I looked at him for a long time and smiled, "Are you afraid that your family will be affected?" ”

He looked at me noncommittally. (8)』(1)中┡ 『文网ん.81.

I shook my head and said, "Since I can get all your information, I have the ability to help you get rid of the threat of the second young master, I am going to the medical center now, if you are willing to believe me, come with me, if you don't believe me, you can do whatever you want." ”

As he spoke, he didn't look back, and strode directly towards the medical center.

The cadre always followed me, but at the same time, he always kept a distance of about two meters from me.

Because of the loss of both arms, he struggled to walk, could not maintain his balance, fell several times in a row, but struggled to get up, and I was simply impressed by his tenacity.

After walking for about ten minutes, I came to a small house.

This small house is very secluded at the junction of the civilian area and the slum area.

When ordinary people see it, they think that it is just an ordinary poor household, but this place is a place that I will never forget.

It's a medical clinic, and the pastor here once saved my life.

It was the time I challenged the Minotaur BSS at a low level.

I crawled to this neighborhood and was rescued by the priest of this medical center, and since then, I have been eating and drinking here for a while.

I slapped the door and shouted, "Old man, I'm not here, I'm An Xiaoyi, open the door, I need your help!" ”

Not long after, the same noisy shouting and scolding came from inside the house: "Don't shout, don't shout, it's noisy, you bastard still know to come here to see me, I thought you died in the dungeon!" ”

With a squeak, the door opened, and an old man with a beard hanging down to his chest walked out.

I laughed and hugged him.

Taylor dodged with extreme agility and said, "Bastard, what's wrong with you?" Why is there blood all over the body...... What do you have in your hands? Arm? Whose arm? Huh? The one behind you is ...... Come on in, what the hell is going on! ”

I smiled and walked into the house.

The cadre behind him followed, but as he walked through the threshold, he fell.

Taylor tried to go up and help him, but was refused.

"Leave him alone, old fellow, and let him get up on his own," I said, "and this is the last test for him." ”

The cadre didn't speak, but glared at me angrily, and after a while, he slowly rubbed himself from the ground.

Taylor closed the door, hurriedly took a few steps forward, and said to me, "Bastard, what the hell is going on?" ”

I didn't answer directly, but smiled and handed over my arms, "Old man, let's see if these arms can be reconnected." ”

Taylor stepped forward and removed the bandages from the cadre's body.

The blood had coagulated, and while the bandages were torn off, the cadres had painful expressions on their faces, but they still clenched their teeth and did not say a word.

I pulled a chair, pushed it behind him, and said, "Sit down." ”

He glared at me at first, refusing to sit down, but at the same time that the bandages were torn off, the blood burst out again, and I saw that his body began to shake, and knew that this was a precursor to fainting, so I stopped thinking about it, and went back to my chair.

Sure enough, less than half a minute before I did it, he threw himself down in his chair with a thud, sweating profusely on his forehead and shaking all over.

It seemed that his physical strength had been exhausted.

Taylor stared carefully at his wound, frowned slightly, and said to me, "Eighty percent sure." ”

As he spoke, he turned to me and asked, "When are you going to start his treatment?" ”

"The sooner the better."

"Let's start now, then."

Taylor rummaged through the clutter pile nearby, looking for something.

I asked, "What are you looking for, old man?" ”

Taylor didn't look up, and said, "My magic wand, do you see where?" ”

"Please, I just arrived at your house...... Look at the leg that supports the table, right? ”

Taylor leaned down to see that his face was flushed, and he laughed: "Look at my memory, there is a broken leg on this table, let me remove it, I didn't find a suitable wooden bar, so I put the magic wand on it, but I forgot about it, haha, haha." ”

"Come on" I lifted the table, turned it over, and laid it flat on the ground, and said, "It just so happens that I'm here, and it's okay to be idle, so I'll fix it for you directly, and you can save yourself from using the magic wand as a table leg, this is called a tyrannical thing, do you know?" ”

Taylor laughed awkwardly again, ripped the magic wand off, and began to heal the cadre.

I walked out the door and started looking for materials to make the legs.

There are still a lot of trees in the civilian and slum areas of Ari City, but most of the time they are used for decoration and cooling, and few people will cut them down at home.

Actually, I'm also quite an environmentally friendly person, and I usually take good care of trees, but today is a special case.

It's easy to cut people with a straight knife, and it's easy to cut down trees.

With just one knife, the small tree with the thickness of the arm broke off at the waist.

I dragged the broken tree into a dark alley, and with a few knives, I cleaned up all the excess branches and bark.

Then, carrying a long strip of wood that had been cut into three fingers in diameter, he looked around and saw that there was no one, and then knocked on the door of Taylor's house, and slipped into it.

I grabbed the nails and hammer from the toolbox and started to install the legs.

As the ping-pong noise was so loud that it affected Taylor's treatment, he protested against me, but I didn't hear it and continued to fix my desk.

After about ten minutes, the table was repaired, I placed it on the ground, shook it a few times, it was very stable, very flat, and very strong.

I nodded with satisfaction, patted the tabletop, and said, "Old man, the table is ready." ”

Taylor answered, and continued to busily heal.

When I calmed down, I watched boredly as he treated the broken arm of the cadre.

Taylor first chanted a burst of magic, applying a cloud of light green light to the surface of the severed arm, and soon, I saw that small granulations began to grow in the place of his severed arm, and then, he put the arm in place, and chanted magic again, and the same light green light slowly flowed into it along the broken gap.

The process was slow and cautious, and beads of sweat began to appear on Taylor's face.

I said worriedly, "Old man, can you do it, or will you wait a while to continue?" ”

"Don't speak," Taylor said, "While the arm is still active, hurry up and treat it, maybe it can be completely cured, if it is delayed for a while, his arms will really be useless." ”

"Hey, healer's parents," I sighed, "old man, you are really, born to be a priest, so kind." ”