Because the night from the brake was injured, Feng Mo Chen did not stay, also did not have time to study why the wooden house and the old ghost will disappear after seeing the sun.

She didn't have time to think so much, just thinking about his leg injury, quickly helped him back to the inn, immediately let a Jin and a you go to the doctor in the town to treat his injury.

In the room, there was a sound of silence and gasping.

Night from the brake weak lying on the bed, pale as paper, forehead between the temples also because of the pain out of the sweat to sticky wet, invited the doctor to examine his wound, the rest of the people stood by.

Feng Mo Chen is closest, because she is the only one in the room. Her heart is always hanging for the hurt of leaving the brake at night.

It's as if one's heart has been raised to the sky.

All over the eyes, all over the face of anxiety and uneasiness, are so obvious.

MuQing also quietly stood beside, only to see speechless, after all, this person is injured.

"Doctor, cure him at any cost. If you treat his injury, I will pay you a lot." Feng Mo Chen orders in a deep voice.

The night leaves the cha facial expression to turn white, the weak eyes are congealing her sad face appearance, the lip Cape gently pulls: "don't worry about me, I'm ok."

A reassuring smile to her, but spent all his strength, that smile, let her heart is very painful.

Feng Mo Chen glanced at him and looked down at the doctor. He picked up the scissors and lifted the injured leg of the trousers, then cut it open to reveal the injured leg.

His leg was eroded by the poison of rattan leaves. When his trousers were cut to expose the injured leg, the leg was swollen, as thick as a bucket, and the whole leg was dark black. The eroded wound was gradually rotting and bloody. It was like scalding and burning. The wound was bloodstained, and the leg was swollen. It was so shocking to see.

Seeing this, Feng Mo Chen's face sank and frowned. He didn't expect that the poison was eroding so fast and that the poison of the vine leaf was so terrible.

It can make meat rot so fast.

No wonder he was sweating with pain, his face was so pale, and the wound was so deep.

The doctor gently stirred the wound of the night brake with cotton and knife. His brow wrinkled tightly and his face was solemn. He raised his head and asked, "can you feel the pain?"

When he asked this, the doctor was holding a small knife, gently across the swollen meat, close to the edge of the gradual decay, and it was clear that the tip of the knife had been inserted into the meat.

In addition to the pain of decay, he felt the pain of being put into the meat by the knife. He shook his head: "no pain, no feeling."

No feeling?

Impossible?

The knife had been inserted into the meat. He said that he didn't feel it. It was black blood.

Seeing this, Feng Mo Chen's face became more and more dark. He asked the doctor, "what's the matter? Can his leg injury be cured

The doctor took the knife out of his leg and said, "you'd better ask someone else! I can't cure his leg. This leg can't be preserved. If it's not cut off in time, the poison in him will continue to erode his upper body. If the poison erodes the viscera, the immortals can't help it. "

Legs flying off?

Need amputation?

Isn't that a joke?

Hearing that he cut off his leg, not only Feng Mochen was shocked, but all the people in the room were surprised, especially the night from the brake, with a gloomy and dark face.

He knew that his leg was serious, but he didn't expect it to be so serious that he had to cut off one.

If he had to lose a leg, he would rather die.