Entered, a group of soldiers, under the command of a man in purple, who placed the first stretcher on a single bed by the counter.

"Get up, get up!"

A few soldiers drove the two patients away from the benches, merged the two benches, and placed a second pair of single racks on top of them.

The healer didn't care about the Alayan Sect anymore, he had already hurriedly stood up, bowed to the purple-clothed man, and said with a flattering smile: "Lord Tran, what's going on?"

The purple-clothed man was still holding the long sword in his hand, his face was gloomy, and his tone was stiff, and he said: "These two adults were hit by a flying knife in the shoulder, and those quacks in the palace worked all night, and they didn't have a good plan to take it out. Please also ask Dr. Nalan to bother. ”

Mr. Nalan hurried to see the first wounded, rolled his eyelids to see his pupils, felt his pulse again, and then looked at the wound.

When I unbuttoned the wounded's shirt, I saw a small wound on the left shoulder blade, a little blood stain had been scarred, and there was no flying knife in sight.

Mr. Nalan was startled and asked the man in purple, "Lord Tran, where are the throwing knives?" ”

The purple-clothed man snorted coldly, "Nalan Divine Doctor can't be seen like those quacks, right?" ”

Mr. Nalan was even more surprised, and squeezed the wounded man's shoulder blade with his hand, but did not touch anything hard except for a stream of blood. And the black-clothed wounded man was asleep, but he suddenly woke up in pain, and fainted again with an "ouch".

Mr. Nalan was actually startled, quickly let go, pointed to the second man in black lying on the bench and asked the man in purple, "Lord Tran, this one is also injured?"

The man in purple was still expressionless, and said coldly: "It's the same." ”

Mr. Nalan hurriedly ran over and lifted the shirt of the man in black on the bench, but saw that there was a wound on the right shoulder blade as before, rolled his eyelids, checked his pulse, and knew that he was asleep, so he only gently pressed the wound around, and also found no flying knife.

Mr. Nalan frowned and said to the man in purple: "This is an operation, find the flying knife." ”

The man in purple bowed his head, which was considered to be an agreement.

Mr. Nalan took the surgical knife medicine and cleaned the wound of the man in black at the bedside.

Seeing that Alayanzong was still standing beside the desk, he greeted, "Come on, come on, if you can do this operation, I will promise you, if you can't do it, don't insult my reputation here." “

Ever since the soldier entered the door, Alayanzong had been watching, and he had already recognized that the purple-clothed man in the lead was the swordsman who had injured him in the palm last night, and the two injured black-clothed men on the single frame were the other two swordsmen.

Listening to their conversation and Mr. Nalan's injury, he knew that the two throwing knives had injured the two of them, and the throwing knives were originally running to their throats, and they were injured on the shoulder blades left and right, which should not be fatal, and they may have been left untreated overnight, and they were infected and unconscious.

Looking at the appearance of the purple-clothed swordsman, it seems that the flying knife did not hurt him, and he can dodge the life-killing flying knife of the Alayan Sect, and the level of martial arts is unimaginable, and he dare not underestimate it.

Seeing Mr. Nalan's call, Alayanzong came to the bed, pretended to lean over to take care of the wound, and said: "The flying knife has been embedded in the bone, there is no handle, if you want to take it out surgically, you must enlarge the wound, and pulling out the flying knife by brute force will aggravate the wound, even if the wound heals, this arm will be useless." ”

The purple-clothed swordsman glanced at Alayanzong, but he was only slightly stunned and didn't think much about it. Maybe Alayanzong put on makeup and didn't recognize him, or maybe he didn't think about him at all whether he was the person who broke into the palace last night, nodded and said:

"As Mr. said, those imperial doctors failed to decide on a surgical plan, and they didn't dare to do it after a night's grinding. The two adults are so good at martial arts that the loss of their arms is equivalent to their lives. In order to save his arm, he came to God for healing. ”

After hearing this, Mr. Nalan rolled his eyes and asked, "Lord Tran knows the shape of the flying knife, so I can make a plan to take it out." ”

The purple-clothed swordsman took out a throwing knife from his bosom and handed it to Mr. Nalan. The knife was like the head of a spear, with a sharp front and a wide back, with a short handle and a small hole in the handle.

In order to ensure that the tip of the throwing knife was facing forward, the small hole was originally tied to some strips of cloth, but later Alayanzong had perfected his practice, and the strip of cloth affected the speed of the flying knife after it was shot, so he removed the strip of cloth.

Mr. Nalan carefully took a look at the flying knife, and said to Alayanzong, "I don't need to enlarge the wound to take out the flying knife. What about you?"

Seeing this, Mr. Nalan wanted to compete with him to see who was better, so he replied, "I can too." ”

Mr. Nalan smiled, "It just so happens that both of them were hit by the throwing knife, and the injured parts are almost the same on the left and right, and I will treat one for each of them, how about it?"

Alayanzong smiled: "Listen and obey. ”

Mr. Nalan raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "You first, or me first?"

Alayanzong must be respectful, and bow slightly, "Sir, please first." ”

Mr. Nalan said disdainfully: "If you use my method, I will not keep you." ”

Seeing Mr. Nalan's attitude, Alayanzong was neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "That's nature. ”

The purple-clothed swordsman was not interested in the conversation between the two of them, but he did not interfere, only stood with his sword on the side, his face still cold as ice.

A dozen soldiers had already driven the patient and his family out of the house, and stood in line at the door, but the patients outside the door did not dare to make a mistake, so they had to wait patiently.

I saw Mr. Nalan take a small hook from the medical bag, soak it in wine, and then probed into the wound of the man in black, and after a little fumbling, he hooked the flying knife, and carried it with his hand without lifting it.

The black-clothed swordsman woke up again in pain, moaning incessantly.

Mr. Nalan ignored him, and asked the man to fetch a few special planks, and fixed the man in black to the bed, and the left shoulder no longer moved.

There was a sling hanging down from the beam, Mr. Nalan took it, hung the hook, adjusted the tightness, took an iron rod, circled the sling, and adjusted the pitch.

At this time, the sling was just about to be taut, and Mr. Nalan held one end of the iron rod with both hands, and slowly pressed down, and the sling gradually tightened.

The man in black turned from moaning to howling, and beads of sweat were already all over his face. Mr. Nalan continued to push down despite his shouting, and sweat was seen on his head, and the sling tightened even more.

Hearing only the sound of "bang", a pillar of blood rushed out, and the flying knife was brought out with the blood pillar with a sling, and the black-clothed swordsman also let out an "oops" and fainted again.

The flying knife bounced into the air, and it had already broken off the iron hook and pierced into the roof beam.

Except for Alayanzong and the purple-clothed swordsman, everyone else was taken aback.

Mr. Nalan couldn't take care of this at the moment, so he quickly opened the wooden board, took out the cotton wool to clean the wound, sutured the wound with flying needles and sutures to stop the bleeding, sprinkled the gold creation medicine, and with the help of the guy, the wound was bandaged.

Finally straightened up, a guy wiped his face with sweat for him, and said to Alayanzong while cleaning his hands: "Okay, I'm done with it here, it's up to you." ”

The purple-clothed swordsman only frowned, did not speak, and turned his head to look at the Alayan Sect.

The corners of Alayanzong's mouth curled, and he didn't speak, he came to the bench, helped the groggy man in black up, stretched out his hand and quickly clicked a few acupoints, stood behind him, secretly used his palm power, and slapped his hands on the back of the black-clothed man's right shoulder, and with a "ah", the flying knife had flown out of the wound with a bloody shadow and was nailed to the wooden board of the counter.

Everyone was shocked!