City Summoning System

Chapter 111 Shooting yourself in the foot

But also, the tree trunk in front of him seemed to gradually spread from the inside to the surface in an instant, and a terrifying crack appeared quickly.

The effect of force is reciprocal, which is the result of scientific demonstration. When the tree trunk was blown off and flew away, Jiang Han was also shocked by the counter-shock force and flew backwards.

The half-broken tree trunk flew straight out, making loud bangs one after another.

"Sigh~"

As soon as Jiang Han landed, he staggered and almost fell to the ground. His face was pale, and big beads of sweat kept coming out. Jiang Han's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he gritted his teeth to endure the severe pain coming from his right arm. .

With one hand supporting his right arm whose bones were broken by the shock, Jiang Han looked at the scene in front of him, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

The power of Kaishan Fist has been tested, and it is indeed very powerful and powerful.

However, the price was that his right arm was directly broken, and it would be impossible to recover if he didn't rest for a month. This was based on the premise that he had the Qing Emperor's spiritual blood and Linjiang Immortal.

"Crap, curiosity kills you!" Jiang Han cursed secretly, frowning, took out the cell phone in his pocket, and dialed Fang Zhou's number.

"Hey, Brother Han, what's the matter with calling me in the middle of the night? The school is preparing for an art performance party, and I'm watching beautiful women." The environment in Fangzhou was very noisy, and he yelled at the top of his voice.

"You..." Jiang Han twitched the corner of his mouth, walked to a tree with difficulty, leaned against it, and said feebly: "Come over here, I have something urgent to do with you."

"What the hell?"

"My right hand is broken, help me contact the doctor in the zero group, and drive over to pick me up by the way."

The pain came like a tide, making it extremely difficult for Jiang Han to speak every word.

"Fuck!"

When Fangzhou hurried over with a car, Jiang Han's face had calmed down, but his face was still as pale as paper, and his condition was very bad.

"Brother Han, what's the matter with you?" Fang Zhou walked over quickly, glanced at the broken tree trunk calmly, and persuaded him earnestly: "Don't hurt yourself even if you can't think about it, the pain is too much to pay for yourself."

"Get out!" Jiang Han got into the car with Fang Zhou's support, took a breath, and said, "Practicing a martial arts, I didn't budget for these things, it's messed up."

"Tsk tsk tsk, awesome!" Fang Zhou threw a golden light on Jiang Han's right arm while driving, and said, "It's really time for you to be injured."

The pain subsided a lot. Jiang Han breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What do you mean?"

"The boss who is in charge of our medical groups has gone to Southeast Asia for something, and now no one here can take over for you." Fang Zhou shook his head and said.

"What?!" The corners of Jiang Han's eyes twitched, Nima isn't such a fool, is he?
"But don't worry. Although we are not professionals, we are more or less knowledgeable. With the special medicine, it will be no problem to heal your hand."

"You?" Jiang Han glanced at Fang Zhou suspiciously and said, "Can you do it?"

Fangzhou hummed proudly and said, "Who am I, Taoist Master? I am a contemporary direct disciple of Longhu Mountain! I am proficient in catching ghosts and killing evil spirits, subjugating demons and eliminating demons, and healing wounds and diseases. I am not the only one who can cure your broken arm." Easy?"

"That's right, then I will rely on you, Taoist priest." Jiang Han was still wearing a Taoist robe at this time, which seemed weird to Fangzhou at this time.

"What's the matter with you, where did you get this outfit?" Fang Zhou said enviously, looking at Jiang Han's Taoist robe.

"Oh, it was given by an old Taoist priest." Jiang Han said nonsense.

"Really." Fang Zhou didn't speak anymore, but Jiang Han could feel his fiery eyes sweeping over him from time to time.

"Can you drive faster, do you want to hurt me to death or something?" Jiang Han looked at the speed like a turtle crawling, and couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, yes, yes!" Fang Zhou quickly retracted his gaze, straightened his body, and returned to the speed of the car.

Jiang Han sighed, tugged at his sleeves, and said, "If you want, I'll give you this Taoist robe."

When Fangzhou heard this, he was immediately overjoyed. The car lurched and he said, "Really?"

"Damn it, can you fucking drive well?" Jiang Han scolded with his heart jumping in fright.

"Ahem." Fang Zhou suddenly turned serious and said, "Really? This Taoist robe was just given to me?"

Facing Fang Zhou's expectant eyes, Jiang Han nodded: "Well, it's useless for me to keep it anyway."

"Hahahaha, Brother Han, I love you so much!" Fang Zhou didn't jump up in joy, his affection for Jiang Han soared in his heart, and if he tried harder to sell his ass, he might be able to get a full list.

The restlessness in his heart disappeared, and Fangzhou stopped a lot along the way, just explaining to Jiang Han the things that need to be paid attention to during the treatment later.

Because the elder brother who performed the knife ran away, Fang Zhou had no choice but to step up to him, but with his superb Taoism and various strange techniques, there was no major problem.

Jiang Han didn't inject anesthesia, according to Fang Zhou's words, it was because doing so was conducive to the transmission of xxx in the neurons of the arm.

Jiang Han couldn't understand, but he knew that he should listen to the doctor's advice at this time.Although Fangzhou can't even compare to "half a doctor".

First, he used secret techniques to drag up the broken bones of Jiang Han's right arm into small pieces, and then meticulously spliced ​​them back one by one.

It looks simple, but it is extremely difficult to do.

This is a high-intensity job, and I dare not relax in the slightest during the whole process, which consumes a lot of mental power. In just half a minute, Fang Zhou began to breathe heavily, his face gradually became ugly, and fine beads of sweat began to emerge Come.

Gradually, there was a numbness and tingling sensation in the right arm, which became more intense as time went on.

Click, click.
A slight but dense ringing sound came from Jiang Han's right arm, and the previously raised skin returned to its original state, no longer terrifying.

Jiang Han and Fang Zhou were all relieved, Fang Zhou took out a cylinder from the table beside him, and put it on Jiang Han's right arm involuntarily.

"This is a special bone fixation device. Your bones are severely damaged. I have used secret techniques to forcibly connect them together. Don't do strenuous exercise within a month, and you will be fine."

Fang Zhou rubbed his brows and exhorted.

After thinking for a while, he ran out again, and soon came in with a few small bottles, a trace of heartache flashed across his face, and he handed it to Jiang Han: "No, the medicine to help you heal your wounds has a label for internal and external application, take care of yourself."

After saying that, he stood aside eagerly and looked at the Taoist robe Jiang Han was wearing. His eyes seemed to say: "Hurry and hand it over, don't leave any ink marks."

Jiang Han knew what this kid was planning, so he raised his sore right arm and said, "You can't possibly let me take off your clothes like this, can you?"

Fang Zhou's face darkened, he really didn't expect this situation.

"so what should I do now?"

Jiang Han pondered for a moment and said, "How about this? I'll give it to you in three days."

"What else can I do? This is the only way." Fang Zhou sighed like a dried up cabbage.

But soon his face was full of schadenfreude, looking at Jiang Han's right arm.

"I've fed you so much, are you okay now? Tsk tsk tsk, a few months of single life, it's miserable."

(End of this chapter)