This guy really holds a grudge, Yan Murong thought to himself. However, he didn't care, even if Chang Xiaopeng could stand up again, what could he do? Besides, there is also Long Caiyi's Gu here, he can't do anything.

Chang Xiaopeng was pushed back to the room by Huang Junting, and Ning Kun also walked in.

Yan Murong didn't take anything when he came, he took a white cloth package from Long Caiyi's hand, and after opening it, there was a box of silver needles and a scalpel lying quietly inside.

"This is—" Ning Kun looked at Yan Murong in some surprise. "You're going to have surgery?"

"Of course." Yan Murong said. "Otherwise, you can tell me a way to connect the hamstrings without having to go under the knife."

"Uh-" Ning Kun was speechless for a moment, indeed, he wanted to connect the hamstrings without a knife, unless it was an immortal who came down to earth to have some kind of marrow washing and bone cutting technique.

"You didn't have the anesthetic ready." Huang Junting reminded him. There was only a box of silver needles and a scalpel in the package, Chang Xiaopeng was a broken hamstring, not a half-body, his legs and feet were still conscious, but he didn't have the strength to stand up. Just open the knife like this, you can't hurt people to death?

"I don't need that." Yan Murong said lightly, and at the same time, he opened the needle box, took out two silver needles from the silver needles, and pierced them in Chang Xiaopeng's lower abdomen and side ribs respectively, looked at him and asked. "How? Do you feel like you don't feel sensation in your legs? ”

"Y-what did you do to me?" Chang Xiaopeng, who was lying on the bed, tried his best to support his body with both hands, and his face became extremely frightened, Yan Murong went down with these two stitches, and his legs really didn't have a trace of feeling.

"What is it called, and it will not die." Yan Murong said impatiently. "I've said it all, it's just to make your legs temporarily unconscious - if you want to feel the pain and feel happy, I'll pull out the needle."

Seeing that Chang Xiaopeng didn't speak, Yan Murong nodded with satisfaction.

In fact, it wasn't too difficult to pick up a hamstring, it was just because Yan Murong used his internal qi to destroy his tendons through the sword blade when he broke his hamstrings.

It is difficult for the petals to wither and bloom again, and in the same way, when the internal qi enters Chang Xiaopeng's hamstrings, it is like baking rubber with a blazing fire, directly rolling his hamstrings into a ball, and it is easy to cure it, unless he finds another person who also knows how to use internal qi to help him comb it. But it's not easy to find such a person.

This is not the martial arts world written in Uncle Jin's novels, internal qi is originally a form of qigong, not the internal strength that can fly with a mention of qi written in martial arts novels. There are many people who practice hard qigong, but there are very few people who can practice internal qi.

You see, the guy on TV who said he was a qigong master and took in a bunch of godsons and daughters, wasn't he just bragging in the end?

After the preparations were done, Yan Murong grabbed the scalpel. The knife fell, and bright red blood overflowed from Chang Xiaopeng's ankle.

Then, Yan Murong fell with two silver needles, and the blood was like a valve, and it immediately stopped overflowing.

Ning Kun and Huang Junting were surprised, their eyes widened, but they didn't make a sound, only Long Caiyi looked indifferent, she also knew medical skills, and naturally knew that Yan Murong's two needles were a method of sealing the veins. It is to use silver needles to seal the blood veins and prevent the wound from bleeding. This method is not used by ordinary Chinese medicine. In fact, to put it bluntly, it's not that they don't dare to use it, it's that they don't know how to use it.

This technique is the technique of ancient Chinese medicine, and they all come from books and science according to the book, so naturally they will not understand this.

Gently opening the wound, a strip that had turned a little black and purple appeared in front of Yan Murong's eyes, and that was Chang Xiaopeng's hamstrings.

At this time, the hamstring had shrunk into a ball, and the color had also turned black and purple, Yan Murong grabbed a silver needle again, and with a flick of his wrist, the silver needle made a slight buzzing sound, and then, it pierced the tendon.

Yan Murong kept twisting the silver needle, and after three minutes, a thin layer of mist appeared visible to the naked eye on Yan Murong's head, and the shrunken tendons gradually stretched. When everything was unfolded, Yan Murong pulled out the silver needle. Wiping the beads of sweat left on his forehead, he kept moving, took the scalpel again, and cut off the other ankle.

Fifteen minutes later, Yan Murong's face turned a little pale from consuming too much internal qi.

"Alright, call the hospital to pick you up, and they can do the rest." Yan Murong stood up, looked at Ning Kun and said.

"That's it?" Ning Kun asked in surprise. He didn't doubt Yan Murong's medical skills, so he said that the silver needle sealing the veins and the qi luck needle just now were a strange scene that he had never seen before-it's just that the tendons haven't been connected yet, and the wound hasn't been stitched up yet, so it's over?

"What else?" Yan Murong said. "I've done everything I can, go and go, pour me a glass of water."

"It's—okay." Ning Kun didn't argue anymore, and while asking Huang Junting to call an ambulance, he personally ran to the stone table outside and poured Yan Murong a cup of tea. In order to prevent himself from running again, he simply brought in the teapot.

Yan Murong drank three glasses of water in a row, his face looked a little better, and looked at Chang Xiaopeng, who was lying on the bed with his eyes staring at the ceiling, sighed, and said. "Alright, I've done you what you asked me to do you, don't forget what you're supposed to do."

"I won't forget." Ning Kun nodded seriously and said. "I'll send you back to rest."

"Excuse me." Yan Murong waved his hand, stood up, and said as he walked towards the door with Long Caiyi. "I'm so weak now, I'm really afraid that you'll pull me to the wilderness and dig a hole and bury me." ――

"Commander Chang, miracle, this is really a miracle."

Dean Li Huacheng of the General Hospital of the Yanjing Military Region looked at Chang Pozhi and couldn't help but exclaim, he was an old man in his sixties, but his face was red with excitement, and his hand holding the film couldn't help but tremble.

"Commander Chang, who is it? Who did this? How did he do it? Li Huacheng pulled Chang Pozhi and asked excitedly. How is it possible to restore the atrophied hamstrings to this extent? ”

"Dean Li, will Xiaopeng be able to stand up in the future?" Chang Pozhicai doesn't care about these things, he is most concerned about whether Chang Xiaopeng can stand up. Although Chang Xiaopeng caused a big disaster, he was also a father after all, and he didn't want his son to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair - of course, Ning Kun also told him that Yan Murong did it.

"Yes, absolutely." Li Huacheng said. "The operation is very successful, as long as you don't do strenuous exercise during the recuperation period, after the wound heals, it will be exactly the same as a normal person."

"That's good, please take care of Dean Li, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first." Chang Po said as he walked out the door.

"Okay Commander Chang." Li Huacheng nodded, and he didn't react until Chang Pozhi disappeared, shouting as he ran towards the door. "Commander Chang, you haven't told me who that person is."