He was disabled for ten years!

Do you feel it today?

Song Wushu suddenly had great hope that Song Zhe's leg could be healed.

Chu Yun's herbs, there is no problem with taking them out alone, but if they are mixed together in a certain order, it will be highly toxic to the death, especially according to Chu Yun's formula, or add a trace of true qi into it, the toxicity of this medicine will be even more violent.

As soon as he finished brushing a whole bowl of potion on his legs, Chu Yun grabbed another handful of paste-like medicine placed next to him, looked at Song Zhe and said kindly, "Erlang, get up and take the medicine!"

"What?" Song Zhe subconsciously agreed.

Chu Yun didn't even look at the medicinal herbs in his hand, and directly stuffed them into Song Zhe's mouth.

Before he could react, Chu Yun closed his chin with great skill, and then covered it tightly, seeing that Song Zhe's throat began to squirm, he let go of his hand.

The mushy stuff ran down Song Zhe's throat and began to slide into his stomach.

This batter-like thing, I don't know why, it's still very cool when I put it in my mouth, but when I swallow it, this thing suddenly seems to change, as if I have swallowed a flame, burning my internal organs fiercely.

Song Zhe wanted to scream a few times to vent his pain, but Chu Yun seemed to have calculated that he would scream, and whenever he wanted to speak, Chu Yun would cover his mouth in time.

In the back, Chu Yun was too lazy to cover him, and then picked up a ball of gauze and stuffed it into Song Zhe's mouth, in order to prevent him from spitting it out, Chu Yun was extremely creative, wrapped his mouth around the gauze, and then tied a beautiful bow.

No matter how Song Zhe struggled, the gauze in his mouth couldn't be spit out.

"I'm here to help you, don't blame me, if you can't hold on and bite off your tongue, then it's troublesome, this kind of pain is too familiar to me, even if the will is strong, I can't bear it. Chu Yun took advantage of the gap and patiently explained.

pinched his midriff again, making Song Zhe, who was originally a little confused, refreshed his spirits.

What answered Chu Yun was Song Zhe's whining voice and his painful struggle.

Chu Yun's action looked smooth, as if he had practiced countless times, but he didn't know that this was what the old guy often did to Chu Yun, in order to strengthen his resistance to toxicity, he had long been familiar with these things, but he didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to do it to others today.

This made Chu Yun secretly refreshed, no wonder the old guy liked to do this so much, it turned out that this thing was quite cool to play.

Chu Yun's action, Song Wushu was also trembling when he saw it, when this guy did this kind of thing, his hands didn't tremble at all, it looked like he was extremely familiar, how did that old gentleman teach this apprentice.

Seeing his son in such pain, Song Wudi was also a little distressed, but for the sake of his son's leg injury, he could only endure it.

Not much.

With both internal and external medicinal properties, Song Zhe's legs turned black almost instantly, and his upper body became extremely snow-white, so tender that he could pinch out water.

At this time, Chu Yun took another bowl, untied the gauze on his mouth, quickly pulled it out, and then quickly returned to its original state, and before he could react, Chu Yun poured another bowl of potion down.

At this time, Chu Yun's hand speed could be said to be extremely fast, and even Song Wuyi, who had been watching from the side, couldn't see it clearly.

Song Zhe only felt that there was a hot air spreading rapidly from the inside to the outside, especially in his dantian, as if a flame was burning, wanting to burn everything.

Then that hot feeling slowly went down from his waist, and instantly filled his entire lower body.

What made him even more embarrassed was that he actually felt that his bottom was about to stand up, and then he felt a little pain in his legs, and in addition to the pain, he seemed to have a faint sense of comfort, as if he was growing something.

Oh, no.

Now he is standing.

But now Song Zhe can't care about it so much, he can only feel that his legs are like being sawed off whole, then connected in whole, and then sawed again.

The great pain made Song Zhe's cheeks twist, and his lips trembled slightly.

Chu Yun was not ambiguous at this time, he picked up a bowl of medicine in his left hand, quickly untied the gauze with his right hand, and then poured it directly, regardless of whether he was comfortable or not, Chu Yun tied the gauze into the shape of a rabbit.

"Yes, it's pretty good. Chu Yun glanced at it and didn't forget to comment.

"......" Song Wudi was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

Song Zhe on the bed didn't know if it was because of the pain or because of Chu Yun's words, and the whole person trembled a few times.

After a while, Chu Yun finally took out the silver needle and pierced it on Song Zhe's leg, slowly injecting the true qi in his body into Song Zhe's leg.

Suddenly, his legs suddenly grew larger as if he were blowing.

Tiny purple-black blood vessels stood out on his legs, winding and twisting, like black earthworms, which looked hideous and terrifying.

Subsequently, Chu Yun took out more silver needles, dozens of silver clips between his fingers, the silver needles glittered between Chu Yun's fingers, Chu Yun's hand speed was extremely fast, and he skillfully pierced the silver needles one by one on the acupuncture points on Song Zhe's legs.

Song Wushu thought that he had seen it wrong, and hurriedly rubbed his eyes, the silver needle was fleeting, and when Song Wushu saw it clearly, the silver needle had already submerged into Song Zhe's leg.

", can you do this?" Song Wushu couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Yun let out a low shout, and Song Zhe's body actually floated into the air, and then he was stuck in the bathtub.

With the steaming of the hot water, the tiny pores on Song Zhe's legs were all slightly opened, and black and shiny liquid kept oozing out from it, and the bath water turned into ink between breaths.

Song Wudi's eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, looking at the cut in front of him incredulously, Chu Yun's method of curing diseases was unprecedented, but he had now proved that this technique was still effective.

Seeing the bubbling hot water in the bathtub, Song Wushu couldn't help but tremble, there was no fire under this bathtub, how did he boil the water.

If you had gone in by yourself, you would have already cooked it at the moment.

But Chu Yun stood beside the bathtub with an indifferent face, carefully observing the condition of Song Zhe's legs in the bathtub.