Empress, your husband is invincible

Feng Hao's expression changed slightly, and he quickly moved to his window, without saying a word, he reached out and touched the place Ye Cheng just patted.

Stretching out his fingers and twisting, Feng Hao took out a piece of stubble as sharp as a needle from the messy hair on the back of Zhuang Yan's head...

Ye Cheng was terrified.

If I hadn't inadvertently photographed this piece of stubble just now, one day this piece of stubble will be accidentally wedged in, I'm afraid Zhuang Yan's life will not be saved!
Zhuang Yan was obviously also frightened by the stubble that had been pulled out from the back of his head, and stared at Feng Hao in a daze, not daring to move.

"Young Master, don't move. I'll help you find it again. It might hurt."

Frowning slightly, he gave Zhuang Yan instructions, Feng Hao bent his knees and asked him to lie on top enduring the pain, and lowered his head to carefully examine the back of his head.

After a long time, when Zhuang Yan's painful chest was wet with cold sweat, Feng Hao took a long breath and straightened him up again.

In order to endure the severe pain so as not to distract Feng Hao, Zhuang Yan almost tore the brocade quilt in his mouth to pieces.

But just after being straightened by Feng Hao, Zhuang Yan suddenly opened his mouth to curse again:

"Huang Fuhu, you bastard, if I don't beat you to ashes in my life, I won't be worthy of being a human!"

Feng Hao just took a breath, but he inadvertently saw a few pieces of blood splattered from the corner of Zhuang Yan's mouth when he cursed, and his face instantly became bitter.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Cheng frowned immediately:
"what happened?"

Feng Hao signaled Zhuang Yan to stop cursing and opened his mouth, pointing to the almost invisible blood foam in his throat and smiled wryly:
"Brother Ye, have you seen the blood foam?"

"Isn't it a normal reaction to be beaten?"

Ye Cheng frowned and nodded.

Feng Hao shook his head and did not explain.

After signaling Ye Cheng to lift off Zhuang Yan's bedding, Feng Hao went to untie the unlined clothes on Zhuang Yan's body.

Zhuang Yan's face changed slightly.

Ye Cheng hurriedly couldn't laugh or cry to comfort him.

"Let Brother Feng take a look. He's a doctor and he's a man. What's in the way?"

Feng Hao ignored the two of them, opened his unlined clothes, stretched out his two fingers and pressed straight to the third rib of Zhuang Yan's chest.

Zhuang Yan's complexion changed drastically, cold sweat gushed out of his forehead instantly, his pupils dilated and his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't utter a single tone.

Ye Cheng came to his senses almost instantly, and his color changed suddenly.

"Broken ribs too?"

Feng Hao nodded, looked at Zhuang Yan's chest without blinking, and his fingers swept across the ribs in his chest like lightning.

"A total of four."

Seeing that Zhuang Yan was so painful that he almost passed out, Feng Hao spit out.

"If it wasn't for the fat young master, I'm afraid he would have been pierced through the heart by those broken ribs. If that's the case, the gods won't be able to save him!"

Seeing Zhuang Yan's angry look, Ye Cheng pursed his lips slightly.

Zhuang Yan, this little fat man, since he realized it, Ye Cheng has almost regarded him as his younger brother...

This guy, apart from spending money like water, lustful and stubborn, has almost no shortcomings.

Righteousness, kindness, full of sense of justice, never bullying ordinary people, just bullying those dudes who have no bottom line...

But now, he has been so abused?

"Huang Fuhu, I won't let you break eight bones, I'll take your surname!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, Ye Cheng took the initiative to hold Zhuang Yan's body without Feng Hao's order.

"Brother Feng, I will trouble you to fix his broken bones."

After the words fell, Ye Cheng found that Feng Hao hadn't moved for a long time.

Turning his head to look, he found that Feng Hao was looking at him helplessly.

As if afraid that he would not understand, Feng Hao smiled wryly and deliberately shook his empty right arm.

"..."

Feng Hao now only has a broken arm, which cannot be connected to the bone.

I actually forgot about this...

Ye Cheng was dumbfounded for a moment, and after patting his forehead lightly, he suggested:

"Why don't you invite the medical officer from the house to come over?"

Feng Hao looked at him with a strange expression:
"Guess, why didn't the young master invite the medical officer from the mansion?"

Ye Cheng suddenly turned his head to look at Zhuang Yan.

"You haven't let Aunt Zhuang know about this?"

Zhuang Yanqiang grinned.

That's right, Zhuang Yan had such a big incident, with Mrs. Zhuang's temper, she might even go to Suhou's mansion to inquire about the crime in person...

At that time, the best result is that Huang Fuhu will break his own bones and make amends.

But what Zhuang Yan and Zhuang Shuanglin wanted to see was the result of Mrs. Zhuang's appearance?
After figuring out the reason, Ye Cheng didn't know what to do for a while.

With a movement of the corner of his clothes, Ye Cheng lowered his head, just in time to look at Shang Zhuang Yan begging.

If he looked up, Ye Cheng happened to meet Feng Hao's strange eyes.

Instantly awakened, Ye Cheng was almost startled into a cold sweat:
"You want me to do this bone setting?"

Zhuang Yan blinked, Feng Hao nodded, and added:
"Young Master's injury is serious enough to say the least.

But it's not serious, I can use some means to ensure that he can go outside for a short time and act like a normal person after two or three days. "

I have already figured out a way to help myself deal with the "tail"...

Ye Cheng took a deep breath and nodded towards Feng Hao.

Speaking of the last life, Ye Cheng actually took the broken bones for his subordinates on the battlefield...

But that is just the bones on the arm.

The dangerous and complicated job of connecting ribs, he really didn't dare to think that one day it would fall on his head.

Seeing that Ye Cheng had adjusted his condition, Feng Hao pointed directly at the first broken rib he found, and said slowly:

"Here, a quarter of a foot to the lower left, and a fifth to the upper right."

Ye Cheng calculated the length and distance in his mind (one foot, approximately equal to 3 centimeters in contemporary times), and at the same time, adjusted the muscle sensitivity of his arm to the maximum, stretched out his hand like electricity, quickly pinched the broken rib with his fingers, and pressed Feng Hao instructs to stitch together.

Following Feng Hao's instructions, Ye Cheng focused all his attention on his arms.

At this moment, his arms, including his ten fingers, are as sensitive and precise as the machines of later generations.

After a while, Ye Cheng heaved a sigh of relief when Feng Hao signaled for completion.

Shaking his arms that hadn't felt sore for a long time, Ye Cheng just felt that doing this bone surgery was more energy-consuming than fighting two fierce battles with others...

Squeezing Ye Cheng away, Feng Hao stretched out his hand and brushed over the four ribs that had been connected one by one.

After a long silence, Feng Hao raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ye Sheng, and praised excitedly:
"Brother Ye, your hands are perfect!"

Ye Cheng had nothing to say for a moment.

"cough……"

Zhuang Yan coughed fiercely, his face as pale as paper raised his eyebrows to signal to the two of them.

Ye Cheng didn't know Zhuang Yan's intentions for a while, so he had to call his companion, Zhuang Cong.

"Zhuang Cong!"

Hearing the sound, Zhuang Cong came in, and when he saw Zhuang Yan's appearance, his expression became tangled, and he pinched the hem of his clothes with his fingers, not knowing how to speak.