Staring at Fang Yan's young and somewhat excessive face, Chen Wu couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in his heart. I was grateful for the life-saving grace of Fang Yan, and I was deeply shocked by the power he showed.

Chen Wu, who has been born with divine power since he was a child, still has some pride in personal force, but after seeing the means of dialects, he realized that his tricks were really nothing.

Over the years of walking the rivers and lakes, Chen Wu, who is good at using hidden weapons, has not never encountered it, and even he himself has learned one or two flying knife techniques.

But the power of those hidden weapons, compared with the arrows that can be thrown out of the tongue and can be comparable to the power of the US military's strong crossbow, I don't know how far behind.

At that time, the distance between the short swordsman and the dialect was at least twenty zhang, and the effective range of the average military crossbow was only one hundred and fifty paces, and the maximum killing distance might not even be so far.

And the arrows thrown out by Fang Yan with his bare hands can still have the power of a strong crossbow comparable to the US military after flying a distance of more than 20 zhang, which has to be shocking.

Chen Wu is now very glad that he had agreed to Fang Yan's request to accompany the dart team before.

Otherwise, not to mention that he can save the dart now, it may still be unknown whether these brothers around him can follow him back to the dart game alive.

"Hehe, Chen Dart is polite. Since Poor Dao is in the convoy, he is naturally a member of the dart team, how can he sit back and watch the brothers of the dart team encounter danger and stand by! ”

In the face of Chen Wu's thanks, Fang Yan took it indifferently, and his words made everyone in the dart team feel good, and they couldn't help but feel more grateful and respectful to Fang Yan.

And some of the dart masters who were a little far away, immersed in the fighting and not noticing the movement here, couldn't help but change their eyes when they looked at Fang Yan after they knew what had just happened from the descriptions of the words of their companions around them.

The strong will be respected everywhere, especially the strong who saved their lives.

And then, the words that came out of the dialect made the men even more happy.

"Chen Darthead, Poor Dao found that there are many seriously injured among the brothers in the dart team, right?"

His eyes swept lightly from the dialect of the group of people behind Chen Wu, and he said in his mouth.

"It just so happens that Poor Dao has mastered some methods for treating physical injuries, and may be able to bring some help to your brothers."

Hearing the words in dialect, Chen Wu was immediately overjoyed.

"Do you know how to heal?"

In these days, it is not easy to learn medicine, there was no medical school in ancient society, and even if you pay money, you can't find a place to study medicine.

Just like other traditional craftsmen, the medical skills at this time are also passed on by the so-called "apprenticeship system", and a master will bring several apprentices at most in his life.

And generally without three or five years of assessment, this master will not easily pass on his medical skills to his apprentices.

Moreover, the technology of medicine is a little different from other professions after all, and it is a major matter of human life. Even if an apprentice feels that he has completely mastered all the medical skills of the master, he cannot see and diagnose others alone without the master's permission.

Compared with qualifications, the requirements for character in this era are more stringent.

As soon as Chen Wu's words blurted out, he immediately reacted, and a layer of cold sweat immediately appeared on his head.

When I asked this question just now, didn't I suspect that the Taoist was lying?

However, when he saw that Fang Yan didn't care about the recklessness in his words, but nodded lightly and acquiesced that he was indeed a good doctor, Chen Wu's heart suddenly became even more excited.

"Dao Chief, then I'm sorry for you!"

Chen Wu hurriedly asked.

It's not that Chen Wu is rare and weird, but in the current situation, a person who knows medical skills is really too important.

In the battle just now, the opponents of the dart masters are veterans who have fought on the battlefield after all, and the moves in their hands are subconsciously going towards the vital parts of the dart masters. Many dart masters were caught off guard and were caught off guard, hurting their internal organs.

With the superficial healing methods mastered by Chen Wu and others, it is the ultimate to be able to deal with skin trauma and fractures, but an injury like this that already involves the internal organs of the human body is dumbfounded.

And there are no other doctors to be found in this wilderness, and the nearest town from here, it will take a while to get there, Chen Wu can hardly imagine how many brothers will lose their lives because of the delay in treatment.

The words of the tongue today give hope to the people.

A clear clearing was cleared next to the convoy, and a dart master with a blade pierced in the lungs was carried over as a guinea pig.

This is a very young dart master, and his age seems to be seventeen or eighteen years old at most. Fang Yan vaguely remembers that his name seems to be Zhang Zhuo, and he is a very active young man in the dart team and likes to talk very much.

It's just that Zhang Zhuo at this time didn't have the usual smile on his face. His wound was in the lungs, and the enemy's ferocious knife almost cut off one-third of Zhang Zhuo's lungs.

The vital part responsible for the respiratory function was frustrated, and Zhang Zhuo was already out of breath at this time. The face was pale, and I don't know if it was because of lack of oxygen or excessive blood loss.

Or both.

"Dao Chief, do you think Xiao Zhuo's injury can still be saved?"

Xiao Liu, who had been following Fang Yan's side, asked with concern at the moment.

Zhang Zhuo's popularity in the dart team is very good, and he also has a good friendship with Xiaoliu.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine."

The tone of the dialect is very light, if someone else says so, it will definitely not give Xiao Liu a little confidence.

But I don't know why, this sentence came out of the dialect mouth, but it inexplicably gave people a strong confidence, and even the worries in Xiao Liu's heart were diluted a lot.

Under the nervous gaze of the surrounding people, Fang Yan walked up to the dart master's side, and then gently raised his right hand.

The next moment-

"Ahh There were exclamations one after another.

Chen Wu and the others' eyes that had just widened because of nervousness had become even more round at this moment. Because where their eyes were focused, a faint light green light actually appeared on the palm of Fang Yan's right hand.

"This ...... This ......"

At this moment, even the most well-informed Chen Wu didn't know what kind of language to use to describe his mood at the moment. If it were a modern person here, a sentence would definitely come out of his mouth:

Son, come out and see the gods!!