glanced at Shen Wenhao, and walked into the bathroom.

At this time, Dean Wang nodded secretly, "Mr. Shen, your good son-in-law is really a tough guy, your arm is injured like this, and you don't even frown."

"Little Luo is indeed a tough guy." Shen Wenhao nodded in relief.

Murong Yan pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, seeing Luo Feng wake up, she felt relieved.

However, when Luo Feng came out of the bathroom, he didn't stop for a moment, and immediately searched for his needle bag.

"Xiao Yan, where is my silver needle bag?"

Luo Feng looked around, but couldn't find his clothes.

"Before, you needed to change your sick clothes, so I changed them for you." Murong Yan said in a very low voice, and she lowered her head shyly while talking.

"Where's the silver needle bag?" Seeing Murong Yan's shy look, Luo Feng asked seriously without laughing.

"In my bag."

Murong Yan immediately turned around, and took out from her bag the silver needle bag that Luo Feng was carrying, which was also a gift from Ye Jiuzhen.

"Which ward are Uncle Zhao and Wu Long in?"

Luo Feng took the silver needle bag with one hand, and looked at the three present.

"next door."

Shen Wenhao, Murong Yan and Dean Wang almost spoke in unison.

"Dean Wang, how did you diagnose Uncle Zhao's injury?"

Luo Feng looked directly at Dean Wang, "And Wu Long, how about his injury?"

"Not optimistic."

Dean Wang shook his head and sighed: "Mr. Zhao Wanxiang's viscera have been displaced, and he needs to stay in bed for at least half a year. Of course, this can only be done after his injury improves."

"Now, what I'm asking is now." Luo Feng said in a concentrated voice.

"If you don't wake up before dawn tomorrow, you may become a vegetable." Dean Wang sighed, and then comforted: "However, Wulong's injury is fine, just like yours."

"Take me there quickly."

Luo Feng stopped talking, and immediately glanced at Shen Wenhao and Murongyan, "Dad, Xiaoyan, I must go there, with me, their injuries will be doubled, trust me."

The reason why he took the initiative to explain to them was that he didn't want them to worry too much about him.

Murong Yan could understand Luo Feng's mood, but Shen Wenhao didn't.

"Xiao Luo, I heard that you studied Chinese medicine under your teacher, but the injuries of Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wu were only treated with silver needles. I'm afraid..." Shen Wenhao didn't say it out, so as not to hurt Luo Feng.

"Dad, why don't you come with me to witness the miracle?"

Of course Luo Feng understood Shen Wenhao's confusion, and then said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will not be ambiguous in my work."

"Go, let's go together."

Seeing Luo Feng's serious expression, Shen Wenhao gradually gained confidence in himself.

Afterwards, everyone came to the next ward together.

Zhao Wanxiang was lying flat on the hospital bed with a ventilator on, looking a little pale.

"Everyone, go out and avoid."

After Dean Wang entered the room, he began to order all the medical staff to leave.

It was related to Luo Feng's use of Baicaotang's medical skills. Dean Wang was self-aware and made a correct judgment without waiting for Luo Feng's order.

"Dean Wang, help me disinfect."

Luo Feng kept staring at Shen Wenhao who was breathing weakly, and put the silver needle bag on the workbench.

"Okay, Mr. Luo."

Dean Wang had his hands full and opened the disinfection facility.

Luo Feng looked at Shen Wenhao again, and said, "Dad, help me lift Uncle Zhao's shirt."

"no problem."

Shen Wenhao stepped forward and began to carefully change clothes for the unconscious Zhao Wanxiang.

"Xiaoyan, help me get the needle."

Whether Zhao Wanxiang can wake up at dawn depends on the effect of Luo Feng's injection.

Therefore, he attaches great importance to the injection of Zhao Wanxiang this time. If he makes a mistake, he will regret it for the rest of his life in guilt and self-blame!

There must be no mistakes!

(End of this chapter)