Urban Hidden Dragon

Chapter 1003 Alive

"Grandpa Liu! Why are you like this! Take a good look!"

Ma Sitong said anxiously.

The dry old man sat down, picked up the reading glasses hanging around his neck and put them on the bridge of his nose. He rolled his eyes and glanced at Ma Sitong. Then he looked at the ancient books on the table and pricked them with a needle. Bronze man.

"It's hopeless! The poison is so deep that my heart has stopped! It's hard for anyone to help me!"

Ma Sitong looked at Wang Han lying on the single bed, reached out and touched Wang Han's heart. Sure enough, his heart stopped beating and he was not breathing.

Paled face.

Zhen Yourong came forward and touched Wang Han, "Grandpa Liu, this person still has body temperature, why did you just say that he should be buried! Are you saying that you can't save him because your medical skills are not good enough?"

The old man rolled his eyes and looked at Zhen Yourong, then smiled and said, "Are you kidding me? In this world, as long as I have a breath, I can save him, but you have also seen that he is already dead and has no breath, and I can save him again." If he’s not a god, we can’t bring him back to life, right?”

Ma Sitong checked Wang Han again and found that his heartbeat had stopped, his pulse had stopped, and he wasn't breathing.

Zhen Yourong still put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "You were alive and well just now, why don't you give me another look? Grandpa Liu, I remember you said there was some kind of medicine that can bring a dying person back to life? Give it to him. ah!"

The old man pointed his fingers at the words in the ancient book.

He opened his mouth and said, "You said it yourself, that medicine can make a dying person come back to life. See for yourself, he is already dead. Isn't that a waste of my medicine?"

After speaking, the old man glanced at Ma Sitong and said, "Sitong, is this young man your boyfriend?"

Ma Sitong came to his senses and shook his head quickly, "No."

"Not your boyfriend? Then you know we have rules here. You can't bring outsiders in from outside at will."

Ma Sitong thought for a while and explained, "I ran into some trouble before, and he helped me out. When I came back, I met him in the river! I don't know how he fell into the river. It seems he is still alive. If he’s not dead, bring him here!”

The old man twisted the needle and said, "Okay, I understand, the person is dead. According to the rules here, if he is not from us, he cannot be buried here. So, send the person out and throw him away directly in the Guihun River." Inside, let him leave it to his fate!”

Ma Sitong looked at Wang Han on the single bed.

Looks complicated.

A few days ago, I saw a few gangsters who were still vigorously beating up a man crying for his father and mother. Today, he turned into a corpse. The most uncomfortable thing is that he is so young.

Ma Sitong took a deep breath.

The old man raised his head and glanced, "You're a girl. You're not married yet, so don't get too close to the body. I'll find someone else to dispose of the body. Just go back!"

Ma Sitong looked at Wang Han, and Zhen Yourong walked around the table and took the old man's arm to act coquettishly, "Grandpa Liu! Why don't you show him again? Your medical skills are the best in the world. How about you show him again?"

The old man tapped Zhen Yourong's little nose with his finger.

"You little girl! I told you just now, it's not that I won't save him. Even a god like him can't save him. I'm a doctor, and it's my bounden duty to save lives and heal the wounded. It's impossible for me to ignore death, you little girl. Girl, this young man helped Sitong, Sitong is like this, and he also helped you?"

Zhen Yourong chuckled, "I just saw that he had abdominal muscles! He had such a great figure! It's such a shame that such a great figure died!"

The old man hit Zhen Yourong on the head.

"Little girl, you don't know how to be ashamed!"

Zhen Yourong rubbed her head, "Try to save me, Grandpa Liu! If you can bring him back to life, wouldn't your medical skills be superb?"

"Just do what you want. There is no need for you to be a medical practitioner. Okay, I'll let someone dispose of the body. You can go back."

Ma Sitong asked again, "Grandpa Liu, is it really hopeless?"

The old man shook his head, "Even if the King of Heaven is here, I can't save him..."

cough cough...

The old man didn't finish his words.

Wang Han, who was lying on the bed, suddenly coughed violently.

A lot of blood came out of his mouth.

The old man looked at Wang Han dumbfounded.

The needle in his hand trembled and pricked his finger, and he quickly put his finger into his mouth and sucked on it.

Several people present were confused.

Ma Sitong quickly went over to check Wang Han.

When I found that my heart started to beat little by little, I felt happy.

"Grandpa Liu! There's a heartbeat!"

The old man stood up.

"Are you kidding me, an old man?"

Zhen Yourong also ran over and put her hand on Wang Han's heart.

After noticing the weak heartbeat, he quickly put his ear to Wang Han's heart. While listening to the heartbeat, this big-name pervert placed her small hands on Wang Han's abdominal muscles dishonestly.

cough cough...

Wang Han coughed again.

"Wow! He's alive! Grandpa Liu, look! He's alive!"

The old man stood up in shock. When he was running back and forth, his emotions were so out of control that he bumped into the old man at the corner of the table.

His old face was twisted in pain.

He ran over holding the gun with its old rifling and gave it another check to Wang Han.

"How's it going?"

"Really...really alive?"

The old man stared with big eyes.

Wang Han was given a comprehensive examination.

After checking, he staggered back and stared at Wang Han as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong, Grandpa Liu?" Zhen Yourong asked.

The old man swallowed and said, "Alive! And...and there are no signs of poisoning! This! How is this possible! I have been practicing medicine for more than sixty years! I have never encountered such a thing! I will check again!"

While talking, the old man gave Wang Han another set of comprehensive examinations.

After the inspection, the old man sat next to Wang Han.

"How's it going, Grandpa Liu?"

Shock surged in the folds of the old man's face.

"Incredible! Unbelievable! Medical miracle!" The old man said three words in a row.

"He really came back from the dead! How amazing!" Zhen Yourong clapped her hands, sat on the edge of the bed, and dishonestly lifted up Wang Han's clothes with her little hands to look inside to see his abdominal muscles.

The old man stared at Wang Han and said in a daze, "Resurrection from the dead, this...could this be the reincarnation of the turtle spirit?"

"His mouth moved, as if he was saying something?"

The old man immediately put his ear to it.

Just heard a small sound.

"You are the Turtle Spirit!"

The old man had a dark face.

"Grandpa Liu, what about the injuries on his body..." Ma Sitong asked upon seeing this.

The old man came back to his senses and opened Wang Han's clothes. He was covered in sinews and sinews. The horned dragon-like muscles were full of explosive power. There were many criss-crossing wounds on his skin, some of which were deep enough to show the bones.

The flesh and blood were turned out and looked very scary.

"I'll stitch up his wound!"

The old man found the needle and thread and came over to suture Wang Han's wound.

As soon as the needle was inserted, Zhen Yourong said, "Wow! Grandpa Liu! Is there no anesthetic? Do you want to hurt him to death?"

The old man slapped his forehead and said, "I was so excited that I made such a stupid mistake."

He turned around and rummaged through the cabinets to find some anesthetic.

When he turned around, he saw Zhen Yourong, Zhen Youzhi, and Ma Sitong looking at Wang Han on the hospital bed with big eyes.

Wang Han closed his eyes and quickly sutured his wound.

The old man was immediately shocked and cursed!

"Fuck!"

He quickly ran to Wang Han and checked it. The wound was sewn very carefully, and it looked like the kind that was often stitched.

The old man swallowed his saliva and said, "Young man! Can you hear me?"