Doctors have the hearts of their parents, and most doctors in the world have benevolent hands.

Hu Langzhong is also one of them, he may not have superb medical skills for rejuvenation, but he does have a benevolent heart.

Hu Langzhong's medical clinic is not big, and there are not too many people coming and going, because his medical clinic is outside the town.

He is from a foreign country, he doesn't have so much money, and he can't afford to rent a façade house in the town, so he can only build one by himself in the suburbs.

He is a langzhong, not a carpenter, and although the house has been built, it is crooked and ventilated.

It's a place to live, and Hu Langzhong settled down like this.

His daily life is very simple, picking herbs, boiling decoctions, making pills, everything in his life is related to medicine.

Most of the patients who go to the Hulang Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall to see a doctor are suffering from small problems such as wind cold and trauma, and those who have major problems will go to the town's medical center to see them.

Because most people don't believe in how skilled a man from a foreign country will be.

It doesn't cost much to see patients with minor problems, and some simple herbal dregs are applied to treat external injuries, and Hu Langzhong does not charge for it.

So Hu Langzhong's life is not rich, he is already in his twenties, and he has not married a wife so far.

Over time, Hu Langzhong won the title of a good person.

There is still a difference between a good man and a good man.

A good man can make money, and a good guy is just a good guy.

A good person is a good name, but also a burden, because you must be honest, if you are not honest at all, a good person will become a complete bad guy.

To this day, Hu Langzhong is worthy of the title of a good person, and he is not dishonest at all.

Today, as usual, early in the morning, Hu Langzhong returned to the hospital with the medicine basket on his back.

There are only a few grass roots in the medicine basket, and in the icy and snowy winter, there are indeed not many medicinal herbs that can be collected.

Lieutenant General Hu Lang washed and washed the grass roots, picked and picked, threaded the rest of the thread, and hung it on the beam of the medical hall.

When he wiped his hands and turned around, he saw a monk.

The monk's bald head had beads of sweat the size of beans, and the monk's robe on his left arm was soaked with black blood.

Seeing that someone was injured, Hu Langzhong didn't say a word, and hurriedly settled the monk to sit down.

Gently pulling up the monk's robe, I saw the monk's flesh and blood of the broken arm, the wound was cold, there was a faint frost, the skin was already black, if the carrion was not scraped off, it might be life-threatening.

Hu Langzhong took out some hemp powder and wanted to apply it to the monk's wound, but the monk grabbed his wrist and asked fiercely: "Your powder is spicy and pungent, is it poison, do you want to harm me?"

"Master misunderstood, these are numbness, rubbed on the wound, you can remove the pain. ”

"I can endure the pain, I don't have to be numb. ”

Since the monk said no, Hu Langzhong didn't have to force it, he put down the masan and picked up the medical knife.

Just as the medical knife was about to get close to the wound, the monk made a stumbling block under his feet and knocked Hu Langzhong down.

The monk's shoes stepped on Hu Langzhong's chest, and the monk showed a murderous face: "You dare to use a knife on me, do you want to kill me?"

Hu Langzhong was trampled by the monk and almost breathless, and helplessly explained to him: "The master's wound is rotten, causing the blood to rot, if you don't scrape off the bad meat, there will be rotten blood backflow, which will block the heart, and the master will be in danger of life." ”

After listening to Hu Langzhong's explanation, the monk pondered for a long time, and finally slowly took his feet away and sat on the chair with a big move.

Hu Langzhong hurriedly picked up the medical knife that fell to the ground, rinsed it with water, lit a candle, and roasted the medical knife hot.

The knife carefully scraped on the rotten flesh, exuding the smell of the skin and flesh being roasted, and the monk twisted his thick eyebrows tightly, he didn't use numbing medicine just now, he said that he was a tough guy, but at this time, the fat meat was shaking in pain.

Hu Langzhong was very meticulous when he used his medical skills, and every time he scraped off a piece of carrion, he had to wipe the knife clean, re-roast it with a candle, and then use the next knife.

Half an hour passed, and the scraping of the flesh was not completed, and the monk couldn't bear the pain anymore, kicked Hu Langzhong over, and immediately scolded: "Are you trying to hurt me to death?"

"Master must endure the pain for a while, if you don't scrape the rotten flesh clean, the sin just now will be in vain. ”

No matter how unreasonable the monk was, Hu Langzhong never forgot his identity as a doctor, got up, did not dust off his body, and continued to treat the monk's wounds.

The monk gritted his teeth and persisted until the rotten flesh was scraped off, and Hu Langzhong used some herbs to invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, and gently applied it to the wound of the broken arm.

When Hu Langzhong picked up the white cloth and wanted to bandage the monk's wound, he was stopped by the monk again.

The monk's robe has been soaked with cold sweat, his lips have become pale, but his face is still a cruel smile, he raised his eyebrows and asked Xiang Langzhong: "You healed the broken arm, how much is the consultation fee?"

Hu Langzhong shook his head lightly, and said to the monk with a pleasant face: "Master is a monk, and he has the natural responsibility to purify all sentient beings. ”

The monk nodded, taking it for granted, raised his eyebrows and sneered, and asked Hu Langzhong: "Are you an honest man?"

Hu Langzhong sighed, and he replied honestly: "The world is chaotic, and it is difficult to keep to yourself, I try to abide by my duty, and so far, I have never done anything wrong." ”

"You just said that it is my destiny to purify all sentient beings. The monk pointed to his severed arm and asked in a cold voice, "But I have lost my demon slaying hand, how can I benefit all sentient beings?"

"This ......" Lang Zhong was very embarrassed, so he could only shake his head and smile bitterly: "I don't have the medical skills to be reborn with a broken arm." ”

The monk laughed wildly, and the laughter shook the wooden house to buzz, and the laughter made Hu Langzhong's heart cold.

The laughter gradually fell cold, and the monk slowly got up and said arrogant words: "You will not be reborn with a broken arm, but I will, if you want to learn, I can teach you." ”

The rebirth of a broken arm has not been heard of since ancient times, this is the magic power that only immortals have!

When Hu Langzhong heard that the monk wanted to teach him the thaumaturgy of rebirth with a broken arm, he was immediately overjoyed, and his face was immediately full of respect: "Ask the master for advice." ”

"If you want to be reborn with a broken arm, you must find a new hand. The monk's face was sinister, staring at Hu Langzhong's left hand, and he said the chilling words: "Hand over your left hand, and I will show you the rebirth of a broken arm." ”

Everyone only has one left hand, and of course Hu Langzhong is too, and when a monk asks Hu Langzhong for his left hand, it is as easy as asking for a plate of pickles in a porridge shop.

"Master, what do you mean by that?"

Hu Langzhong clutched his left hand tightly and stepped back step by step.

The monk laughed wildly again, like a bandit who had robbed gold, he raised his right palm, as if raising a murder knife, stepped into Langzhong, and said with a hideous voice in his mouth: "You just need to endure the pain, and soon you will know what I mean!"

The right palm like a murder knife was slashed down, with the meanness of a monk, without mercy.