Luo Xin neatly inserted the saber in his hand back into the scabbard, glanced at him coldly, and said in a stiff tone: "You don't have to ask too much about this, I have my own plans, in short, I am not allowed to touch her in the future." ”

"This ......" a look of embarrassment appeared on the face of the man in black.

"What? Can Ben Baylor's words not be listened to? Luo Xin's face changed suddenly when he saw his reaction.

"I don't dare." The man in black lowered his head in fear.

After a pause, he said cautiously: "It's just that if you obey the eighth master, I am afraid it will be difficult to explain to the superiors." ”

"Upper?" Luo Xin naturally knew that this assassination could never be the self-made initiative of the person in front of him, so he sneered and said, "Say, who sent you?" ”

"Yes......"

"Could it be Chu Ying?" Seeing that he looked hesitant and difficult to answer, Luo Xin guessed with a restrained expression.

"No, it's not," the man in black hurriedly waved his hand, he didn't dare to splash dirty water on the uncle, and said with a little hesitation, "It's the fifth master." ”

"Mang Gurtai?" Luo Xin was a little surprised, "He also came to the Central Plains?" ”

"Well," the man in black nodded slightly, "The fifth master arrived in Beijing with the second master yesterday. ”

"Daishan is also here? That's really four brothers gathered in Beijing! Luo Xin's eyes crossed a trace of uncertainty, and he pulled the corners of his lips lightly and said, "Take me to meet them, I'll go talk to him." ”

"Yes," the man in black respectfully agreed, raising his hand to make a gesture of invitation to him, "Eighth Master, please come with your humble position." ”

This compartment, in the medical hall near the mosque.

Jiang Shu stood in front of the narrow bed in the inner room, staring closely at the old doctor's hands that were checking Lang Mo's injuries, his beautiful little face was full of uneasiness, for fear that something would go wrong.

Although she has learned the theoretical knowledge of Chinese medicine very solidly, she has no practical experience after all, and Lang Mo is injured in the chest, a critical position, and her life is at stake, so she does not dare to risk treating her, so she can only find an experienced doctor.

"This is a sword wound, how could he be injured by a sword?" After examining Lang Mo's wounds, the old doctor raised his head and asked Jiang Shu and Tian who were waiting on the side.

The sword is a kind of hard weapon, and in his opinion, it is impossible for an ordinary person to have anything to do with weapons.

"I just met a bad guy while wandering around the mosque and was accidentally stabbed with a sword," Jiang Shu explained with mixed truths, and moved his gaze to Lang Modao, who was unconscious on the bed, "How is he?" Is the injury serious? ”

The old doctor looked at the wound on Langmo's body again, sighed heavily, and said, "It's dangerous, it's only an inch away from hurting the heart." ”

"That is, he didn't hurt his heart, and he can still be saved?" Jiang Shu heard hope from these words.

"Don't be too happy," the old doctor pointed to Rummo's chest, "although this sword wound did not hurt the vital point, but the wound was extremely deep, that sword almost pierced his chest, this loss of so much blood, whether he can save his life depends on his creation." ”

"How can it be so serious?" The hope that had just risen was extinguished, Jiang Shu suddenly panicked in his heart, grabbed his sleeve and said, "Aren't you a doctor, save him!" ”

"The old man will do his best," the old man stroked his beard, stretched out his hand and pointed outside, "Please go out first, the old man will heal him." ”

"Let's go, let's get out." Hearing this, Tian next to him gently pulled Jiang Shu's sleeve.

"yes, okay." Jiang Shu nodded slightly, let her lead him, and walked out of the inner room of the medical hall step by step.