The old witch couldn't hear Chu Hao's complaining in her heart, and saw Chu Hao's white and pure ass, and plunged into it for a while.

"Oh......" Chu Hao screamed slightly, as if it was the pain he had for the first time, fresh and exciting, and extremely painful. The cold elixir, along Chu Hao's chrysanthemum, surged up little by little, and flowed to Chu Hao's entire body. Chu Hao even felt that his brain had become a little chilly.

It took more than a minute for a large tube of medicine to finally inject into Chu Hao's body.

Then, the old witch put on Chu Hao's pants and picked up Chu Hao's most seriously injured left hand, luckily using her spiritual power. The old witch's spiritual power, like a stream of hot spring water, wrapped around Chu Hao's entire body, and there were bursts of warmth in his left arm.

If Nangong Jin's spiritual power is a massage, then the old witch's spiritual power is like a gust of wind. It is gentler and more delicate, and it also makes Chu Hao more comfortable.

In the first minute, Chu Hao was completely indulged in this pleasure, and this kind of ease and comfort made Chu Hao's whole body float.

And a minute later, Chu Hao suddenly felt as if his left arm had been bitten, turned his head to look, and found that the flesh that had been torn off was constantly squirming, as if there were a thousand maggots making a home on his arm.

The blood and water mixed with the flesh, the blisters already caused by the heat burns, and the burn black, all mixed together at this time, how disgusting it looked, how disgusting.

But Chu Hao didn't bother to pay attention to how disgusting his arm was now. Because he's now enduring the pain from the inside out. The lone wolf in the jungle originally tore off a piece of Chu Hao's flesh, and even saw the bones inside. And what the old witch did at this time was to use Chu Hao's flesh, the veins under the skin, to use her own unique spiritual power, with special exercises, to grow these things back.

The lone wolf in the jungle only committed violence against Chu Hao once, while the old witch was violent against Chu Hao again and again. Now Chu Hao feels like he has a knife with chili water and salt water, scraping on his arm again and again, and every time he scrapes, he has to scrape off a layer of flesh and a piece of bone.

Such pain almost made Chu Hao cry and call his mother. But in the spirit of cultivators not being shocked by humiliation and not knowing the pain, Chu Hao regained Guan Erye's calmness of scraping bones to cure poison, and he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Li Mo next to him couldn't bear to see his life-saving benefactor so miserable, so he found a towel for Chu Hao to bite. lest Chu Hao couldn't bear it and bit his teeth or his tongue off.

After a full ten minutes, the old witch finally turned pale and stopped her spiritual power transmission. Chu Hao endured the pain for a full nine minutes, and the old witch struggled for a full ten minutes.

This method of healing, for cultivators, although the effect is very fast, but for the healers themselves, it has quite a huge damage. The loss of spiritual power is one thing, this can be made up, but the loss of spiritual power and vitality cannot be made up!

However, in line with the idea of hanging the pot to help the world and cure the sick and save people, medical practitioners cannot leave the wounded alone.

The old witch's already wrinkled face looked even more furrowed. Beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down her face one by one, and the old witch couldn't help but shake her whole body.

Ma Guoqiang grabbed the old witch and said with concern: "Sister Xuan, are you okay?" ”

The old witch, who was called Sister Xuan, waved her hand and said, "It's okay, Guoqiang, give Chu Hao medicine." ”

Ma Guoqiang nodded, helped Sister Xuan to rest on the chair, and then took out the raw bone water and sprayed it on Chu Hao's left arm.

Five minutes later, the old witch wrapped Chu Hao's arm in gauze, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "The injury is serious, so it's best not to move your left hand for the next few days." Lie down in the dormitory and have a good rest, and then come back for a daily check-up. ”

"Ah, what should I do if I go to class?"

The old witch Sister Xuan waved her hand and signed a week's vacation for Chu Hao, saying, "Before the National Day, there is no need to go to class." But you can't go home, you have to come back for a review. ”

Chu Hao turned the leave slip in the hands of the old witch, as if it was a holy decree. This guy is a gold medal for avoiding death! With this thing, it's okay to skip class for a week! Refreshing.

Chu Hao was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, teacher." ”

The old witch nodded and said, "My name is Zhao Xuan, you can call me Aunt Xuan." Take a break. With that, Zhao Xuan left the room.

"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? Ma Guoqiang asked.

Chu Hao touched his shriveled stomach and said, "I'm really hungry." Let's ask our classmates to bring something over, can we eat here? Teacher Ma. ”

Ma Guoqiang nodded and said, "It's okay, you can be here at night, but it's just a bed." ”

Chu Hao looked at the empty room, there were only a few cabinets, a bed where he put these medicines, and he slept on. What is good is that there is also a skeleton with a meridian map drawn next to the bed, which makes Chu Hao helpless, and decides that it is more reliable to sleep in the bedroom at night.

After calling Nangong Qingling, Chu Hao chatted with Li Mo and talked nonsense. Speaking of which, he and Li Mo have met less often at Tianhai University, but they are really more thrilling every time. Last time, he rescued himself from Duanmuhua, and he was beaten half to death. And this time he rescued him from the lone wolf in the jungle, but he was still half killed by thick. Alas, there is no way, my brother is a man who saves the world, and he still carries a lot of things.

Half an hour later, Nangong Qingling finally walked into this special room on the third floor of the administrative building with three rice bowls. As soon as she saw Chu Hao, her eyes immediately turned red, and tears almost fell.

Nangong Qingling put the building room on the table, looking at Chu Hao, who was radiant but a little haggard, his heart was excited, and he pounced on it and hugged Chu Hao, who was half-sitting on the bed.

Chu Hao was suddenly flattered, hugged Nangong Qingling's soft delicate body, smelled the fragrance of Nangong Qingling's close proximity, and almost became intoxicated.

Nangong Qingling patted Chu Hao's shoulder, tears welled up in his eyes, and he said aggrievedly: "Bad guy, you're fine, great, you're really fine." ”

Chu Hao was attacked by the pink fist, and his heart was agitated, and he said, "Seeing that I am so handsome, but you don't have to be so excited, right?" Look at what made you cry. How's that, am I handsome? ”

"Oh oh, you're ugly." Nangong Qingling retorted: "Oh, no, you see. ”

As he spoke, Nangong Qingling took out a small mirror from his bag and put it in front of Chu Hao. Chu Hao looked at himself in the mirror, touched his hair, touched his face, and said, "It seems that the hair and eyebrows can't be saved." Alas, the image of Brother Yingming Shenwu. When he said that, Chu Hao deliberately pretended to be extremely lonely, and his life was really lonely as snow.

Nangong Qingling shook his head, wiped his tears, smiled slightly, and said, "Without your eyebrows and hair, you are still as handsome." ”

Chu Hao grinned, eager to pull Nangong Qingling over, press it under him, and love him fiercely. But seeing Li Mo's interested look on the side, he could only give up.