The old man was almost going to scold his mother, if he knew that it hurt so much before, he would not be willing to let Ning Fan help him treat him.

This kind of pain has gone beyond the limit of the old man's patience.

Over the years, the old man's leg would be in unbearable pain every time it rained, and it was normal for him to not be able to sleep all night.

But now, compared to the pain caused by Ning Fan to the old man, the old man suddenly felt that the pain when it rained was simply tickling!

The old man's face turned a little pale, and his body trembled more and more.

The surrounding crowd was a little worried about the old man.

But Tang Xinyuan couldn't help laughing, and he shouted excitedly: "You can make the patient suffer so much, you are also the first, and you dare to brag that you can cure his illness in a few minutes?"

Ning Fan ignored him, and the surrounding crowd also looked at Tang Xinyuan in surprise.

Anyway, in this kind of thing, the injured are beaten, and when the old man is suffering, this guy is still thinking about his own competition?

It's right to ridicule Ning Fan, but at the same time, he laughed?

Ning Fan couldn't help but be a little funny in his heart, this guy is still a brain-dead in the end, Tang Sect's medical skills are indeed good, and this Tang Xinyuan himself is not bad.

But obviously, I have grown up in the greenhouse of Tangmen since I was a child, so what's the use of being tall?

"Bear with me, that's fine. Ning Fan instructed the old man again, and then slapped one hand suddenly.

With a pop, on the back of the old man's right leg, among the muscles, a black thing fell out like this, with some blood clots and some fishy smell.

After this thing came out, Ning Fan quickly clicked a few times on the old man's wound with one hand, sealed the acupuncture point at the old man's wound, and then took out some medicinal powder from his pocket and sprinkled it.

This set of actions was smooth, and when everyone saw it clearly, the old man's wound didn't even have time to flow blood.

"What?" Tang Xinyuan looked at the wound on the old man's leg in surprise, and shouted arrogantly: "Let you treat the old man, but not let you hurt the old man, I think you have anything else to quibble about now?"

"Wait!" the old man suddenly shouted, interrupting Tang Xinyuan's words.

He looked down at the black thing on the ground and couldn't help but reach out and pick it up.

Everyone also looked at the old man's hand in amazement.

Tang Xinyuan couldn't help but come over because of his doubts.

It was black, laughing like a pinky knuckle, and it was stained with a lot of blood clots.

The person who came was not disgusted, as if he had thought of something, he gently twisted his two fingers to wipe off the blood clot on it.

Suddenly, a shiny thing appeared in front of everyone.

"It's ...... ?!! bullets," the old man shouted with a change in his face.

The surrounding crowd also exploded.

"How is it possible?" Tang Xinyuan shouted subconsciously.

How is it possible to remove a bullet from a body without surgery, relying only on your hands and those silver needles?

"That's right, that's right, it's really a bullet, oh my God!" the old man's voice couldn't help but tremble a little.

He had come from a war, and although this thing was highly decayed, he was sure that it was a bullet.

Ning Fan silently put away his silver needle, then got up and said: "I don't know how many shots you were shot when you were shot, but I know how backward the medical conditions were back then, carelessly pulling down a bullet, this is the reason for your leg injury." ”

The old man's breath was obviously much heavier, he suddenly turned his head to look at Ning Fan, opened his mouth, and was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

"Old man, how about you try to take two steps?" Ning Fan smiled and said in an astonishing voice again.

The old man was stunned, and the crowd around him was also in unison.

The old man swallowed, looked at his right leg, and tried to pulsate his steps.

After trying to take a few steps, the old man's leg was indeed a little lame at first, but later, the more he walked, the less he became lame.

Although the old man still did not fully return to normal later, it was only a very small lameness.

"This ...... This is a miracle!" the old man looked at his right leg excitedly, reached out and touched it, and couldn't believe that it was his leg.

Tang Xinyuan's face was difficult to see, and he suddenly shouted: "Fake, completely fake, isn't it still cured? Have you seen it? This old man's leg is still lame, not completely healed!"

The surrounding crowd looked at Tang Xinyuan one by one, and they all had some doubts in their hearts, is this idiot really from the Tang Sect?

The old man also looked at Tang Xinyuan angrily, snorted coldly, and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"This bullet has been stuck in your muscles, when you use force in your right leg, you will naturally feel pain, if you don't take it out, you will naturally not be able to walk normally, but now it's okay, the bullet has been taken out, and the recovery of the muscles will take a while, and I have only briefly treated the wound, and then you need to go to the hospital to deal with the wound, and at the same time buy some supplements to make up for the body, I believe it will not be long before it will be completely restored to normal." ”

Ning Fan said, bowing to the old man, this kind of revolutionary ancestor, Ning Fan admired and respected it from the bottom of his heart.

What he said before was right, Ning Fan felt very proud to be able to help the old man in front of him.

The old man nodded excitedly: "Okay, I know, young man, what's your name?"

"Just call me Ning Fan. Ning Fan responded with a smile.

"Good, good, good, you have such attainments at a young age, and your achievements in the future are limitless!" the old man exclaimed.

After speaking, the old man symbolically walked a few steps again.

This refreshing feeling of being able to walk as usual made the old man feel as if he had been reborn, and his whole body seemed to be like a spring breeze.

The surrounding crowd also erupted in thunderous applause when they saw this.

There was only Tang Xinyuan alone, and his face was almost dark.

"Okay, I just found someone, I saw his illness and cured him, and you are the same now, this one, let's settle the draw, continue!" Tang Xinyuan shouted unconvincedly.

The old man looked at Tang Xinyuan with disdain, and said to Ning Fan: "This kid's medical skills should also be there, but needless to say, this medical virtue, such a person can become a talent, God really has no eyes, Ning Fan, you have to come on." ”

In Tang Xinyuan's darkening face, Ning Fan respectfully agreed.

The old man left quickly because he still needed to treat his wounds.

"Okay, you said a draw is a draw, since you want to continue, then continue, but don't forget that the signboard of the Tang Gate is. ”