Rong Zhao, who was hanging, got the person up without much effort.

She had already tied a rope to hang down when she had been squatting outside the pit, but she had danced so hard that the old man had not noticed it for a while.

When the princess of the other party held the old man and could spare half of her arm, and dragged the rope step by step to bring a big living person of more than 100 catties from the bottom of the pit, the old man had no strength to even think about being surprised.

“…… You're sure no one is chasing you at school. When the old man was steadily placed on the ground, he couldn't help but spit out.

"Huh?" Rong Zhao looked up inexplicably, glanced at the old man and lowered it again, and carefully checked the condition of the other party's ankle: "No time, I don't need to be introduced, thank you." "Older people love this mouthful, and when they see a young man alone, they want to make people right...... Before Rong Zhao became famous, many elderly people in the alliance base wanted to develop childhood sweethearts for their juniors.

It's a pity that it was later discovered that green plum is a prehistoric mutant variety, and the bamboo horse is as delicate as a tender bamboo shoot that comes out of the water when you pinch it, so no one still cares about such an unrealistic thing.

"......" who wants to introduce you!

The old man was choked a little angry, and he just wanted to say something when his ankle was suddenly pressed, and the sudden sharp pain suddenly made him convulse like an electric shock, not to mention what he was going to say, he almost forgot his surname.

"Help, kill someone! Sweat hurts and wets me, you light, are you still a woman!∑ (っ°Д°;) "The clothes are calling again.

The old man was stiff, and he didn't snort except for gasping and almost crushing his teeth.

"Can you bear this Cheng dù?" Rong Zhao glanced at him lightly, reached out and pulled the small backpack behind his back, pulled the strap and looked for something inside.

The old man looked as if nothing had happened, suppressing the pain and barely keeping his voice steady: "...... It's nothing, it doesn't hurt at all. ”

Sounds like that.

Rong Zhao couldn't help but look at him again, and after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything-forget it. At such an old age, it's not a big deal to love face.

However, the explanation still had to be explained, so Rong Zhao patiently explained in detail the intention of the move just now: "I took a look at your bone condition. If you are treated according to the current level of medical care, it will be difficult for you to be completely cured at your current age. If there is damage to the tendons, it will be painful in the weather, and the joints will probably be habitually dislocated......"

The old man was impatient: "It's okay, the little girl can worry about it, I've been here for so many years, and I don't even know about it?"

“…… Old stubborn. The little phone muttered.

Rong Zhao nodded: "I know." It's just a matter of letting yourself know about the situation. As he spoke, he finally took out the things he wanted to use from his bag, and continued to explain: "I'm going to give you a bone in a while, and then I'll make a cut here to bleed ......"

Some cold fingers lightly compared the old man's ankles, indicating the place and approximate length of her mouth, and then Rong Zhaocai raised his head again, and stated calmly and naturally: "Then I will use a cell regeneration needle to forcibly increase the number of your cell divisions, regenerate and heal the wound, and finally tie it with an active bandage, and you had better not remove it within three days." Otherwise, the sequelae of cell division will make your ankles sore for several days, or this area will accelerate the aging of other areas. ”

“……”

The old man's expression has always been very strict and stubborn, but although he doesn't look kind and kind, he can be considered vivid, especially the voice of the voice that is not small, making people only think that he is an elder who is not easy to approach.

It wasn't until Rong Zhao's words fell that the old man's expression became different.

After his whole body stiffened slightly, he glanced up at Rong Zhao indifferently, his gaze had become cold and empty.

Rong Zhao lowered his head as if he didn't see it, and held the upper and lower parts of the old man's ankles with both hands. The fingertips pressed slightly to find the position of the bone, and began to prepare the bone, while the voice calmly explained: "I'm sorry, I'm a stranger. ”

"Click". With both hands pushing and twisting, the dislocated joints have been tightly connected back to their original places.

Rong Zhao's wrist flipped again, and a small sharp blade had already appeared between his fingers, and the skin had already been cut with a slight slash.

Because of the bruising, the pain of such a small cut of the skin is not even noticeable at all. The old man lowered his head to see his expression clearly, and he didn't seem to care about Rong Zhao's actions.

Rong Zhao opened the medical box with the capsule. He took a roll of gauze and pressed it on the skin that began to bleed blood, and his eyes fell on the hand on which he pressed the gauze, as if to explain, and it seemed to be just a simple statement: "We are sorry for what happened five years ago. Volcano...... It is indeed caused by the Anomalous, but we guarantee that your grandson did not die there, and we will continue to find out his whereabouts for you, and we will come to you as soon as there is a result. ”

The small mobile phone suddenly thought of the key: "Ah, what happened five years ago?∑ (°▽°;)"

It seemed that he mentioned his grandson, the old man finally moved, the corners of his mouth tugged, and it took a while to pull out an ugly smile: "You little girl knows a fart, you were just a little yellow-haired girl five years ago." ”

Rong Zhao lowered his head and did not speak.

The old man himself slowed down again, and only after a long time did he let out a long sigh: "Special function, in fact, I also think that my grandson should be fine, that kid is fine, hasn't he been working outside before, maybe he didn't come back that day, and it was nothing if he suddenly broke the news, I heard that there was a rebellious period at that age......"

Rong Zhao's age helped her perfectly avoid the old man's hatred, and the other party was chattering, as if she suddenly had the urge to speak, or she wanted to convince herself.

Five years ago, the day of the eruption, the old man's grandson called to say that he was going home.

After the volcanic eruption five years ago, the old man's grandson suddenly disappeared as if the world had evaporated.

A week after the volcanic incident five years ago, "volunteers" came to the village to help families move, but when it was the turn of the elderly, they were refused.

Since then, these "volunteers" have often come to visit, occasionally helping the old man to do some trivial physical work, or just to see his living conditions.

Then, another month later, when the old man came back from the mountain, when he walked to the door, he heard the truth of the volcanic incident mentioned by the "volunteers" chatting.

Vaguely, scattered, but nothing else mattered, and there was only one thing that made his heart pound - a young man died in that disaster. (To be continued.) )