"What nonsense, how can you chop your legs indiscriminately!" Tie vigorously roared and stepped forward, but he also gasped.

I saw that the flesh and blood below the knee were blurred, the flesh was torn into pieces, the wound was deep and the bones were visible, and the blood gushed out one after another.

"What the hell is going on?" Tie Dali, who killed the pig without frowning, also trembled a little.

The swarthy villager shook his head and said, "Alas, I was pounced on by a bear! This blood really can't be stopped, so I can only cut it down, burn it with fire and grass smoke, and see if I can save it!"

Tie Dali hesitated for a while, and finally roared, turned around and picked up his fastest bone chopping knife, gritted his teeth and said, "You guys tie him up for me, and take out the grass smoke in your pocket!"

The villagers poured dry hay tobacco out of the pockets of their dirty and torn clothes, and they usually used the worst hay tobacco, which they rolled and lit.

This grass tobacco is said to be able to stop bleeding and relieve pain and disinfection, which is much more magical than the tobacco in his world.

Even so, it's too nonsense. Lin Yi stretched out his hand to block Tie Dali, and said in a deep voice: "In this way, he will die." ”

Tie Dali roared urgently: "Then what do you say! His wound is not treated by Lang Zhong of Jiafu!"

"Prepare more of the kind of string you use to tie the meat, and find a way to sterilize it. Lin Yi took a deep breath, "Then take the fastest five sizes of knives, and also disinfect them." I want that grass smoke too. ”

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Lin Yi turned around, looked at Tie Dali's eyes, and said solemnly: "Don't forget, I know jiu-jitsu." ”

Tie Dali hesitated for a while, and finally waved his hand and shouted, "You two, come and help me!"

Although he had a bad premonition, he gave it a try.

"Tick, the scan is complete. External physical injuries that cannot be treated. ”

Sure enough, systematic treatment does not deal with the situation.

He took a deep breath and instructed the villagers to carry the wounded to a table, and then used iron mirrors and oil lamps to make as much light as possible.

He was just an intern, and the hospital would definitely not let him perform the surgery. But he has cooperated with the observation countless times on the side, and often substantially performs the surgery, asking the doctor to go outside for a cigarette. Most physicians recognize his abilities. However, whether it can be turned positive or not, it depends on not these.

After cleaning the blood, things are better than they seem. At least ten wounds were cut from both legs by bear claws, but fortunately large pieces of flesh were bitten off and no bones were broken.

The juice of this grass tobacco is used as an anesthetic and disinfectant, and the damaged flesh is removed with a strong iron cleaver, and the blood is released, and then carefully stitched with a thin rope to tie the meat.

He quickly entered the world of surgery. I don't know how time passes. When the stitches were all over, he looked up and found that it was already twilight outside, and he was soaking wet.

The man's face was as pale as paper, and he had already passed out, with only a faint breath and heartbeat left.

Lin Yi sighed, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and sighed: "I don't know if it's okay, send him back to rest." ”

The black and thin villager trembled a little and said, "Alas, it's better than us slashing his leg." You doll is still a little powerful. ”

Tie Dali patted him on the shoulder, and also admired him a little: "You jiu-jitsu, you are indeed a bit famous when you don't cut meat." It's been a hard day, go back and rest!"

Today he went back early, the restaurant is rare to have business, sitting almost ten tables of guests, Yingying happily and nervously running around the lobby, but Lao Huang for some reason his expression is very serious.

Lin Yi took a big sip of water and rushed to the kitchen to help. A batch of ingredients that just arrived yesterday has a guest today, which is the ideal situation. He was holding a big shovel for stir-frying, and he was also busy with great interest.

Since coming to this village, I have been cutting meat, treating injuries, and cooking, but I haven't fought with anyone for a while.

"Bang!"

As soon as he thought about this, a loud noise suddenly came from the lobby.

"Hey, old man Huang!" a fierce voice shouted, "Look what this is!"

Lao Huang didn't seem surprised at all, his face was solemn, and he slowly stepped forward.

A strong man dressed in purple with a scar on his face crossed his waist with one hand and raised high with the other, carrying a mouse, and scolded angrily: "I know that you are in tatters here, but you deliberately poisoned us, what do you mean?"

Lao Huang wanted to speak and stopped, and finally buried his waist deeply, grinned on his old face full of wrinkles, and said respectfully: "Captain Zhou is angry, it must be that the cooking is running in, I'm really sorry, Lao Yu will immediately redo a plate for you." ”

"Be a fart!" Captain Zhou kicked over a chair violently, threw the mouse in his hand that was scalded by the soup into Lao Huang's face, and yelled: "Do you know that today is our second son, who understands that it is not easy for you to be young and old, and specially brought me over to take care of business! What a noble person is the second son, he still eats such an unclean thing, do you want my Li Biao's life?"

Lao Huang let the rat slap him on the face, and the soup slipped off his face together, still smiling and said: "The second son is angry, the old man only charges the cost of meat for this meal, and asks the second son to be merciful and not to worry about me and other people." ”

"Alas, Li Biao, forget it. A chubby young man stood up, dressed in a luxurious purple brocade robe, which was somewhat similar to the blue-clothed boy yesterday, "You eat mice, you are angry, just smash a few tables, anyway, I don't have this pot." This old man's roasted meat is really a little fragrant. After saying that, he laughed, and the chopsticks in his hand were scratched in the pot.

Lao Huang was just about to bow again, when the second son suddenly let out a miserable scream.

"Mom!" The second son jumped up suddenly, and a mouse was pinched out of the chopsticks in his hand, "Stinky old man! You don't want to die! Are you deliberately poisoning me Jia Gui?"

Lao Huang froze in place, his eyes widened, and he was speechless for a while.

Li Biao had already scolded, and reached out and overturned the table in front of him along with the soup.

"I'm disgusting, smash me!" Jia Gui screamed, turned his head and wanted to vomit, but before he could spit it out, he couldn't help but show a smug smile.

In the blink of an eye, this group of diners stood up one after another, and "jingle bells" overturned the tables and chairs in the lobby all over the floor.

At first glance, it looks like it was premeditated.

"Don't smash it! My lord, don't smash it!" Xiao Yingying's eyes were full of tears, but she couldn't help crying, stretched out her little arm and tried to stop Li Biao, "We don't have the money to buy these tables and chairs!

"Get out of here!" Li Biao snorted, reached out and threw out a chair, smashing it into several pieces on the wall.

Lao Huang shouted in fright: "Yingying! Come here!"

"Please!" Yingying unrelentingly reached out and grabbed the corner of Li Biao's sleeve, sobbing and pleading.

"Lao Huang, if you don't take this girl away, don't blame me for not having long eyes!" Li Biao shook his hand violently and threw Yingying out at once, seeing that her thin body was about to hit the table.

Lin Yi supported Yingying from behind, hugged her to the steps with both hands, patted her head gently, and said with a smile: "Yingying don't move here, there is a big brother here." ”

After that, he walked up to Li Biao and said in a deep voice: "I burned these pots of dishes, and I didn't see the rat so I ran in, if you want to beat me, don't smash the things in the store." ”

"Hmph, where did you come from, it's not your turn to be a hero!" Li Biao sneered, "Smack!" smashes a table with one kick.

Lin Yi didn't say a word, and suddenly punched Li Biao in the face.

Li Biao couldn't react for a while, and barely reached out to block Lin Yi's punch, but his heart suddenly emptied, as if he had stopped beating a few beats. He was stunned for a moment, Lin Yi's feet had already swept over, and a "pop!" kick hit his right cheek.

Li Biao's whole person flew up, knocking over several tables and soup basins one after another, causing several wicked men to turn on their backs along the way.

When he looked up, his face was covered in blood, and his nasal bone seemed to be broken.

"I put the rats in! I also beat the people!" Lin Yi roared, his eyes staring at the second son, Jia Gui, "If you have a kind, come at me!"