The old man's apology was extremely sincere.

When Ye Fan heard this, he also turned around and walked back into the house.

Looking at it closely, the old man was still sitting in a wheelchair, maintaining a military style, his back was straight, like a spear, but the sharpness in his eyes was a little more restrained.

From the outside, he looks like an ordinary old man.

However, just now, he didn't even move a finger, and he forced Ye Fan into that embarrassing situation with his momentum alone.

Just imagine, if his body heals and returns to his peak state, what kind of supreme existence it will be?!

Hold the stars in your hands, hold the wind and thunder, traverse the eternals, and cover the sky with a snap of your fingers!

Such a strong person should not be trapped in a wheelchair.

"What do you call it, young man?" the old man asked suddenly.

"Ye Fan, dare to ask the old gentleman's name?" Ye Fan asked respectfully.

"Item-Break-Army!"

It is simple and simple three words, sonorous and powerful, giving people a feeling of Jin Ge Iron Horse.

Ye Fan did not continue to ask about the old man's position.

A character who can affect bigwigs from all walks of life in Huahai, his identity is absolutely extraordinary!

But the identity of the old man is very likely to involve state secrets, whether he wants to say it or not, no matter how Ye Fan asks, it is useless.

"Mr. Xiang, if you don't mind, I'll take your pulse next!" Ye Fan said.

"Please!"

After getting permission, Ye Fan slowly stepped forward, stretched out his right index finger and middle finger, and put them on Xiang Lao's wrist.

On the other side, Leng Meiren still did not relax her vigilance, her whole body was tense, ready to go, and a pair of eyes were always staring at him, for fear that he would plot against him.

However, after a while, Ye Fan's brows furrowed into a Sichuan shape, his face was extremely gloomy, and he even showed a hint of horror.

He was surprised to find that in Xiang Lao's body, there were eight completely different internal strengths, either cold, hot, domineering, or vicious......

The only thing that is the same is that these eight internal strengths are all extremely powerful, and even Ye Fan sighs to himself.

There is no doubt that the masters of these internal strength should also be heavenly powerhouses!

After coming to this conclusion, Ye Fan's body shook, as if he had been electrocuted, and his heart set off a monstrous wave, and he was so surprised that he couldn't help it.

You must know that for most ordinary people, not to mention the heavenly powerhouses, even the Yellow Realm Grandmaster is a supreme existence.

In the mortal dust, the heavenly powerhouses have stood above tens of millions of people, reaching the top of the martial arts.

There are very few heavenly powerhouses that Ye Fan has seen.

At the beginning, Ye Nantian took him to kill the Yandong family, and the Dongfang family invited three heavenly powerhouses!

Tibetan Sword Villa Duan Tianxiao!

The abbot of Tenryu Temple!

The Yao Chi Sect Elder Jade is flawless!

Later, Ye Nantian was invincible, killing one person, abolishing one person, and injuring one person!

It can be called unprecedented, and there is no one after!

But now, Ye Fan was in Xiang Lao's body, and he felt the residual internal strength of the Eight Heavenly Rank powerhouses.

Even if Xiang Lao may not fight against eight people at the same time, such a terrifying record is enough to shock.

However, these eight completely different internal forces used Xiang Lao's body as a battlefield, fighting separately, frantically eating away at his body and meridians.

Even from the outside, Xiang Lao's body is still strong, but the inside is already full of holes and devastation.

Fortunately, Xiang Lao is a heavenly powerhouse, and he used his internal strength to protect his heart and brain, so that he could keep his mind clear.

If it were a different person, I am afraid that I would have been tortured to death a long time ago!

But Rao is like this, because of the erosion of these internal strengths, Xiang Lao can't move at all, just to maintain his vitality, he has exhausted all his strength.

……

For a while, Ye Fan was in a dilemma.

Although his Doom Divine Needle is claimed to be able to overcome the suffering of the ten directions, as long as the patient still has half a breath, he can pull him back from the ghost gate.

However, that's all for the average person.

Like Xiang Lao's current symptoms, even if Hua Tuo is alive and Bian Que is reborn, I am afraid there is nothing he can do about it, so he can only stare dryly!

Because, the root of the disease lies in the eight internal strengths, and if you don't resolve them, you can't let Xiang Lao recover!

Seeing his sad face, Xiang Lao spoke:

"Young man, don't be embarrassed! I know best what the situation of my old bones is! I'm afraid that no one in the world can treat my injuries, please go back!"

Ye Fan pondered for a moment, his eyes became firm, and he said in a deep voice:

"Xiang Lao, I am a doctor, and I will not give up on any patient! As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will do my best to treat it! Let me try to prick a needle for you!"

"This ...... Okay......" Xiang Lao hesitated, but finally nodded in agreement.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan carefully untied the military uniform on Xiang Lao's body.

"Shhh

The next moment, when he saw Xiang Lao's body clearly, Ye Fan couldn't help but gasp, his pupils contracted violently, and his breathing was stagnant.

Invisibly, it was as if a pair of big hands were grabbing his heart fiercely, and he was about to suffocate.

In his sight, Xiang Lao's body was full of all kinds of scars, criss-crossed, dense, hundreds of thousands, and there was simply no good piece of meat.

The longest scar, two fingers wide, and even more staggering in length, stretched from the left shoulder to the right waist, almost throughout the chest, like a hideous and terrifying centipede, shocking.

Such a scene brought Ye Fan an unprecedented visual impact.

Scars are a man's military medal!

Before, when he treated Luo Lao, he had already seen it.

But the scars on Luo Lao's body are nothing compared to Xiang Lao!

It's hard to imagine what kind of terrifying battle Xiang Lao has experienced to leave such a scar on his body!

Behind each scar, there is a fierce battle of life and death, and outsiders can't imagine the danger in it.

……

On the other side, seeing the surprised expression on Ye Fan's face, Xiang Lao slowly spoke:

"What?

"Well, this is the first time I've seen such an injury!" Ye Fan said.

He knew that a strong man of Xiang Lao's level was naturally extremely strong in his physical body, and ordinary blades could not hurt him at all.

Only a strong person in the same realm can hurt him like this.

At this time, Xiang Lao said arrogantly:

"The old man has fought in the army and horses all his life, and he has experienced thousands of battles large and small! The wound on my right leg was left in Siberia! The wound on my left shoulder was hit by mortar fire on the border of southern Yunnan!

As for the scar that runs through my chest, it was left in the Wa Kingdom! In that battle, the Martial God of the Wa Kingdom besieged me with three ninja emperors, and fought for three days and three nights!

In the end, I was stabbed in the chest by the Martial God of the Wa Kingdom, and I almost died on the spot! But I didn't lose anything, the three ninja emperors on the other side were all killed, and the Martial God of the Wa Kingdom was also hit by my palm, and my vitality was greatly damaged, and I didn't dare to set foot in Huaxia for half a step!"

Xiang Lao spoke eloquently, without the slightest hint of showing off in his tone.

But when he heard it in Ye Fan's ears, he was excited, and he couldn't wait to be born more than ten years early, fight side by side with Xiang Lao, and go into battle to kill the enemy.

"Hey......"

However, in the end, Xiang Lao sighed faintly, no longer with the same radiant spirit as before, and a dejected look appeared on his face, giving people a feeling of twilight, and continued:

"It's a pity...... I am already old and disabled, and those eventful years have become a thing of the past, and I can only be trapped in this little wheelchair, unable to move!

Hearing this, Ye Fan's heart moved, and a sentence appeared in his mind-

Since ancient times, famous generals have been like beauties, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world!

The hero is white-headed, the beauty is twilight, this is the saddest thing in the world!

However, no matter what kind of power and wealth you have, it will be difficult to resist the erosion of time.

As a warrior, the best place to return is the battlefield, the horse leather shroud, and the blood stains the world.

For Xiang Lao, I am afraid that he would rather die on the battlefield than spend the rest of his life in this wheelchair.

"Hoo ......"

Suddenly, Ye Fan took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with bright light, as if he had made some important decision, and said word by word: "Elder Xiang, don't worry! I will definitely do my best to treat your injuries!"

His voice was quiet, but it was sonorous and firm.

Ye Fan took out the silver needle he was carrying from his pocket, his eyes were sharp, and the momentum on his body also changed, focused and dignified.

Immediately afterwards, he used the qi needle and the flying needle to go to the acupoints, and pierced the silver needle towards the major acupoints on Xiang Lao's body.