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Qian Weisheng got on the wheelchair at the side, and then slid over: "It's not good, I can just run and jump. I'm so sore on weekdays, and it hurts when it's rainy or snowy. It's very uncomfortable."

Fei Mo rubbed his neck, walked up to Qian Weisheng, and asked hesitantly: "Well... sect master, would you mind taking a closer look? I just learned some manual skills from the doctor before, so I might not be as good as Xue Miracle Doctor." ..."

It's just that it's not as good as the miracle doctor. Fei Mo dare to say that her bone-setting skills are unmatched except for the genius doctor Xue.

"Okay." Qian Weisheng wanted to try Fei Mo's craftsmanship, after all, someone who can make such a good medicinal wine should know a lot about bone setting.

Fei Mo lifted Qian Misheng's clothes and frowned when he saw the countless scars on it. There was almost no place to strike on his legs, they were all scars.

"How could it be so serious..." Fei Mo frowned and muttered, and then began to touch Qian Weisheng's bones from the knee position.

Qian Weisheng grabbed his clothes without any fluctuation: "At that time, he fell off the cliff and landed on the pile of rocks, and was blocked by many branches on the way. Although his leg was broken, at least he survived."

He was able to survive, mostly because there was a tree about half a foot away from the cliff. If it wasn't for those trees, he might really have died that year.

But he was too young at the time, and after falling off the cliff, not only his leg bones, but almost no bones in his body were good. It was only found out during the treatment that his skull was also cracked a little bit.

It was fate to be able to survive, even if the crack in the skull was a little bigger, he would die.

And Fei Mo was terrified when he heard that, he didn't expect Qian Weisheng to be like this before.

Storytellers usually only talk about Qian Weisheng's rebirth and return, how powerful and mysterious he is, but they don't say how much suffering and injury he suffered before his return...

"Would the head of the sect be very desperate before? If it was a small one, he must have given up on himself." Fei Mo pinched Qian Misheng's bones, feeling sorry for Qian Misheng. He is such a good person, why should he be treated like this? ?

Qian Weisheng touched his head and said, "No, I still have someone to support, so I can't give up on myself. You are also fine. If we face the same thing, you will definitely not give up on yourself."

Fei Mo looked at Qian Weisheng suspiciously: "Someone wants to raise it? Is it the door master's wife?"

"Hmm..." Qian Weisheng touched Fei Motou's hand for a while, "That's right."

"How could it be?" Fei Mo shook her head, unable to laugh or cry at Qian Misheng's answer, "Master, your bones are recovering very well, but the injury is too severe, and pain is inevitable."

Qian Misheng also knew this was the result, so he didn't pay much attention to it, as long as his legs were good anyway.

"Bones that have been injured are like this, so I can only pay attention to them at ordinary times, and then soak them in hot water. The pot of medicinal wine can relieve the pain, but you need to wipe it diligently." Fei Mo put Qian Weisheng's clothes, thought for a while, and endured He couldn't stop asking, "Sect Master, did God Xue heal your leg?"

"Yes, he said the same thing as you. I hadn't come back at that time, and I came back after I was cured." Qian Weisheng counted the days and found that it had been more than ten years.

Fei Mo stood up, took the bucket at the side and poured water to soak Qian Weisheng's feet: "Then... sect master, why are you always in a wheelchair?"

Most people don't sit well in wheelchairs, do they?

Qian Weisheng touched the armrest of the wheelchair: "Oh, this? I'm used to sitting, and if everyone doesn't know that I can stand up, it will be easier to deal with being assassinated in the future."

"..." Fei Mo really admired Qian Misheng's reason, but she really didn't want to stand up, did she?How comfortable it is to be pushed around in a wheelchair every day.

Seemingly understanding what Fei Mo was thinking, Qian Weisheng explained: "I really don't want to stand up, but I don't feel very comfortable at ordinary times, so I don't want to move around."

Fei Mo nodded: "Does it hurt normally?"

Qian Weisheng stretched his feet into the wooden barrel, and the medicinal wine was scattered in the hot water: "It doesn't hurt, it's sore, it's so sore that I can't stand up, it's much better after using your medicinal wine last night."

"That's still useful. Maybe after ten or eight years of raising him like this, one day you will be fine as the sect master?" Fei Mo said to Qian Weisheng with a smile.

"Lend your auspicious words."

Fei Mo couldn't continue to spend time in Qianwei, he even stewed porridge on the stove, suddenly remembered and ran to the small kitchen behind the west wing in a hurry.

Sure enough, it almost burned dry.

Usually Fei Mo would go back to look at the porridge after the water was delivered, but he stayed at Qian Weisheng's place for too long this morning.

It was still raining, and Fei Mo had no choice but to hold an umbrella and carry a food box by herself, so she called An Si over, who knew that An Si was also in a mess and didn't hold an umbrella.

"Dark Four? Why don't you bring an umbrella? Come in!" Fei Mo waved at Dark Four in the kitchen, and when someone entered the room, he quickly wiped Dark Four with a towel, "Why are you so embarrassed in the morning? "

An Si wiped off the water from his face, and stood at the door without going in: "It rained too much last night, many places in the house collapsed, we rushed to repair it all night."