Evil Prince With Adorable Princess

After a pause, Mr. Xu continued: "if the foot is seriously injured, it's unavoidable to have a bone graft. It's not good to be too nervous. I'll go upstairs to find some medicine and wine equipment first."

Shao Moli nodded and said, "go, old man."

After Mr. Xu slowly went upstairs, Sikou nianxi showed a small face that was too frightened. Looking at Shao Moli, he trembled his lips and said, "Brother Shao, I just sprained my foot, and I didn't break my foot bone. But how does the old man say that he wants to connect with me? It seems that it's very serious. It's very painful, isn't it?"

Shao Mo Li laughs: "nianxi, you don't know Mr. Xu's temper. Well, although he is good at medicine, he has a strange temperament."

The old man likes to make the patient's condition more serious. Of course, it's not too unreasonable. It's typhoid fever, but he says that you are going to see the king of hell in the middle of the night. He can't say anything like that. After all, no one will believe it.

Shao Moli said to Sikou nianxi with a smile: "he said your little sprain was broken bone. Don't worry about it. He, after living for a long time, has a good temper. He likes to play jokes with people. Later, he says that your feet are OK. When you don't need to connect the bone, the simulation will match him as much as possible and make him happy."

Sikou nianxi sniffed the corner of his mouth, looked at Shao Moli and said, "this old gentleman is really cute and interesting."

With that, Sikou nianxi frowned, as if he suddenly thought of something. He looked up at Shao Moli and said, "Brother Shao, you just said that the old man is very old. I look at him. He has white hair and even white beard, but I don't know how old he is."

"You definitely can't guess," Leng Shaoyuan shook his head and said to sikornianxi with a smile, "he has eight hundred this year."

"Eight in a hundred?" Sikou nianxi was really surprised after hearing this. He thought that there were such old and long-lived people in the world. There are so many strange things in the world. At his age, he is rare in the world today. That's a little different from ordinary old people. It's fair to say.

After a pause, Sikou looked at Shao Mo Li and asked, "Brother Shao, it seems that you are very familiar with that old man. Did you know him very early?"

"Well." Shao Mo Li nodded, as if in memory of the past in general, slowly said: "I and this old Mr. Xu really knew each other a long time ago."

At that time, Shao Moli was just a childish young man. Because the commander of general Shao forced him to practice martial arts, he always suffered some injuries. However, he didn't want to let general Shao see these injuries, for fear that he would scold him. So Shao Moli has been hiding these injuries, not to the doctor in the house.

Some minor skin injuries are OK. You just ignore them. In the past ten days and a half months, they will get better. However, if the injury is a little more serious, you can't avoid taking medicine. Like Shao Moli, you don't pay any attention to the treatment. After a long time, the problem will come out.

One day when he was walking in the street, his head became dizzy before he knew it, and then he fainted and fell unconscious in the street.

When Shao Moli woke up, he found that he was not lying on his big soft bed, but on a wooden bed with some chrome people.

Next to him sat an old man with crane hair and childlike face, looking at him lovingly. Seeing Shao Moli wake up, the old man's eyes immediately glowed. Looking at Shao Moli, he said, "you wake up?"

Shao Moli felt that his head was still heavy, but he could still nod reluctantly. So he looked at the old man and nodded his head.

The old man was very excited when he saw that he could still understand his question: "little old man thought your brain was burnt out, but I didn't expect that you could still understand little old man's words. Look, it's not bad."

Hearing this, Shao Mo Li could only stare at the old man. His mouth was very dry, and his voice was a little dry: "what What brain is burned out? "

Smelling speech, the old man's face immediately showed a very distressed expression. He sighed to Shao Moli several times, and then said: "this young man's face is delicate and handsome. How can he have hundreds of injuries? Some of the wounds are inflamed, but no one can treat you. I really don't know how your parents take care of you I don't know what kind of ruthless thing will actually do such a cruel hand to prove a weak young man. "

Shao Moli shook his head and said, "no wonder my father hid the injury from him. I'm not hurt by anyone. I'm all hurt when I practice. "

The old man's face sank and looked at Shao Mo Li. He said, "what a stubborn young man! Who taught you to endure the injury? The wound is inflamed and you have a big fever, but you don't care. You are now in your prime, but you really don't want to die?"

Shao Mo Li was stunned when he heard that he was wrong, so he lowered his head slowly and said nothing more. In fact, he didn't expect that things would be so serious. He had known that before, he would not hide the injuries.After a while, the old man took a look at Shao Moli and sighed: "fortunately, you are very lucky. When you meet me, I don't know anything else, but I know some medical theories. I just gave you an injection. Now your fever will be gone. If it's a little later, your brain will be burned. At that time, a handsome young man with elegant demeanor will be dead It's a dull fool, isn't it

Shao Mo Li nodded with a smile and said respectfully to the old man, "thank you for saving my life."

The old man waved his hand and said with a smile, "well, I don't have to say these polite things to you. If I can find you in the street, it's my fate with you. This little old man has lived to such an age. The most important thing in his life is fate. You don't have to be polite to me, young man. But there's one thing I want you to know. You should take good care of your injuries when you practice martial arts, But why do you want to keep it from your father? "

"I..." Shao Mo Li lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "my father is a general who always wins. Even if he leads a battle, there are few scars on his body. But I only practice martial arts with the grass man, but my body is covered with color. I can't hang it on my face, so I dare not talk to my father."

The old man said with a smile: "young master, you are wrong. You only see your father's high spirited appearance at the moment, but you don't see the pain he suffered when he was young. You are a silly boy. Your father is so good at martial arts now. He was injured several times as much as you when he was young. How can he look down on you when you were injured ？”