It was really unimaginable, Zongtian watched his hand twist to the side, and this was not the end, the force of that punch actually made both of his feet off the ground, and then he sat directly on the solid ground.

"Oops, oops...... "The right hand seemed to be unable to move, and the faint pain in the ass made Zong Tian not want to move. At this time, he could only sit on the ground, screaming at random, while sighing that fortunately he was not too afraid of pain.

"Get up." It seems that because Zongtian is too casual, Hai Di didn't think that Zongtian had been injured a lot, and at this time he even wanted to kick Zongtian in the ass so that he would not continue to shout perfunctorily.

"Wait." The squinting teacher appeared beside the two of them at some point, first stopping the kick that might have landed on Zongtian's buttocks, and then squatting down to observe Zongtian's injury.

There is naturally nothing wrong with a broken buttocks, but it is naturally impossible for Zongtian's right hand to be without problems.

"Is it really broken?" Squinting also looked surprised, and after he carefully checked it,

"It's okay, it's just a dislocation, but this classmate, aren't you in pain?"

Squinting eyes carefully picked up the twisted arm of the sky,

"It's okay."

Just as Zongtian answered, his squinting eyes twisted Zongtian's arm violently, and with a click, Zongtian's twisted arm returned to normal.

"Teacher, you're doing a good job."

Zongtian moved his arm, it seemed to be the same as before, but the squinting eyes did not speak, and he was still carefully observing Zongtian's face at this time. There was indeed a look of surprise on Zongtian's face when he writhed suddenly, but the pain that should have followed did not appear on his face, and he didn't even frown.

"Teacher?"

Looking at the teacher who didn't respond, Zongtian asked strangely.

"Well, I'll just observe it, after all, it's the first time I've helped someone pick it up, so it's okay if you're okay." Squinted and said with a smile, but such words made Zongtian's face a little whiter.

"Teacher, I feel a little comfortable, can I go home and take a rest?"

The arm that didn't feel anything at once became abnormal immediately after the teacher's words, and it seemed that the range of motion was smaller than before? Zongtian shook his arm slowly, thinking like this.

"No problem, I'll help you take a leave of absence."

He didn't say anything else, squinting his eyes and watching Zongtian slowly walk away, but his face seemed to be a little puzzled, but it was more of that smile, and that smile seemed to really have some happy taste.

After returning to the classroom and tidying up a little, Zongtian left the classroom, but his destination was not home.

Stopped a taxi at the school gate, and a familiar address naturally blurted out, and after the taxi was running for a while, Zongtian also came to his destination, which was a small store in a deep alley.

There is such a strange sign hanging on the dark façade of the dark obscura box, although I don't know how many times I have seen it, but Zongtian can't help but shake his head every time he sees it.

Pushing open the wooden door full of wind and frost, a bell shook crisply from the small bell with some mechanisms next to the door.

But the light bell echoed in the room, but no one answered. Zong Tian was not in a hurry, he looked at this somewhat dilapidated little shop very casually, and on the left side of the door was a simple counter, and a small scale on the counter seemed to be often used, and it had been rubbed and shiny. The rest of the shop is almost all medicine cabinets, and the fonts that are almost unreadable mark the medicinal materials in them, some ordinary ones, and some seem to be very weird. Directly in the direction of the door was a door that led to the back room, perhaps not a door, but a doorway with a white-washed curtain.

The door behind Zongtian was closed, but the wind still kept blowing out of the doorway, although it was not very big, but the curtain was slowly stirred by the wind, and behind the curtain was a darkness, the darkness was so thick, as if there was something substantial. As the curtain lifted, there seemed to be a heavy gasp, but when you listened closely, it seemed that there was nothing.

"Ahem... Ahem! A violent cough suddenly ruined the atmosphere in front of him, and the curtain was pushed open by an old man who looked a little shriveled.

"Who...... old man's voice sounded like he was going west at any time,

"Load, load, load." At this time, Zongtian was holding his arms and making a look of watching a play.

"It's a little god." The old man's voice suddenly disappeared, and his clumsy body stood up at this time, and his hand picked his chin, and a piece of his face was torn off by him.

After brushing his hair twice, the person who came out of the house had completely changed his appearance, that person was in his early thirties, but his expression was as gloomy as this dilapidated shop, and under the messy hair was a pair of glasses with quite characteristics, but behind the glasses was a somewhat tired face.

"Why do you have time to come to me today?"

"Lao Yang, didn't I say you, can you have customers in this store like this?" Zongtian couldn't help but spit out a groove first,

"It's like this on purpose, if there are more guests, it's not like I'm going to be tired." Speaking of this, Lao Yang coughed weakly twice,

"Come on, you can't die if I die, and why do you want to open a store if you don't want to have customers?"

"What will I eat if I don't open a store? Do you support me? Lao Yang's face seemed to be a little frivolous,

"Come less, my father didn't support you less."

"You're still young, you don't understand, people can't be too idle, and if you're too idle, you'll be wasted." Lao Yang suddenly began to sigh, and his eyes flew far away at this time.

"Don't mess with you, show me my hands."

"Hands? What happened to the hands? Lao Yang casually looked at the right hand handed over by Zongtian,

"I guess I dislocated it, but a teacher helped me pick it up."

"You dislocated? Such an adult, wrestling and falling so hard? Lao Yang looked at Zongtian with some incredulity,

"Beaten." Zongtian didn't really want to explain, just said casually,

"You're going to be beaten too? Should. ”

The previous words are fine, but the latter word makes Zong Tian a little annoyed.

"How should I be? Don't talk about those, show me first, most of the teachers who picked me up are also Mongolian doctors. ”

"If you want me to watch it, play a game of chess with me first." Lao Yang no longer pays attention to Zongtian's right hand,

"What kind of chess are you playing, why are you really like an old man?" Zongtian shook his right hand impatiently.

"Let's play chess first."

"Look first."

"Let's play chess first."

"Look first."

"Let's play chess first."

"Look first."

"Let's play chess first."

"Okay, good, you won."