The Flowers are Blooming in Colour

Chapter 82: pain

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"Dye kid, come and help me." The old man sat on the window sill panting, as if tired.

Jun Moran pushed the wheelchair and helped him carry the burden. Feeling the weight of the burden, Jun Moran frowned, "What is so heavy?"

"It's all for treating your legs!" The old man jumped into the house from the window sill, and then began to turn his baggage: "This is a saw, which cuts your bones, this is a file, which frustrates your bones, this It's iron tongs, it's your bones, this is a hammer..."

The old man's interest was very high, but Jun Mo dyed his scalp numb when he heard the same thing: "Okay, don't introduce it, let's start."

The old man raised his eyebrows. This kid is okay. He deliberately frightened him, but he was not afraid.

"You really think about it." The old man dropped the tool in his hand and suddenly looked at him seriously: "The chance of success in this treatment is not high, less than 10%. Once it fails, you will never again. The opportunity to stand up!"

Jun Mo dyed his face black and stared at him: "Why is so much nonsense, is it cured?"

The old man stared at him well

After a while, he didn't even flinch. He nodded and pointed to the small couch next to him and said, "Yes, I will treat you now. You go to the couch and lie down."

Jun Moran didn't speak any more, got up from the wheelchair, and walked towards the small couch with difficulty.

Even if the pain is so painful that he wants to die, he still enjoys it. Perhaps after today, he will never have a chance to stand up again. But even if the chance is slim, he has to try.

He wanted her so much, he was crazy to think about it.

Thinking of Hualaoyue, Jun Moran's eyes became firmer, and he walked to the small couch and lay down straight.

"Take off your pants." The old man fiddled with tools without raising his head.

Jun Moran frowned, but took off his pants obediently.

The old man took the mochi and scattered, but Jun Moran shook his head: "No, you can come directly."

The old man was stunned, frowned and looked at Jun Mo Ran. Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, he followed him again: "That old man will start, it will hurt so much that you doubt life, so hold back!"

Jun Moran soon felt that his leg was cut by a knife, and it hurt suddenly.

It has to be tight.

The old man cut off both of Jun Moran's legs, and then began to twist all his misplaced bones. The whole process of twisting his bones really made Jun Moran doubt his life.

The old man moved his hands quickly, but his eyes were aimed at Jun Moran.

Seeing him in this way, he didn't even groan. A flash of admiration flashed in the old man's eyes.

The old man hasn't taken a lot of people in his life. This kid is definitely one. He knows his own operation. Almost no one can bear this kind of inhuman pain. Several of his previous medicine boys died in the middle. Up.

But this kid could endure not saying a word. He deserves to be the king of Yan, the legendary figure of Nan Yan, who was frightened by everyone.

As the old man thought, the movements of his hands became more and more careful.

The old man smashed the twisted flesh and bones directly, and the old man also cleaned up the broken bones.

Jun Moran was so painful that he wanted to die at first, but later became numb when the pain was so extreme.

The whole person was in a trance, as if he saw the father and the mother and the concubine. They seemed to tell him that they were waiting for him, and they were waiting very hard.

(End of this chapter)