"Xiao Li, you call Doctor Zhou immediately, quickly!" the slightly taller man said hurriedly.

"Yes!" the other replied, and rushed out with a single lunge.

The ink man and the tall man supported Huang Lao like this, but as time passed, Huang Lao's face became more and more ugly, and his eyes were already a little sloppy.

"Why haven't you arrived yet?" the tall man looked anxiously in the direction his companion had left.

"Can't wait!" The tall man looked at Huang Lao's appearance, gritted his teeth, and squatted down.

"What do you want to do?" the inker frowned when he saw this.

"Of course, I will carry the chief on my back, otherwise it will be too late. The tall man said as a matter of course.

The ink man shook his head in his heart and said coldly, "Do you think Huang Lao's appearance can withstand the bumps?"

"What then, do you want me to watch the chief die?" said the tall man angrily.

Huang Lao's current appearance can't last long, and the doctor over there doesn't know when he will arrive, maybe the doctor hasn't arrived yet, and Huang Lao has already left, no wonder the tall man is so anxious.

Medicine and martial arts are not separated, and spiritual healing is also an extremely common thing, but ordinary martial artists will not easily heal other people's injuries, firstly, the consumption of healing is very large, and secondly, in the process of healing, the warriors themselves have no power to protect themselves.

"I'll take a look for Huang Lao first. The inkman glanced at Huang Lao, and finally decided to use his spiritual power to treat Huang Lao.

"You?" the tall man said, looking at the inkman, "You're a doctor?"

The inkman hesitated for a moment, then said, "Sort of." ”

Seeing that Huang Lao's condition was getting worse and worse, Mo Ke couldn't care about it so much, the aura in his body surged, and his palm slapped Huang Lao's chest a few times one after another.

"Stop, do you want to kill the chief?" Seeing this scene, the tall man's face suddenly changed greatly, and he slammed a punch into the ink man's head, looking at the posture was obviously desperate.

"Hmph" Seeing the attacking fist, the ink man snorted coldly, and flicked his left hand violently.

"Bang"

With a muffled sound, the tall man suddenly shook back three or four meters.

The tall man can be sent to protect Huang Lao, and his skills are naturally not bad, although he has not practiced any boxing skills, but his military quality is excellent, and he is stronger than Huang Lao now, and he was easily repelled by the ink man, and the surprise in his heart can be imagined.

No matter how surprised he was by the ink man's skill, the tall man did not hesitate in the slightest, and with a low roar, he was about to do it again.

"Stop. At this moment, a weak voice sounded, and it was really Huang Lao who was supported by the ink ke.

Moke's seemingly random slap of a few strokes poured his Yuan Power into Huang Lao's body, temporarily protecting his heart and making his life not in danger for the time being.

"Chief?" Seeing Huang Lao speak, the tall man's face suddenly became happy, you must know that Huang Lao's situation just now couldn't even open his mouth, but now it has obviously improved.

"Xiao Luo, don't let people disturb Xiaoyou to treat me. Huang Lao said slowly.

"Chief, he"

"It's an order. The tall man was just about to refute, but Huang Lao's face sank and he said coldly.

"Yes!" the tall man nodded, but his gaze at the ink man was not very friendly, and there was something wrong with Huang Lao, and he immediately fought desperately with him.

Those warm currents protected his heart, Huang Lao could naturally feel it, after living for so many years, Huang Lao was not low-minded, and he knew very well that he had met the legendary capable person.

"Little friend, I'm tired. Huang Lao said with a grateful face.

The ink man nodded, calmed down, and the yuan power in his body surged, pouring into Huang Lao's body.

"There are so many dark wounds. The aura entered the body, and the ink man immediately knew the situation of Huang Lao's body, and there were no less than 100 dark injuries on Huang Lao's body, including four fatal injuries, and the cause of the disease this time was a piece of shrapnel left in the lungs.

"It should have been the fight just now that caused the shrapnel to displace, causing bleeding in the lungs. Moke quickly found the reason, Huang Lao's illness, but also because of the fierce competition between the two before, speaking of which he was the initiator.

"With my current strength, I can't force the shrapnel out without hurting Huang Lao, so I can only treat the symptoms first. The inkman sighed.

"Xiaoyou, is there some trouble?" Seeing that the ink man sighed, Huang Lao's heart tightened.

The injuries on Huang Lao's body, he himself is very clear, and being able to live until now is related to his self-cultivation and continuous cultivation of Tai Chi over the years, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

"With my current strength, I can only treat the symptoms. The inkman sighed.

Hearing this, Huang Lao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "It's okay, I've been used to it for decades, if I don't have those iron bumps in my body, I'm not used to it." ”

Although Huang Lao said it easily, behind that smile was accompanied by decades of pain.

Although he really wanted to help Huang Lao, Moke knew that with his current strength, at most, he would only help Huang Lao save his life, and it was impossible to completely cure him.

Thinking about this, the ink man did not hesitate, calmed down, guided the aura to drag the shrapnel, and at the same time quickly forced the blood in his lungs out.

As soon as the bruises came out, Huang Lao only felt that his chest, which was still extremely depressed just now, suddenly became extremely clear, as if the whole person was a few years younger, and his face quickly recovered.

"Chief, are you okay?" Seeing that Huang Lao's complexion improved, the tall man suddenly became excited.

"It's still early. The inkman said lightly.

The tall man on the side of "you" was about to get angry when he saw that Mo Ke was actually talking to him like this, but he was glared at fiercely by Huang Lao, and the tall man immediately closed his mouth.

Although the condition of Huang Lao's lungs has been treated, if the injured tissue moved by the shrapnel is not dealt with in time, Huang Lao will relapse in a blink of an eye, and it is not so simple to recover. It can only rely on the continuous nourishment of Reiki to accelerate the healing of lung tissues.

Feeling that there was less than fifty percent of the aura left in his body, the ink man gritted his teeth and continued to urge the Yuan Force to accelerate the recovery of Huang Lao's lungs.

"Whew"

A few minutes later, Moke let go of Huang Lao, and the lung injury was also completely recovered.

"Xiaoyou, are you okay?" Seeing that Moke's face was pale and his eyes were blank, Huang Lao hurriedly said.

"It's fine. The inkman shook his head.

The first time he healed someone's injuries, he didn't expect the consumption to be so large, and the aura in his body was exhausted, so he barely stabilized Huang Lao's injuries.

"Chief, are you okay?" the tall man hurriedly said when he saw that Huang Lao had stood up by himself.

"I'm fine. Huang Lao nodded, looked at a group of people who were hurrying in the distance, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Luo, no matter who asks about what happened just now, don't say it, you know?"

"Yes!" Xiao Luo nodded, his eyes couldn't help but look at the pale ink man on the side, was the ink man angry, or did he really cure Huang Lao?

"Chief, are you alright?"

At this time, Xiao Li, who had left before, also rushed over with five or six panting doctors.