The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I watched him for a long time and smiled: "Are you afraid of your family being hurt?"

He looked at me, noncommittal.

I shook my head and said, "Since I can get all your information, I have the ability to help you get rid of the threat of the second young master. I am going to the medical clinic. If you believe me, follow me. If you don't believe me , Whatever you want."

Without looking back, he strode towards the medical clinic.

The cadre always followed me, but at the same time, he always kept a distance of about two meters from me.

Because of the loss of his arms, he was struggling to walk, unable to maintain his balance, fell down several times in a row, but struggled to get up again, his tenaciousness made me impressed.

After walking for almost ten minutes, I arrived at a small house.

This small house is very concealed at the junction of the civilian area and the slum area.

When ordinary people see it, they will think that this is just a poor household that can no longer be ordinary. However, here is a place that I cannot forget.

It is a medical clinic. The pastor here once saved my life.

This is the time I challenged the tauren boss with a low level.

When I was dying, I crawled around here and was rescued by the pastor of this medical clinic. After that, for a period of time, I would often eat and drink here.

I snapped the door and shouted: "Old man, are you here? This is An Xiaoyi. Open the door. I need your help!"

After a few minutes, the same loud screams came from the house: "Stop yelling, stop yelling, it's so noisy, you **** still knows to come here to see me, I thought you died in the dungeon Yeah!"

Creak, the door opened, and an old man with a beard hanging down his chest came out.

I laughed and hugged him.

Taylor acted extremely swiftly and avoided, and said: "Brood, what's the matter with you? Why are your whole body covered with blood...What is your hand? Arm? Whose arm? Huh? The one behind you This is... come in quickly, what is going on!"

I smiled and walked into the room.

The cadres behind him also followed, but when he walked the threshold, he fell.

Tyler wanted to help him, but was refused.

"Don't worry about him, old man, let him get up by himself" I said, "This is the last test for him."

The cadre did not speak, but stared at me angrily, and a little, he slowly got up from the ground.

Tyler closed the door, hurriedly stepped forward, and said to me: "Boy, what is going on?"

I didn't answer directly, but smiled and handed my arms over and said, "Old man, see if these arms can be reattached."

Taylor stepped forward and removed the bandage from the cadre.

The blood had solidified, and at the same time the bandage was torn off, the cadre had an expression of pain on his face, but he still gritted his teeth and said nothing.

I pulled a chair, pushed behind him, and said, "Sit down."

He glared at me first, and refused to sit down, but didn't want to tear off the bandage. At the same time, blood burst out again. I saw his body began to shake, knowing that this was a sign of fainting, so I ignored it and took care of myself. Make my chair again.

Sure enough, less than half a minute after I did it, he plopped and collapsed on the chair, sweating on his forehead and shaking his whole body.

It seems that his physical strength has been exhausted.

Tyler stared carefully at his wound, frowned slightly, and said to me, "80% sure."

With that, he turned his head and asked me: "When do you plan to let him start treatment?"

"The sooner the better."

"Then start now."

Tyler rummaged in the pile of debris on the side, looking for something.

I asked: "Old man, what are you looking for?"

Taylor didn't look up, and said, "My magic wand, do you see where it is?"

"Please, I just arrived at your house...Look at the leg that supports the table, right?"

Taylor leaned down to take a look, his face flushed immediately, he laughed and said, "Look at my memory, this table has a broken leg. Let me take it down. I didn't find a suitable wooden stick, so I installed the magic wand. I went up, but I forgot it, haha, haha."

"Come on." I lifted the table, turned it over, and lay it flat on the ground, saying: "It happens that I'm here, and I'll be fine. I'll fix it for you directly, and you can save your magic wand. When used as a table leg, this is called violent, do you know?"

Taylor gave another awkward smile, and tore off the magic wand, and began to treat the cadre.

I walked out the door and started looking for materials that could be used as table legs.

There are still a lot of trees in the civilian and slum areas of Ai Rui City, but they are mostly used for decoration and shelter, and few people will cut them down and return home.

In fact, I am also a very environmentally friendly person. I usually take good care of trees, but today is a special case.

It is easy to chop people with Naotachi, and it is easy to chop trees.

With just a stab, the small tree with the thickness of the arm was broken.

I took the opportunity to drag the broken tree to a dark alley, and after a few stabs, I cleaned up all the excess branches and bark.

After that, carrying a long strip of wood that had been cut into three fingers in diameter, he looked around and found that there was no one. Then he knocked on the door of Taylor's house, slipped in, and got in.

I found the nails and hammers from the toolbox and started to install the legs.

As the ping-pong-pong sound was so loud and it affected Taylor's treatment progress, he protested against me, but he did not hear it, and I continued to repair my table.

After about ten minutes, the table was repaired. I placed it on the ground and shook it a few times. It was very stable, flat and strong.

I nodded in satisfaction, patted the table top, and said, "Old man, the table is installed."

Tyler responded and continued to be busy with treatment.

I calmed down, looking bored at the broken arm of his treatment cadre.

Taylor chanted a burst of magic and applied a light green light to the surface of his broken arm. Soon, I found that the position of his broken arm began to have small granules sprout. Then, he placed his arm in place, again. Talking about the magic, it was another light green ball of the same light, slowly flowing into it along the broken gap.

This process was slow and cautious, and beads of sweat began to pour out of Taylor's face.

I worried: "Old man, can you do it, do you want to continue later?"

"Don't talk" Taylor said: "Hurry up and treat while the arms are still active. Maybe it can be completely cured. If you delay for a while, his arms will really be useless."

"Hey, the parents of the healer" I sighed: "Old man, you are really, born to be a pastor, so kind."

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