"Go? Is it used as a distraction? It's a great idea! Horace gave a thumbs up, amusing him by the way, "Maybe chess would do the same." ”

Suning smiled: "Then Guan Yu has to go down!" ”

At this time, not to mention chess, even the rules of Chinese chess are not sound enough. Even if Guan Yu can play, the rules he is familiar with cannot be the same as Suning. The most critical problem is that the time for each game of chess is too short to complete the operation. Once the winner is decided, Guan Yu's heartstrings are loosened, and the pain of the operation may make him faint immediately.

Sunning would not take this risk, it is more reliable to fight on the 19th Road.

So the chessboard was set aside, and Guan Yu sat down. Ma Boiling was in place, and Su Youpeng took the lead in white.

Thanks to the fact that he was mixed from the Faculty of Arts in his previous life, even if he had no preference for Go, under the influence of the old professors of the same college, he entered the top six in Beijing and successfully mixed up with the amateur fifth level.

In the beginning of the layout, Suning insisted on implementing the strategy of steady and steady, and Guan Yu's routine was basically the same. The speed of the two sides is relatively fast, but they are both proficient basic routines, and there is nothing new.

Liang Hu on the side pursed his lips boredly, peeking at Horace, who was also skillful. He was picking up a pair of scissors from a curved disc he bought from the system store, and screeched through the strips of cloth that bandaged the wound.

Again, it was a skillful technique, and Horace was clearly getting more attention. He, a cheerful Yankee, is not only not nervous about it, but excitedly looks like a big star on the stage.

However, there were not many strips of rag to bandage the wound, and his performance stopped shortly thereafter. After that, Hua Tuo splashed the process of sprinkling hemp and boiling, although everyone saw it for the first time, but no matter how you look at it, it is seriously lacking in ornamentation.

Instead, it was a duel on the chessboard that earned everyone's attention.

After the initial grappling, Guan Yu quickly launched a ferocious attack. Suning didn't expect the offensive to be so rapid, and he deliberately delayed time, so he only cared about coping with it and didn't make a counterattack. Unexpectedly, the second brother Guan was unforgiving, and after gaining the advantage, he launched a more crazy attack.

Suning's situation suddenly became passive, and he was exhausted from running for his life, and climbed several hands one after another. Liang Hu saw him rolling and crawling on the chessboard, and couldn't help but want to remind him in a low voice, but he couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in the instep of his foot, and when he looked down, he found that Huangfu Song's big feet were stepping on it.

Liang Hu grinned at the other party, but saw that he just shook his head lightly, meaning not to help Suning. The old bird turned his face away fiercely, and the Northland Taishou smiled and moved back to his big feet.

However, the two players don't seem to notice this. After withstanding this wave of bombardment, Suning actually began to lay out calmly again, making Guan Yu think that there was a conspiracy hidden in it, and he had to be careful with every move.

This made him more focused, and even Horace's request if the wound was still painful was automatically ignored by him.

Horace and Hua Tuo glanced at each other, and Xindao Go was indeed a good anesthetic. However, Suning also said that the effect of hemp boiling is only better than nothing, and there is a big gap compared with modern laughing gas, ether and chloroform.

Based on this, Horace really didn't dare to act rashly, but Suning threw a firm look at him. Although the effect of hemp boiling powder is worrying, one of its ingredients, mandala flower, can also make a clinically successful anesthetic soup after a reasonable combination in later generations.

Talking is better than nothing, after all, it is better than nothing.

Horace gritted his teeth and immediately began the operation.

Suning cooperated just right, and the long-brewing offensive was launched. After two hands, Guan Yu was stunned to find that his big dragon was worried about being cut into two sections.

This made him feel horrified, and he quickly frowned and thought about how to deal with it. After thinking about it, I found that Suning's previous foreshadowing was really sufficient, and he had already set up an ambush there in advance to wait for many of his possible dealing routines.

After thinking about it for a long time, Guan Yu found a relatively safe way to play. However, Suning's response was also very fast, and it seemed that this routine did not exceed his expectations.

Liang Hu secretly applauded the student's turnaround, but Huangfu Song secretly applauded Suning's mental skills.

He couldn't help but look at Horace beside him, and then realized that the operation was at its most critical time. There were two more openings around the perimeter of the wound, allowing the scalpel to remove the arrow at a better angle.

Guan Yu, who was on the edge of the chessboard, seemed to be unaware of this. All his attention was probably devoted to the fight between black and white.

Suning's successive shots did not cut through the opponent's defense line like a sharp blade, but it was on the verge of suffocation like a storm. If it is a sword and sword like a sword and a shadow to rob each other, Guan Yu may still have a chance. But this sense of coercion and encroachment made Guan Yu feel powerless when dealing with it.

At some point, sweat appeared on his cheeks. In the beginning, it was still a small and inconspicuous spring. But soon, they changed into Baotu Spring, then more like Huangshui Weishui, and then into the surging Yellow River!

Huangfu Song, who noticed this detail, was shocked, and Horace stopped his movements even more worriedly. They, especially the latter, were worried that it was the pain caused by the poor anesthesia effect, which made Guan Yu sweat profusely.

But Suning signaled the two not to worry too much, Quan Dangguan Yu was because the chess game was too passive, and he sweated so much in a hurry.

In fact, none of the people present knew the real situation, and I am afraid that even Guan Yu didn't know whether his sweat was in a hurry or in pain.

After successfully defusing Suning's offensive again, Guan Yu just wanted to take a breath, but saw Suning fall lightly, and the situation suddenly became tense again. He had no choice but to continue to ponder. After this situation repeated several times, Suning's attack did not make much progress, but only regained the disadvantage caused by the fatigue at the beginning.

As a result, the two sides entered the later official stage in a situation that was inseparable.

The most important thing for officials is to be cautious, and as long as there are no major mistakes, it will basically not lead to irreparable failure. So both sides carefully protected the established results, and did not attack the other side rashly.

This state of holding his breath and concentrating continued for a while before it came to an end with a long sigh from Suning and Horace.

Liang Hu thought they were done playing, and was about to act as a referee, stepping forward to count the number of chess pieces on both sides.

But before he could start, he was startled by the strange sound of "Bang".

When he looked closely, he was surprised to find a black, blood-red iron arrow on the chessboard.

Seeing this, everyone looked at Horace in surprise, but saw that he was already sitting on the ground, his energy and physical strength had been drained by the worry of the effect of the anesthesia, and only his eyes were still radiating a strange brilliance, because he was looking at the wound that had been stitched up with a sense of accomplishment.

Guan Yu turned his left arm, looked down at the flesh that was sealed like clothes, and asked slowly, "That's it!" ”

Suning fell down on the chessboard tiredly, and the wonderful game was unrecognizable by his arm, and after a while, he replied weakly: "Okay!" ”