Saint Eyes: The Magic Doctor

0Wu Lai's words sounded like he was saying to Zhou Jianguo, "That's all I have to say. Come and hit me if you dare!" This made Zhou Jianguo feel extremely aggrieved. But now, Wu Lai represented Zhou Zhiwei's hope. At least until Wu Lai was done with his work. He didn't dare to act out.    0

    

Taking ten thousand steps back, Zhou Jianguo looked at Luo Feifei, who was standing at the side, and didn't dare to act rashly.    

    

Bang!    

    

With a light sound, the plaster cast on Zhou Zhiwei's feet was shattered by Wu Lai!    

    

"What are you doing!" Liu Huilan quickly asked loudly from the side. If it wasn't for Wu Lai's frightening ability to remove the plaster with his bare hands, she would have rushed over.    

    

"Of course I'm helping your son treat him. Do you want me to fix his legs through the plaster?" Wu Lai rolled his eyes and said matter-of-factly, "Dean Ma, I might have to trouble you. I will write a prescription later. Help me get it. I didn't know it was so late. Is there a pharmacy that has yet to open? "    

    

"This..."    

    

"Don't worry, as long as there's medicine in this world, there's nothing that I, Zhou Jianguo, can't get! " Zhou Jianguo quickly said. Looking at Wu Lai's attitude, his son could recover faster!    

    

"That's good." Wu Lai nodded. The silver needle bag had already appeared in his hand. Every needle in his hand trembled slightly. A faint smoke came out of his hand.    

    

It appeared!    

    

Dean Ma saw this scene and wished he could take out his phone and record it! Soon, he would be able to see the long-lost Qi Imperial Needle!    

    

"Fortunately, that person didn't do anything particularly heavy. If it was some comminuted fracture... If he had even broken your son's ankle tendon, then it would have taken some time. At this level, it would be fine. He would be almost healed in a week or so. But even if I help, I will suffer a serious injury, and I will not be able to survive for a month. Be careful." Wu Lai said as he placed the silver needle on Zhou Zhiwei's leg.    

    

"Yes... Yes!" Although it could not be done immediately, compared to not being able to exercise intensely for half a year, this one month's time could not be any shorter.    

    

In just a few breaths of time, all the silver needles had already been inserted into Zhou Zhiwei's leg. Without exception, all the silver needles trembled and a wisp of white smoke emerged from the silver needles.    

    

Wu Lai took a deep breath and did not continue to care about these silver needles. Instead, he picked up the pen and paper on the bedside and started writing rapidly.    

    

A piece of paper was handed to Zhou Jianguo. Wu Lai said, "Uncle Zhou, the sooner your son recovers, the faster the medicinal herbs are. That's right."    

    

Hearing Wu Lai's words, Zhou Jianguo took the paper and took out his phone to look at it.    

    

Wu Lai walked to a chair and sat down. He looked at them quietly.    

    

Luo Feifei walked to Wu Lai's side and asked softly, "Is this guy alright?"    

    

"I really want this guy to lie in bed for a few more days." Wu Lai shrugged. "But that person did not hit him hard. Even if I did not help, it would only take him half a year to recover."    

    

"Could it be related to that person?" Luo Xin looked at her phone and asked worriedly.    

    

It did not matter how Zhou Zhiwei did it. What was important was who the abnormal person who kept sending her messages was.    

    

Hearing this, Wu Lai pointed at Zhou Jianguo and said softly, "Let's ask later."