In the early morning of the next day, the old man came early, and the temple was also cleaned up because of Tang Ning's free clinic here, and today a single bed that can lie flat was specially arranged, and a screen was prepared to isolate it.

"Little master, I'm here." The old man said, and walked in with some trepidation.

"I'll tell you first."

Tang Ning looked at the old man and said: "If you want to heal, you have to leave the tumor on your face to clean up, I will use anesthetic in the process, you will lose consciousness and fall asleep, after you are done, you have to stay here for two days to observe, if you think you can, then we can start at any time, if you don't want to do it, you can also leave." ”

Hearing this, the old man's face turned slightly pale: "Cut, cut down?" Can this thing be cut off on this face? Will I still survive if I cut it down? ”

"If you cut it, you can naturally live, but if you don't cut it, you won't live long." Tang Ning opened his mouth to speak, watching his face change and change, and did not urge him, let him think clearly for himself.

"Can you really live? I—I'm a little worried! The old man couldn't help but say.

"I can live." Downing gave a word of affirmation.

Seeing this, the old man gritted his teeth: "Okay, the old man believes in the little master." "After all, so many people have come here for treatment in the past few days, and they have really been cured.

"Xiaoyou, find a few people to guard the door, and then prepare some water to come in, Xiaohe, give him the boiled one to drink." Tang Ning confessed, motioning for the two to start preparing.

"Yes." The two responded and quickly divided labor and cooperated.

After about half a pillar of incense, Tang Ning walked behind the screen, the old man had already lay down and fell asleep, at this time, Tang Ning stepped forward after cleaning his hands, took out the knife from the space, and said to Qi Baihe on the side: "You look at it carefully." ”

"Yes." Qi Baihe responded and laid his hand on the side.

The people queuing outside the temple heard that it was Lao Huang who had a lump on his face that was being healed today, and they were all waiting outside, discussing: "You say, can that thing on Lao Huang's face be healed?" ”

"I don't think it's likely, it's said that piece is from meat, right? And it's growing every year, how many years has it been? I haven't heard that thing can be cured. ”

"But those little masters are very skilled in medicine, maybe they can cure it!"

"Wait a minute, we'll see."

The people outside were waiting, and as time passed, they saw that there was still no movement in the temple, and they couldn't help but poke their heads out to look, but unfortunately, they couldn't see anything.

In the temple, behind the screen, Qi Baihe's heart shook, and his mood also had great ups and downs. It was the first time he had seen someone sew flesh and skin together with an embroidery needle.

The old man lying on the bed was still asleep, as if he didn't know the pain, and the lump on his face had been cut off, and he also retreated as he watched his master wash his hands with the final steps.

"Master, is this okay?" His throat tightened slightly, and he was shocked to see such a healing technique for the first time.

"Well, he'll wake up after the anesthetic, but I've given him an injection so he doesn't move when he wakes up." Tang Ning said, wiped his hands and put all the tools into the space, then looked at him and asked, "Do you see everything clearly?" ”

"See clearly." He nodded.

"Don't go under the knife if you see it clearly, it's about the nerves and blood in the face, and the slightest carelessness will kill people." She admonished.

Good night and go out less.

(End of chapter)