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Chapter 18 Chapter 18
On the way back to the tent, Yan Mo's plan gradually took shape. As for whether this plan will die after its implementation, he said that it has nothing to do with him, and he is just a smooth rider. Even from a fundamental point of view, the benefits of this plan to Yuan Zhan and others are absolutely greater than what he can get personally.
Returning to the tent, Yuan Zhan put down Yan Mo, seeing that there were not many large thistle leaves at home, and he had something to ask Cao Ding about, so he went to the next door to ask for a lot of large thistle leaves.
Yan Mo was a little relieved lying on the bed, but he didn't dare to sleep now, so he could only support it.
When Yuan Zhan came back, he lit a torch and stuck it on the ground, smashed the big thistle leaves, and helped Yan Mo deal with his injured leg.
During this period, Yan Mo tried to speak several times, but was held back by the other's ugly and ferocious expression.
Now is not a good time to fudge, Yan Mo thought.
"Hands out."
"Huh?" Yuan Zhan is unknown.
"Have you hurt your right leg?"
Yuan Zhan's face was cold, and he said coldly: "It's none of your business."
Do you think I want to control? Yan Mo raised his right leg and lay it down carefully, bent his left leg intact, wiped away the painful cold sweat, and slowly said: "If I can heal my own leg, I can take care of your leg. You don't want to try it. Try? Do you want to be dragged down by your leg in the future?"
"My legs have grown well and there is no problem with bones. Master Qiushi said that I feel pain because of being cursed by the enemy."
"you believe?"
Yuan Zhan wanted to say that he did not believe it. He wanted to say that it was because the sacrifice was delayed for too long before he was treated. But his legs have indeed grown well, and the problem is not usually seen. Only long-term use of the legs will cause pain and difficulty. Because of Shinobi's situation, he could not complain publicly about the sacrifice, let alone speak ill of him.
"I think the muscle development of your right thigh is similar to that of your left. There is no obvious difference in walking between your two legs. This shows that your bones are not long and crooked. Then you will feel pain when you use your right leg for a long time or overload. There are several possibilities Which one it is, I need to do a detailed examination for you to know. Only if I know the exact cause, can I treat it symptomatically."
Yuan Zhan Xiaoban didn't understand this passage, but he understood the general meaning.
"You can heal the sick?" Yuan Zhan looked at the boy's simple and green face and didn't believe it. He did feel that this kid was a bit extraordinary, and even suspected that he was not a sacrificial disciple of the Salt Mountain clan, but sneaked out of the Sancheng Palace. ’S paternity.
Only in this way can it be explained clearly, why the young man has the strange ability to draw objects with one hand, and he also knows some herbs and healing methods that even the old priest does not know.
But how old is this kid? Even if a fourteen-year-old boy has learned some special skills from the attendant, can he compare to Qiushi, the oldest priest in the tribe?
"Your ability to heal well does not mean that you can heal others. The big thistle leaf that you are a treasure is also ineffective for me. My legs have grown. Or your blood, meat, and bones have made any injuries disappear. And let people return to their original use?"
The corners of Yan Mo's mouth twitched, and he had no doubt that if he dared to nod at this time, the primitive man on the opposite side would definitely immediately pounce on him to cut a piece of meat and eat it.
"Not only the big thistle leaf, I know nothing less than the old man named Qiushi. If you don't believe me, you can ask Master Dahe and Sister Cinnamon, Master Dahe is dying, so I was saved by me." Yan Mo felt very deeply in his heart. Aggrieved.
When did he, the world's super-class medical expert who was once known as the youngest national player, still ask to see a patient? People are crying and crying, kneeling and holding banknotes begging him to take a shot, OK? If it weren't for worrying about the guide... how could he save a savage primitive who raped him, beat him, and wanted him to be a slave?
Do you think I want to cure you?
"Oh?" Yuan Zhan didn't seem to take what he said to heart.
Niang Xipi! What does your expression mean? I have said to this level, how dare you still doubt my medical skills?
You suspect that my character is fine, but you just can't doubt my medical skills!
Yuan Zhan had something in his heart, and patted the young man, and he actually got up to visit Dahe and his wife. Regarding the boy’s rescue of Dahe’s life, he has learned something from the mouth of Kuo Ting, but at that time he thought that Kuo Ting was exaggerated, so he did not believe it. Now that the boy is so swearing, he can’t help but want to see things. Whether it is as the boy said, he also has something to ask Dahe. As for whether it is appropriate to disturb the couple at this time, he didn't think so much.
Yan Mo was lying on the bed made of rotten fur, his expression gloomy. Since coming here, he has not had a comfortable day.
"I want to see a doctor for him, and he refuses to show it to me, so you can't blame me." Looking at his right hand, there was no response.
"It's already late. Even if he changes his mind, he still has to wait for tomorrow. I'm too tired today. If I try to see him, I'm afraid I might miss it."
"I'm asleep. If you have an opinion, you'd better express it now."
Approximately, because he took the initiative to question the patient twice today, so far there is no sign that he should be punished for not being injured.
Yan Mo suddenly thought: If my right hand is cut off, will the guide also disappear?
He wanted to experiment, but he was afraid that his right hand would not grow back.
Unfortunately, if this happened to someone else, then he could find a way to catch that person and do a detailed experiment.
For example, cut off the right hand of the person to see if it appears on the left hand, if it does, then cut off the left hand again to see if it appears on other parts, and so on, he is curious about where the guide is rooted in the human body. .
Also, if the parasite dies, will the guide also disappear? Or does the guide have a way to prevent the parasite from dying?
Yan Mo really wanted to die once, but he was afraid that he would not die. Then he could only enjoy the pain of death instead of the permanent peace brought by death. He always felt that this scumbag was worse than him. The remodeling guide can definitely do such a super dishonest thing.
If I die here, does the transformation also end here? He really wanted to ask the guide about this question.
Thinking of the trouble-shooting of two more inquiries, Yan Mo hesitated. He had only used three inquiries in total. He had already used up one and only two were left. For those who like to maximize their interests, he didn’t want to leave the rest. The only second opportunity to go wasted on asking what he could infer.
Well, let's not ask. In this hell of a primitive society, even if he doesn't do it himself, there should be a lot of chances for him to die, and then he can know if he can die completely.
Yan Mo waited for a while, he was too sleepy, but he didn't want to just fall asleep like this, he had a hard time, and he didn't want to make others feel better.
Yuan Zhan finally came back, and when he came back, the young man's eyes were full of inquiry and vigilance.
Yan Mo looked at the young man, no longer saying that he wanted to treat him, but before the other person could speak, he mentioned another thing that made the young man more concerned: "I know where to find salt."
When he finished speaking, he relaxed completely. With this relaxation, people immediately fell asleep like a coma.
"What are you talking about?!" A large, calloused hand quickly grabbed him, but it didn't wake him up after shaking it for a long time.
Yan Mo was still a little conscious at the beginning, but he really fell asleep after pretending to be.
It's not easy for him to survive today. On this day, he was not only forced to do that kind of thing, but also had to cut off his already-grown leg again to save his life, and then dragged his injured leg to bleed. Fighting wits and acting with the old and cunning old priest, after finally coming back, not only have to treat myself, but also have to worry about the injuries of the bastard/violent...
Under all kinds of torture, not only did he not collapse, he could also perform wolf analysis and cheat others before going to bed. He was truly a model of super willpower. Does he admire himself?
"Yan Mo! You start it for me..." Yuan Zhan looked at the young man's miserable situation and couldn't shake it anymore. He didn't think the young man was pretending to be faint, only that he really couldn't support it.
Forget it, ask him tomorrow. Yuan Zhan lay down on his bed with a full stomach, and as Yan Mo expected, Yuan Zhan didn't sleep well all night.
The next day, Yuan Zhan got up for a barbecue early in the morning, and he just awoke Yan Mo.
After waking up, he felt that something was wrong, so he touched his butt, and it turned out... tragedy, he even pulled a bed without knowing it.
"Get up?" Yuan Zhan outside asked when he heard the movement.
Yan Mo calmly put down his hand and wiped it on the hay. Inexperienced, he should clean the inside before applying the medicine yesterday, instead of just wiping the surface, shame or something, there is really no need here!
Yuan Zhan came in, smelled the stink, leaned over to take a look, laughed on the spot, "How did you get to the bed? How old are you?"
Yan Mo had a sullen face.
Yuan Zhan didn't think it was his own problem at all, and he didn't think it was dirty. He picked up the boy, patted his butt and went out to clean him.
There were already people walking outside, and no one passing by thought their behavior was strange, and no one looked at them.
Washed Yan Mo and put it next to the water tank. Yuan Zhan went in and tidied up the boy's bed, rolled it up and took it out and threw it to the door.
"This time I can change to a good complete animal skin. I enlarged the bed. We will sleep together in the future. Winter is coming, and the two of them squeezed to sleep warmly. These skins are too bad, and I kept the original. I plan to use it in winter."
Yan Mo said he didn't care, but he still couldn't help it. Pretending to check his wounds, bow his head and ignore the young man.
Huh? At this look, Yan Mo was stunned.
His healing speed seems to have accelerated again.
The previous injuries, plus the two days when he was unconscious, took about seven days to heal. How many days will it take this time?
Yan Mo looked at the wound and converted time based on the degree of healing. If his guess was correct, he felt that it would take three to four days before he could stand up and walk again.
How is this going? His body...
Yan Mo didn't feel happy, he only felt fear. He even wondered, if the body's nutrition can keep up, will his healing speed become faster in the future?
When he turned to a monk in the original war, he immediately tied the wooden board with a straw rope.
This matter cannot be kept from the youth for long, but before he can figure out how to control the youth, the sooner this matter can be known to the other party, the better.
"You said last night you know where to find salt?" Yuan Zhan tore a piece of fresh barbecue and handed it to Yan Mo, his voice low.
Yan Mo looked at the piece of meat and took it.
"Yan Mo?"
Yan Mo raised his head and smiled, and also whispered: "Dear Master, have you forgotten that I am a member of the Salt Mountain tribe?"