Chapter 337 The Doctor’s Parental Heart

I stared at him for a while and smiled: "Are you afraid that your family will be implicated?"

He looked at me, noncommittal.

I shook my head and said: "Since I can get all your information, I have the ability to help you get rid of the threat of the second young master. I am going to the medical center now. If you are willing to believe me, come with me. If you don't believe me, then come with me." , just do whatever you want.”

Saying that, without looking back, he strode directly towards the medical center.

The cadre always followed me, but at the same time, he always kept a distance of about two meters from me.

Due to the loss of his arms, he struggled to walk and was unable to maintain balance. He fell down several times in a row, but struggled to get up again. His tenacity really impressed me.

After walking for almost ten minutes, we arrived in front of a small house.

This small house is at the junction of the civilian area and the slum area, so it is very hidden.

When ordinary people see it, they will think that this is just an extremely ordinary poor household. However, this place is a place that I can't forget.

It is a medical hospital, and the priest here once saved my life.

It was the time I challenged the tauren boss at a low level.

On the verge of death, I crawled to this place and was saved by the priest of this medical center. From then on, I often ate and drank here for a period of time.

I slammed the door loudly and shouted, "Old man, are you there? I'm An Xiaoyi. Open the door. I need your help!"

Not long after, the same noisy yelling came from inside the house: "Stop yelling, stop yelling, it's so noisy, you bastard, you still know how to come here to see me, I thought you died in the underground city Woolen cloth!"

Creaking, the door opened, and an old man with a beard hanging down to his chest came out.

I laughed and hugged him.

Taylor moved away extremely quickly and said: "You bastard, what's wrong with you? Why is your whole body covered in blood? What's that in your hand? An arm? Whose arm? Eh? This person behind you is... give it to me quickly. I come in, what’s going on!”

I chuckled and walked into the house.

The cadre behind him also followed in, but when he was crossing the threshold, he fell.

Taylor wanted to help him, but was refused.

"Don't worry about him, old man, let him get up on his own," I said, "This is the last test for him."

The cadre didn't speak, but stared at me angrily. After a while, he slowly got up from the ground.

Taylor closed the door, hurriedly took a few steps forward, and said to me: "You bastard, what on earth is going on?"

I didn't answer directly, but smiled and handed my arm over and said, "Old man, let's see if these arms can be reattached."

Taylor stepped forward and removed the bandage from the cadre.

The blood had solidified. When the bandage was pulled off, the cadre had an expression of pain on his face, but he still gritted his teeth and remained silent.

I pulled up a chair, pushed it behind him, and said, "Sit down."

He glared at me first and refused to sit down, but he didn't want the blood to flow out again when the bandage was pulled off. I saw his body starting to shake, and knowing that this was a sign that he was about to faint, I didn't care anymore and took care of myself. Make my chair again.

Sure enough, less than half a minute after I did it, he plopped down on the chair, sweating on his forehead and shaking all over.

It seemed that his physical strength had been exhausted.

Taylor looked at his wound carefully, frowned slightly, and said to me, "80% sure."

As he said that, he turned to me and asked, "When do you plan to let him start receiving treatment?"

"The sooner the better."

"Then let's start now."

Taylor rummaged through the pile of clutter on the side, looking for something.

I asked, "Old man, what are you looking for?"

Taylor didn't even raise his head and said, "My magic wand, do you see where it is?"

"Please, I just arrived at your house. Can you look at the legs that support the table?"

Taylor leaned over to take a look, and his face turned red immediately. He laughed and said, "Look at my memory. One of the legs of this table was broken, so I had to dismantle it. I couldn't find a suitable wooden strip, so I installed the magic wand." I went up, but I forgot about it, haha, haha."

"Come on." I lifted the table, turned it over, and laid it flat on the ground. "It just so happened that I came here and had nothing to do. I'll just fix it for you and save you the trouble of getting the magic wand." Do you know that using it as a table leg is a waste of natural resources?"

Taylor laughed awkwardly again, pulled off the magic wand, and began to treat the cadre.

I walked out the door and started looking for materials to make table legs.

There are still a lot of trees in the civilian areas and slums of Airui City, but they are mostly used for decoration and shade, and few people will cut them down to take home.

In fact, I am also a very environmentally friendly person. I usually take good care of trees, but today is a special case.

It is easy to kill people with the Naotachi, and it is also easy to chop down trees.

With just one knife, the small tree as thick as an arm was broken in half.

I dragged the broken tree to a dark alley, and with a few cuts, I cleaned up all the excess branches and bark.

Then, carrying a long wooden bar that had been cut into three fingers in diameter, he looked around and saw that there was no one there, then knocked on the door of Taylor's house and slipped in.

I found nails and a hammer from the tool box and started installing the legs.

Because the ping-ping-pong-pong sound was very loud, which affected the progress of Taylor's treatment, he protested to me, but I pretended not to hear him and continued to repair my table.

After about ten minutes, the table was repaired. I placed it on the ground and shook it a few times. It was stable, flat, and strong.

I nodded with satisfaction, patted the table and said, "Old man, the table is ready."

Taylor responded and continued busy with treatment.

I calmed down and looked at the severed arm of the cadre he was treating in boredom.

Taylor first chanted a burst of magic and applied a ball of light green light to the surface of the broken arm. Soon, I found that small granules began to grow at the position of his broken arm. Then, he placed the arm in a good position and again While talking about magic, another ball of the same light green light slowly flowed into it along the broken gap.

The process was done slowly and carefully, and beads of sweat began to form on Taylor's face.

I said worriedly: "Old man, are you okay? Why don't you continue later?"

"Stop talking," Taylor said: "Treat him quickly while his arm is still active. Maybe he can be completely cured. If it takes a while, his arms will really be useless."

"Hey, doctors have such a parental heart," I sighed: "Old man, you are really born to be a priest. You are so kind."