Magician little princess

Chapter 97

Zhuge smiled wryly and said: "Okay, don't be poor, go out, Ouyang comes in, everyone else goes out, I want to check him."

The current Che Dishu is a mummy, and it is hard to tell how badly he is injured from the outside, but Zhuge Xiaoxiao is an expert after all, and a real expert can tell that there is a problem at a glance.

"Yes, uncle." Ouyang Shaoqing immediately ran in joyfully, wisely avoiding Bai Xiuyu's murderous eyes.

"Xiaoxiao, he still can't die, is it necessary...?" Bai Xiuyu's voice became lower and lower, until finally he looked at his own toes.

Nalan Zhen saw that the majestic man just now turned into a poor abandoned puppy, goose bumps all over his body.

"Okay, don't play tricks, go out quickly, old man, you go out too." Zhuge smiled and kicked him, not hard, and even a little ambiguous.

Bai Xiuyu looked at the invisible marks on the trouser legs, thinking about whether to wear white next time, so that there would be little footprints left behind.

Old man Zhou exhorted a few words very uneasy, but now there is really no other way.

Just leave it to your fate!
A group of people were all kicked out, and the white fox became the target of two playful guys, Wu Shixi and Wu Twelve, who asked him to demonstrate the independent analysis to them, which made Baihu's face pale and blue.

Bai Xiuyu simply went up to the roof, but was discouraged by the piles of grave mounds.

As for the present inner room——

"My God, what's going on with him?" Nalan Zhen couldn't help but speak out.

Ouyang Shaoqing's eyes also widened, Mo Ziyan's face was calm like Zhuge Xiaoxiao's, but it still stirred up a lot of waves in their hearts.

The person who unwrapped the gauze was lying on the bed, and a strong smell of medicinal herbs was already emitted.The unpleasant smell of the medicinal herb no longer surprised the four people around, because what was even more surprising was the human body.

Che Dishu's whole body could hardly find a piece of complete skin, all showing a weird purple color.Numerous wounds were all over the body, many flesh turned out, and the turned places were bruised, which was indescribably ferocious.

Almost from the face to the ankle, except for the soles of the feet, there are scars in a regular cycle shape.

Looking at the wound with a smile, Zhuge suddenly thought of meat grinders, electric fans, and lawn mowers. Che Dishu in front of him felt as if he had been thrown into a meat grinder.It was like being run over by an electric fan or a lawn mower, and the feeling of incongruity became more and more obvious.

"It takes so long to see an injury, that old man... um..." Fang Che Dishu's bad temper came up, and he naturally ignored others and started cursing.

But this time he didn't have the ability to finish his sentence, Mo Ziyan didn't seem to express anything, but he easily inserted a silver needle into Che Dishu's acupuncture point, turning him into a statue.

Che Dishu cursed these little bastards in his heart, but no one heard his "heart".

"What kind of wound is this caused by a weapon?" Ouyang Shaoqing thought that he had seen a lot, but it was the first time he saw so many wounds on a person's body, and they were so special.

Mo Ziyan checked carefully, then frowned slightly, and when he looked up, Zhuge Xiaoxiao and Nalanxin were looking at him.

"I'm not sure if it's that kind of thing." Mo Ziyan sighed before saying seriously, "Let's ask Eleven and Master Jiu to see, they should know a little bit."

"He seems to have something to say!" Nalan Zhen poked a spot on Che Dishu's arm with a special scar, and while observing Che Dishu's expression, he said, "He doesn't feel this wound."

Zhuge smiled and heard that he also found another kind of wound on the other arm that was different from the blade. He pinched it with two fingers and tore off a thin piece of skin.

"It should be paralyzed." Zhuge Xiaoxiao concluded.

"It seems to be a dart mark, a seven-star dart." Ouyang Shaoqing observed the marks of the wound and quickly came to a conclusion.

"These two wounds are like the wounds of a double-edged flying knife." Mo Ziyan pointed to the two equally special wounds on his thigh.

It is really difficult to distinguish different wounds from such dense wounds, but it is not stressful for trained people.

Only - dense object phobia!

Zhuge Xiaoxiao's phobia of dense objects is not very serious, but looking at it like this now, his whole body can't help but feel cold.

Not only is she now thinking of dense object phobia, but also other people, thinking "how wonderful it would be if I were a white fox"!
A doctor is afraid of patients, just like a marshal who is afraid of soldiers. Strange talk, strange talk.

"Clean his wound first, it will be troublesome if he gets infected later." Zhuge smiled and poured something on it, then threw the bottle to Nalan Zhen and Mo Ziyan, and the two followed suit step by step.

Ouyang Shaoqing looked at their hands curiously, Zhuge smiled generously and let him admire, and then said: "We made this, but there are still a few things missing, but the time is limited."

In sight, Ouyang Shaoqing looked anxiously at Zhuge Xiaoxiao and their hands had condensed a layer of film, which was comparable to Yuan Gu's ancestral silver gloves.

Several people started to clean up the wounds all over their bodies. As Zhuge said with a smile, except for the wound left by the Seven Star Dart, which was paralyzed, all other wounds were still conscious.

And the most tacit understanding among these people is to ignore Che Dishu, who can't move or talk.

Although Ouyang Shaoqing had already reminded Che Dishu that he had something to say.

Because the acupoints were pierced by needles, Che Dishu didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end. People outside didn't know what was going on inside, so it was natural to think that the injury was not a big problem.

Only old man Zhou was worried. Except for the four people inside now, no one knew Che Dishu's injury better than him.

(End of this chapter)