Chapter 751 Arthur's Injury

The mad-eye man grunted in agreement, leaning his back against the wall, his demon eyes turning around.

George stopped outside, waiting for the Ron family to go in. Harry also drew back and stood with George.

Mrs. Weasley looked back at everyone apologetically, and led Ron and the others into the ward.

After a long time, Ron and the others walked out of the ward.

It can be seen that at this time, they have really let go of their hearts.

They smiled and nodded at everyone, "Daddy is in good spirits."

George, Harry, Tonks and Mad-Eye entered the ward at Mrs. Weasley's greeting.

The ward is quite small and dark, except for a narrow window on the upper wall opposite the door. The light is mainly provided by the crystal bubble gathered in the center of the ceiling.

There are only three patients. Mr. Weasley’s bed is at the very end of the room, next to the small window.

Arthur was leaning on a few pillows, smiling at everyone.

On his bed, there is also a "Daily Prophet", it can be seen that he is in good spirits.

Seeing them, Arthur laughed happily.

"Hello!"

He smiled and said, "Thank you for coming to see me, I have to say, it is really troublesome for everyone. The children came from school, and Bill came from outside, I'm really embarrassed."

"Don't say these offenses, you are fine."

George said hello and said comfortingly, "How are you feeling, Arthur? You still look a little haggard."

"I feel good." Mr. Weasley said happily, and hugged Harry with his uninjured arm. "If they can remove the bandage, I can go home."

"Any questions?" George asked.

"Because I bleed every time I take it apart."

Mr. Weasley said lightly, reaching for the wand resting on the bedside table, and with a light wave, there were six more chairs beside the bed.

"It seems that there is a special ingredient in the snake's venom that can prevent the wound from healing, but they believe they can find an antidote. They said that they have seen much more serious conditions than me. I just take a blood medicine every hour. But that one..."

He lowered his voice and turned his head to the opposite bed. A man with a green face lay there, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, "I was bitten by a werewolf, poor man, it can't be cured."

"Werewolf?" Tonks asked worriedly, "Is he safe in the public ward? Doesn't he need to be isolated?"

"Two weeks before the full moon," Mr. Weasley reminded her calmly. "The therapist talked to him this morning and wanted him to believe that he could lead an almost normal life. I told him that I knew a werewolf. .... Of course I didn’t mention the name. I said that the others are very good, and they have a good time."

George nodded, "Now you can buy wolf poison medicine everywhere, and the price is not expensive. Although it is a bit troublesome to be bitten by a werewolf, it is not beyond control."

"Not really." Mr. Weasley said in agreement, "Lupin is doing much better now than before, thanks to your wolf poison potion."

"Do you want me to help look at your wound? I have fought with that person. If the snake venom is used, I should be able to treat it." George continued to ask.

"Thanks a lot for that."

Mr. Weasley immediately moved a little forward, and Mrs. Weasley gave George the place near the bed.

George walked over to Mr. Weasley and looked at his mummy-like arm.

Tap the wand lightly, and the bandage on Arthur's arm automatically began to untie, until the elbow stopped again.

George didn't loosen too many bandages so as not to cause excessive bleeding.

Under the bandage, Arthur's arm was slightly purple, and there were bone wounds on his arm. As the bandage untied, blood began to gush out continuously.

George used a magic wand on Arthur's arm, and the blood was pressed back into the blood vessel as if it was bound by invisible magic.

He carefully observed the changes in Arthur's wound, and the wound was tinged with blue.

The remaining poison continued to damage the wound. The magic of healing works on the wound. The muscles of the wound are twitching slightly trying to close, but they are repeated destructively by the venom.

"Can it work?"

Harry poked his head and asked quietly.

"It's not a big problem."

George said quietly, he was muttering words, and a thin black thread at the tip of the wand penetrated into the wound.

It's like encountering a natural enemy, those blue-purple residual poison like snow meets the first sun, melting quickly and fading quickly.

Mr. Weasley yawned for a long time. He felt like his whole body was soaked in hot water. He said lazily, "It's really comfortable. I feel like I'm almost completely healed."

He retracted his arm and looked at his wound. The arm has returned to its original skin color, the toxins have faded, and the twitching muscles are slowly healing.

He said happily, "Is that all right?"

He felt his arm again, felt the arm bound by the bandage He took a breath, "Can I remove the bandage?"

"Of course not."

George resolutely refused his request, "I used magic to get rid of the snake venom in your body, but those injuries still need to be recovered. This time you are seriously injured and you need to take good training."

"Listen, Arthur, listen to George."

Mrs. Weasley turned back to a capable housewife at this time. She said in a coaxing tone, "You need a good rest these days. Except for peace of mind, and other annoying things, don't think about it."

"Okay, mom."

Mr. Weasley smiled.

He said lightly, "I said it earlier, I'm fine."

He moved his injured arm and signaled his injury, "Now with George's help, even the poison has been cured. In a few days, I will be discharged from the hospital."

George smiled, "Well, you are really fine now. Obediently rest in the hospital for a few days and follow the therapist's treatment. You will be discharged soon."

He took a chair from the bed and sat down, "Now it’s the key issue. Let’s talk about how you got hurt."

Everyone held their breath.

The crazy-eyed man leaned forward while sitting on the chair, and reached into the pocket with the wand in his hand, as if he was ready to fight anytime.

Mrs. Weasley squeezed her fists in her hands, and she whispered, "You haven't told us before. Now that George is here, you should always tell who attacked you."

They had already asked Arthur before, asking him to tell who attacked him. But Arthur always seemed very hesitant, only saying that it was a big snake, but she always felt that there were other hidden things.

Mr. Weasley looked hesitant, he raised his hand, put it down again, and stopped talking.

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