The dust has settled!

Only then did everyone in the Zhang family realize that both of them had fallen to the ground.

Zhang Guo was startled, hurriedly flew forward, hugged Zhang Xiaolin, and cried loudly: "Xiaolin, Xiaolin, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that there was a long sword inserted in the lower abdomen of the Master of Moding, and the whole person had been nailed to the ground, the disciples of the Zhang family suddenly jumped up, and the swords greeted together, and the Master of Moding instantly became a pile of meat sauce.

Zhang Zitian and the other five people saw Zhang Xiaolin lying unconscious on the ground, and they also surrounded him with great concern.

"What's wrong with Gongzi Zhang?"

Zhang Zitian stepped forward to grab Zhang Xiaolin's pulse, checked it, and said, "The injury is very serious, carry it back first, and we will take turns to heal him." ”

Zhang Guo picked up Zhang Xiaolin's flying sword, followed behind everyone, and prayed silently.

Everyone carried Zhang Xiaolin to Zhang Zifu's house, and immediately sat him cross-legged on the bed, Zhang Zifu put his hands on Zhang Xiaolin's back to the yang acupoint, and a thick true yuan entered Zhang Xiaolin's body.

Zhenyuan entered the body, although it was of little use to Zhang Xiaolin's injury, but it made him wake up, and with a thought, a bottle of healing elixir appeared in his hand, Zhang Xiaolin gently lifted the lid, and a strong medicinal fragrance immediately filled the entire room.

A sycamore-sized elixir swallowed into his mouth, and he immediately felt a hot air rising from the dantian, flowing into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and finally, the hot medicinal properties were almost concentrated in Zhang Xiaolin's chest, dissolving the blood inside.

Fortunately, not long after the injury, the blood in the chest cavity and meridians had not yet coagulated, Zhang Zifu saw Zhang Xiaolin take the pill, and the top of his head actually rose a trace of heat, and he couldn't help but be secretly surprised that the effect of this medicine was so against the sky!

This was originally the wound medicine left by the Upper Realm Immortal Ziyang Zhenren to Li Yuanba, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an elixir, and people in the mortal world will basically not die as long as there is still a breath.

In a dramatic battle, all the enemies were annihilated, and many people were injured on their own side, and almost all the doctors in Zhangjiazhai were dispatched to treat the injured disciples.

Zhang Zifu saw that Zhang Xiaolin had already settled down, so he beckoned everyone to retreat.

Zhang Guo was meditating and pranayama in the next room, and his aura was also consumed, and his whole body felt a sense of collapse.

For a whole day and night, Zhang Xiaolin didn't wake up, Zhang Guo entered the door and looked once, saw Zhang Xiaolin's ruddy face and steady breathing, and knew that he was fine, so he put his mind at ease.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Zhang Xiaolin opened his eyes, took a long breath, and saw that the flying sword and the pill bottle were by his side, so he reached out and took them.

When Zhang Guo heard the movement, he immediately came in, and when he saw that Zhang Xiaolin had recovered and woke up, he immediately said with great joy: "Let's go, let's go to the uncle's place for dinner." ”

Zhang Xiaolin smiled, he was indeed very hungry, so he came to the courtyard where Zhang Zitian lived with Zhang Guo.

Zhang Zitian has been very busy these days, there are too many injuries in the family, and the more serious one is Zhang Zihe, whose limbs are fractured and he is lying motionless on the bed.

The second is that Zhang Zidi's internal injuries are serious, Zhang Zilu broke one hand and one leg, and the rest of the second-generation disciples are not seriously injured, and they have already been treated by doctors and have some curative effects.

Zhang Xiaolin and Zhang Guo entered Zhang Zitian's courtyard, where the food was being served and ready to eat.

Zhang Zitian looked haggard, and was surprised to see Zhang Xiaolin and Zhang Guo coming in.

He knew about Zhang Xiaolin's injury, which was much more serious than everyone's, but he didn't expect him to get better first.

Zhang Zifu was also in the hall, and when he saw Zhang Xiaolin coming in with a red face, he was naturally happy, and hurriedly gave him the first seat.

"Zhang Gongzi, you don't have to be polite, first, you are a guest from afar, or the representative of the Zhang family in Chang'an City, second, you are the highest cultivator, we monks have always respected our strength, and third, without your desperate help today, our Zhangjiazhai has already been wiped out, you don't have to be polite, if you don't sit, who of us dares to sit?"

"Uncle Zhang, you are too polite, Zhang Guonai and I are brothers, closer than biological brothers, you are his elder, that is, my elder, I will never sit in the first place. After speaking, Zhang Xiaolin sat down next to the first place.

Zhang Zitianhe and Zhang Zifu had no choice but to give up.

After eating, Zhang Zitian was busy visiting his three seriously injured younger brothers, and Zhang Xiaolin also followed him into the ward.

Zhang Zi and his limbs were tied, lying motionless on the bed like a mummy, but his eyes were straight, looking at the roof without blinking, and a trace of tears ran along the corners of his eyes to his ears.

Zhang Xiaolin took a look at it and found that his hands and feet were all comminuted fractures, which were completely forcibly stepped on after Zhang Zihe lost his ability to resist.

"First dismantle the cedar plank, I'll treat him, and after half a year, he can definitely recover. ”

Zhang Zihe's puppet-like expression was immediately overjoyed when he heard the words, and Zhang Zi Tianhe and Zhang Zifu were also overjoyed.

Dismantling the straps and planks, Zhang Xiaolin ordered Zhang Zi and Qu Chi and Neiguan**, made a few handprints on his hands, and the wind blade scalpel pierced directly from the fracture, and under the manipulation of his divine sense, he picked up pieces of broken bones and spliced them together.

Zhang Zihe gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his head suddenly flowed down.

After the splicing was completed, Zhang Xiaolin still fixed his arm with a cedar board and tied it hard.

In addition, the fractures of the hands and feet were also healed in turn, and only a small mouth the width of a finger was seen at the fracture, and the bleeding was very rare.

After the operation, Zhang Xiaolin's consciousness examined it again and found that the operation was very successful.

Unexpectedly, he had a whim, and it was successful, Zhang Xiaolin unexpectedly found that this kind of surgery is much stronger than the keyhole endoscopic surgery in his previous life!

In the previous life, many advanced instruments had never done such a perfect comminuted fracture surgery! And it was a minimally invasive surgery!

A powerful sense of accomplishment filled his brain, and Zhang Xiaolin felt a little fluttery.