Senior Brother Wei's body trembled when he heard this, and turned around tremblingly, lowering his head and not daring to look at the other person.

"Strong...shen man." Because of fear, his voice stuttered even more:

"This brother was penetrated by arrows on his abdomen, which hurts...the internal organs, and ordinary medicine is essential..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, someone slapped his cheek hard and fell to the ground with a spin.

In just a moment, his side face was bulging high, his mouth was covered in blood, and his voice was hard to tell.

"Fuck you!"

Although the man was wearing a Confucian shirt, he was angry but he was not elegant at all and kicked him hard:

“That is, you can’t cure?”

"waste!"

"Don't!" Senior Brother Wei put his hands in front of him. Although he stopped the kicking action, he couldn't bear the force.

The whole person then rolled back and fell down the table, and he was injured in countless parts of his body.

"Give me your life!" Seeing the man in Confucian clothes pounced over again, Senior Brother Wei hurriedly shouted:

"Although I can't cure it, I know who can cure it!"

"Who can cure it?" The man in Confucian shirt glared, grabbed his hair with his big hands, and lifted him up high:

"Speak quickly!"

"My Master!" Senior Brother Wei said with blood all over his mouth and his voice was unclear:

"He is very serious. Only my master and my master can take action to cure the entire county."

"You let me go, I'll take you into the city..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped again, and his other half of his face bulged high.

The man in the Confucian shirt looked vicious and said:

"If we can enter the city, we still have to let you come here in a row?"

"and……"

He bit his teeth and looked murderous: "I really think I don't know anything? My brother can't stand the bumps now!"

As people who have been chasing on the brink of life and death for many years, how could they lack common sense of first aid?

"Heroic man!" Senior Brother Wei's eyes were full of fear, and his voice was blurred:

"You can't go to the city, but you can let my master come over. I'll go back and ask him to come for treatment."

As he said that, he grabbed the other person's sleeve with both hands and said hurriedly: "If you let me go, I will definitely bring my master!"

"You are the only one?" The man in Confucian sneered disdainfully:

"I'll bring your master here. I'm afraid I'll thank you if I don't bring the yamen officer to us!"

"Brother." The big man holding a mature copper stick at the door widened his eyes and said:

“What should I do now?”

"What should I do?" The man in Confucian shirt clenched his teeth:

"Go, kill the two people from Sun's house and tell Mr. Sun that I will see this guy's master within two hours."

"If I want to bring back a waste this time..."

"snort!"

He snorted angrily, threw one hand down hard, and knocked Senior Brother Wei to the ground.

The force was so strong that with just a "click", the leg bones were broken directly.

"ah!"

Senior Brother Wei screamed loudly, sweating on his forehead, and hugged his right leg with both hands and trembled wildly.

"Brother." One person in the field was dressed in black, with a thin figure, and was playing with a sharp dagger in his hand.

He glanced coldly at the scene, and his scarlet tongue licked his dagger, and his vagina was:

"In other words, these two are useless?"

"The third brother, it's not the time to have fun." The man in the Confucian shirt frowned and said:

"Kill them directly and give them some fun!"

"It's boring." The third brother curled his lips, but saw the man in the Confucian shirt with a cold face, so he had to step forward:

"You are lucky, the boss is not interested in having fun, so I will give you some fun this time."

"No...no..." Senior Brother Wei's body trembled, his eyes were filled with fear, and he shook his head wildly:

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"I have money!"

"I can see a doctor!"

"I have old people and young people, so I can't die!"

"I am willing to do whatever you ask me to do. Please don't kill me, don't kill me!"

He knelt on the ground and begged hard, his face was filled with snot, but the other party sneered.

"We asked you to save people, but unfortunately you can't do it!" The third brother shook his head gently, his fingers shook, and the dagger jumped back and forth between his fingers.

He leaned forward and whispered: "In the next life, you must learn medical skills well, otherwise you will never be able to keep your eyes open!"

As he said that, he patted Senior Brother Wei's head and looked at Mo Qiu with a smile.

He seemed to like to see other people's horrified expressions, but instead was not in a hurry to kill people.

At least, you can kill another one first.

At this time, Mo Qiu had already had a pale face and a trembling body, and could not speak at all when he encountered this situation for the first time.

Seeing the cruel third brother stepping towards him, his body stiffened, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, and tremblingly raised his right hand.

"I……"

"What are you?" The third brother stretched out his hand and stroked it. Mo Qiu felt a cold wrist, and a piece of short sleeve had already fallen gently.

The chill of the dagger made him get goosebumps all over his body instantly explode.

A cold feeling suddenly surged from the tailbone and rushed to the back of the head, which also made Mo Qiu's voice rise.

"I can cure!"

"What?" The third brother was stunned.

"What did you say?" The man in the Confucian shirt also changed his eyes, and he looked sideways, his voice full of suspicion:

"You said my brother's injury, can you cure it?"

"Boss, this is impossible." The third brother came to his senses and shook his head:

"This little guy is obviously an apprentice in the pharmacy. What can he do if the master can't cure the injury?"

"You said yes?"

The last sentence was said by Senior Brother Wei on the ground.

Senior Brother Wei opened his mouth. He naturally hoped that it was true, but he knew that it was impossible.

"Look." The third brother shrugged:

"This little guy just doesn't want to die and is fooling people with big talk, but I don't know that I hate this kind of person who doesn't talk about it the most!"

As he said that, he was about to go forward and take action.

"I can really cure it!" Mo Qiu's body trembled and he spoke quickly:

"He has injured his internal organs and has suffered too much bleeding. It's too late to go to the city to find a doctor."

"Leave it to me, he...he may still save it."

"Go and call someone, it's a dead end!"

"Huh?" The man in Confucian shirt looked dark, but his eyes were flickering, as if he was hesitant.

"Boss." The third brother was stunned:

"You won't believe him, do you? How old is this guy? Only a doctor who is proficient in trauma can treat my second brother's injuries."

"I am!" After speaking, Mo Qiu's nervousness eased slightly and hurriedly touched:

"I don't know anything else, but I'm very good at diagnosing and treating bleeding."

"You believe me, I can really cure it!"
To be continued...