Huang Lao said angrily, "Of course I'm fine, I'm better now than ever." ”

"Anyway, let's check it for the chief first. A cold voice came, and it was a female doctor in her twenties with glasses in a white coat.

Huang Lao looked at the inkman beside him and said to the female doctor not far away, "Doctor Zhou, there is no need to check for me, let's check for this little friend." ”

It was only at this moment that Dr. Zhou noticed the ink man on the side, and when she saw the ink man's pale face, she was also slightly stunned, was Huang Lao sick or this young man sick?

"Huang Lao, I'm really fine. Moke shook his head, he really didn't have any major deals, but the spiritual power and Yuan Shen were consumed too much at once.

"Why don't you take a rest first?" said Dr. Zhou.

"I don't think so" The inker was about to refuse, but he felt that his eyes were dark, and the whole person fell straight down.

"Bang"

The next moment, two figures fell on the lawn one by one, and the inkman's waving hands coincidentally suppressed Dr. Zhou under him.

Dr. Zhou, who had never had such intimate contact with a man, was shocked by an electric shock, his delicate body trembled, his pretty face turned red, and he hurriedly tried to push it a few times without pushing the ink man off his body, and hurriedly said to a few people who were stunned on the side, "Don't hurry up and pull him away." ”

Everyone also didn't expect that Dr. Zhou, who was usually as cold as an iceberg, actually had a time when he was in a panic, and the group held back a smile and hurriedly separated Moke and Dr. Zhou.

It's just that when Dr. Zhou stood up, there were two more five-finger prints on the white coat, but they were left by the ink artist who consumed too much to heal Huang Lao's wounds, and the sweat stains on his palms.

Huang Lao didn't care about this, and hurriedly asked, "How is the ink man?"

"He was fine, he seemed too tired, so he fell asleep. A paramedic hesitated.

Hearing this, Huang Lao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, if it was really because of himself, something happened to Moke, he was uneasy.

"You're saying he's not dead?" Just then, a voice full of cold air came.

Hearing this, everyone swallowed their saliva, and mourned silently for Moke in their hearts, you can sleep when you sleep, why do you still sleep with Dr. Zhou.

"Ahem" Huang Lao coughed lightly for a while, and said, "That one will send the ink artist to me to rest first." ”

In the haze, the inkman felt as if he was leaning against a sponge, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a delicate bedroom.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have been able to do it. Feeling the empty dantian, a wry smile appeared on the ink kee's face.

Although he said this, the ink artist did not regret it, especially after noticing the more than 100 secret wounds on Huang Lao's body, the ink artist did not regret his decision.

"It's still too low for cultivation, if my cultivation reaches the foundation building realm, it won't be so embarrassing. The ink man suddenly discovered that the cultivation that he once thought he was not weak in was actually far behind.

"Mr. Mo, are you awake? I immediately asked Huang Lao to come over. At that moment, a paramedic walked in at the door, saw the ink man wake up, and immediately retreated.

A few minutes later, Huang Lao came to the ink guest's room, while the others were withdrawn by Huang Laoping.

Seeing this scene, Moke knew that what Huang Lao was going to say next was probably something related to the spiritual power in his body.

"Thanks to Xiaoyou today, if it weren't for your help, my life would not be guaranteed. Huang Lao looked at the inkman on the bed and said with a grateful face.

"Huang Lao doesn't have to be like this, the kid just made a little effort. The inkman quickly shook his head.

"Don't thank you, if I have a relationship with Xiaoyou, if Xiaoyou doesn't dislike it, I'll call you Brother Mo, you call me Brother Huang, how about it?" Huang Lao said with a smile.

"Ah" Moke was dumbfounded, what are you kidding, Huang Lao can be his grandfather at his age, let him call him brother?

Seeing that Ye Xiu was stunned, Huang Lao looked a little unhappy and said, "What's the matter, isn't Brother Mo looking down on Huang?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant. Moke said hurriedly.

"That's right, since you don't mean that, are you willing to call me brother?" Huang Lao laughed when he heard this.

"Brother Huang" the inkman opened his mouth and shouted helplessly.

Elder Huang smiled proudly, and then said, "Brother Mo, if what I expected is not bad, you treated me before, and you should have used True Qi, right?"

The ink man nodded, according to the memory of Xuanyuan Young Emperor, different civilizations have different names for spiritual power, but in the vast universe, the general term for this kind of energy is spiritual power.

"I didn't expect that after decades, my brother would still be able to see a martial artist with true qi. Huang Lao said with emotion.

As soon as the ink man spoke, he found that Huang Lao had been staring at him, and he smiled bitterly and changed the words he said, "Brother Huang has seen other martial artists?"

Huang Lao nodded and said slowly, "I don't know how many people were involved in the big war that affected China back then, including some capable people, and there were not a few martial artists. The old friend who taught me Tai Chi is a martial artist with true qi, but due to the rules of the teacher, he only taught me the boxing method, and even so, ordinary seven or eight people are not my opponents. ”

The ink man nodded slightly, at the peak of Huang Lao, it was roughly equivalent to the strength of an ordinary second-class martial artist, if it was matched with the true qi that was not weak, I was afraid that the strength would be even stronger.

"It seems that the world is not as simple as I knew it to be. A glint flashed in the ink kee's eyes, this world was much more exciting than he had ever known.

"In that war, Huaxia suffered heavy losses, and those living capable people also chose to go into hiding, and even their rumors became less and less. Huang Lao sighed lightly.

Moke felt the same way, if he hadn't really stepped into the ranks of martial artists, he himself wouldn't have believed rumors such as true qi.

"It's a pity that the kid's cultivation is limited, and he can't completely heal his brother's injuries. The inkman sighed.

"You've done your best, brother. Huang Lao shook his head, and suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and hurriedly said, "Wait, Brother Mo, are you saying that if you cultivate enough, you can completely heal my injuries?"

Moke nodded, if his cultivation reached the level of a martial artist, although he could not cure the dark wounds on Huang Lao's body at once, he could still cure it after treating it slowly and spending some time.

Seeing Moke nodding, Huang Lao suddenly became excited, although this injury is a testimony of his life, but it is accompanied by decades of pain, sometimes even he wants to give up, and now, the injury on his body actually has hope of healing!

"Brother Mo, I don't know when you will have the strength to treat your brother's injury?" Huang Lao hurriedly said, if Moke waited for a decade or two to treat his injury, even if the dark injury on his body did not occur, he probably wouldn't live to that time.