This...... This...... This......

This does not see a doctor or prescribe medicine, but only writes comforting words on the patient's hand, what kind of doctor is this, what kind of doctor is this?

Jianming was a little angry, and at this time he was rubbing those words vigorously with his fingers, but no matter how he rubbed them, he couldn't rub them off, not to mention that now he only had one hand, even if his other hand was still there, he couldn't rub it off.

"Now...... can only wait for him to fall off naturally. ”

Seeing this situation, Qingshan was also a little surprised, as far as he knew, in terms of people with superb medical skills in the world, Shui Jing could definitely rank among the top ten.

Now he only wrote some words to Jianming, and told him to drink more hot water...... Could it be that Jianming's hands don't need to be treated at all, or is he still refusing to practice medicine......

Whatever you think, the rational answer is the latter.

Aoyama hurriedly apologized with a guilty face.

"I'm sorry, Jianming, but I didn't make any progress and wasted your time. ”

Jianming could see that Qingshan was really guilty, and the atmosphere between him and Shui Jing just now was indescribably weird, Qingshan thought that he was a friend, thinking of this, Jianming was very atmospheric at this time.

"Aoyama Daoist, you don't need to apologize, you don't need to care, my broken hand was not caused by you in the first place, and I am used to this look, not to mention ......"

Jianming secretly glanced at his bosom friend who was chasing butterflies in the sunset.

"What's more, I don't think there's a waste of time today, you don't need to pay attention to this little thing. ”

was treated coldly just now, and this sudden gentleness warmed Qingshan's heart.

But only oneself is forgiven or something, it's too despicable.

Aoyama said to Jianming with righteous words: "I'm sorry, Shui Jinghe...... It turned out that he was not that kind of person. ”

It turned out that he was enthusiastic about helping others, and he couldn't sit idly by when he saw people in need, and he became a doctor to better help more people. ”

"Until...... Until one of his predecessors failed to save the patient from surgery...... What happened...... He's just ......"

He never wanted to have anything to do with medicine anymore. ”

Seeing Qingshan, who was still defending his old friend, Jianming just smiled.

"Don't take this little thing to heart. ”

As the sun sets, the signboard at the intersection has been cast two shadows by the light. It was time for the two to separate.

"Then, goodbye, Jianming, I will continue to think of a way with your hand, after all, this is my promise. ”

Jianming chuckled, as if he really didn't care about his hands. Then he flicked his fingers out of his head and made a farewell gesture.

"Well, thank you Ang Lee for me. ”

Looking at the back of Qingshan gradually moving away, he waved his hand as if he knew that Jianming was still watching.

Jian Ming turned around at this time.

But when he turned around, he was a little frightened.

What is it? What can scare Long Jianming, who is not afraid of heaven and earth?

Who is it? Who can stand quietly behind this martial artist?

It's a bosom friend.

I saw that she was very close, and the faces of the two of them almost touched each other.

This frightened Jian Ming hurriedly took two steps back, and the embarrassed bosom friend laughed.

"Hahahaha, look at what scares you. ”

Jianming was a little embarrassed, but someone standing behind him didn't say anything, which really made him tremble.

It's nothing to lose an arm, but if your instinct as a martial artist is also lost......

Look at the bosom friend's hands together, as if wrapped in something. Slowly approached Jianming.

"Hee-hee-hee, look at you. ”

She smiled and stretched out her hands in front of Jianming's eyes and slowly opened them.

The dark blue is expanded, the light blue is inside, and the halo-like pattern seems to glow. The two wings kept swinging.

At this time, what flew out of the bosom friend's hand was a blue Danube butterfly.

The face of the bosom friend was smiling brightly, and for a while, Jianming didn't know who was more dazzling and more beautiful between the woman in front of him and the butterfly that emitted a glimmer of light.

"Isn't it good?"

The butterfly has flown away, leaving only two people, Bosom Friend and Jianming, in the coming night.

Jianming was a little confused, and his eyes looked directly at his bosom friend.

"Good looking. ”

I don't know if he said that the butterfly was good-looking, or the bosom friend was good-looking.

"Hee-hee. The bosom friend was still snickering.

"Such a beautiful butterfly only has one hand, but you can't catch it. ”

Originally, the bosom friend wanted to say this more euphemistically, but there was really no good metaphor, and now such an obvious hint, Jianming understood it at once.

Sure enough, he still cares a lot about his hands.

"Even if you say that, it's ...... now"

Before she finished speaking, her bosom friend poked her finger and put her index finger on Jianming's middle, it seemed that she wanted to make a shushing gesture, but she used too much force.

It didn't matter, she still began to explain majestically: "Jianming, do you know geckos? Geckos are creatures, even if their tails are broken, they can grow again as long as they take a certain amount of time, do you know why?"

Jianming didn't speak, just shook his head slightly, he was still feeling the residual feeling of the jade finger on his face.

"Hmm. The corners of the bosom friend's mouth rose, and his face became even more proud.

"That's because the genes of living things have memories, and the bodies of living things have the ability to repair themselves. ”

"It's like someone who has a piece of flesh cut off his finger and his fingerprint can still grow back. ”

Jianming had understood this part, but he still didn't understand the reason why the bosom friend said this, because a broken hand didn't mean that it could grow again, and he wasn't a green-skinned Namek.

At this time, the bosom friend was already illustrated and textual, and began to explain to Jianming with his fingers in the air.

"So, as long as you use your spiritual power to imagine that your left hand still exists and can still move, you can create another left hand!"

Jianming began to understand it anymore, as if the bosom friend suddenly jumped from addition, subtraction, multiplication and division to calculus, he understood the meaning of every word in the bosom friend's words, but when those words were combined, Jianming couldn't understand it at all.

Bosom friend looked at Jianming's confused expression, and he began to be anxious, and the fingers that were originally in the air had turned into teeth and claws.

"So, you're banging...... After Kerala Lala and then puff puff ......puff puff That's it!"

I don't understand, Jianming can't even understand every word she says. The gaze is glazed and the mind is frozen. At this time, his expression looked even more stupid than when his bosom friend deliberately played silly.

The bosom friend wiped his sweat and exhaled, as if he was very satisfied with the results of his explanation, but after looking at Jianming's demented expression, he had to spread his hands helplessly.

"Don't understand ......? ”

Spiritual ...... It seems that spiritual power has been mentioned in the explanation just now, and this spiritual power is not strange, but now Jianming has noticed a very key fact.

It is not negligence that the bosom friend can stand behind him quietly just now, let alone a coincidence.

Jian Ming looked at it intently, and he couldn't see any traces of spiritual power from his bosom friend, which was too strange......

According to what Xiaobai told himself, everything in the world, even grass and trees, as long as they are alive, will more or less have some spiritual power, they are golden, some are black, and the shape looks like a small bird.

But no matter how you look at it, there is no trace of spiritual power on the bosom friend in front of him except for normal clothes.

What does this mean? Could it be that the bosom friend is a dead thing? Impossible, the lovely girl in front of me is standing there alive.

"Ah, what are you staring at me all the time?"

Unconsciously, Jianming had been staring at his bosom friend with that demented expression for a while.

The bosom friend put his hands on his waist and raised his chin high.

"Hmph, I can't help you. ”

Then he turned into a palm with one hand and pressed it on Jianming's left shoulder.

What are you going to do?

Suddenly, Jianming felt that his spiritual power was concentrated in the position of the bosom friend's palm, almost all of it was concentrated in the position of her palm, and then only a small part was left, and then the rest of it was dispersed to various parts of the body.

"Do you feel it? This is the spiritual power of your left hand. ”

Feeling it, not with words, but with his body, Jianming now truly felt the spiritual power that originally belonged to a part of his left hand.

"The spiritual power in your body has been kindly adjusted by others, and now I have redistributed the parts of your original body. ”

Has it been adjusted by others...... now the bosom friend should be Xiaobai. After all, the return of his spiritual power has only been touched by Xiaobai.

"So...... Now ......"

As the bosom friend continued to advance the topic, the spiritual power that belonged to Jianming's left arm slowly moved to the front of the left arm with the bosom friend's hand, reaching the most marginal position.

"Keep ...... Out"

The bosom friend bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, looking a little struggling.

That spiritual power gradually broke through the wound that had healed and flowed outward, and it was incredible that at the same time as it flowed out, a part of it turned into flesh and blood, which had made Jianming's severed arm grow that small part.

"Whew. ”

Bosom friend let go of his hand, exhaled again, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Now I understand!"

Jian Ming was lucky, and now he can still feel the spiritual power that belongs to his left arm, and he can even feel the spiritual power that belongs to all parts of his body.

What, what is this ......?

A feeling of rebirth stimulated his senses, as if telling himself that he could get stronger.

He even told himself that his left arm could be restored as long as this way.

The excitement was overflowing, and Jianming's right arm was raised high to the sky, like a primary school student who understood the teacher's lecture, shouting passionately.

"Got it!!"

Seeing Jianming's happy appearance, the bosom friend was also very happy, and she brushed her hair.

"Hmph, it's good to understand, it's not like we're teaching well~"

Jianming was still excited, and holding his bosom friend's hand was shaking.

"Thank you!!"