Zhou Ying's broken arm and scapular joint wound has no everted skin, stinking blood, and tight fitting muscles and bones, so that the skin surface only presents a thin line like cinnabar red.

Lao Zhang's thin right index finger and thumb held a thick body needle. The needle on both sides of the blood thread flew up and down, like the sole of a thousand layer sole cloth shoe. The stitches were tight and neat.

The stitched left arm comes from a strange psionic. Even Zhou Ying doesn't know who the owner of the arm was. But what does it matter? Zhou Ying doesn't care, neither does Lao Zhang, who is stitching it carefully.

"Don't use your left hand in the next three days. The muscle activity of your left arm is very poor. It doesn't fit well with you. You should use it carefully."

Old man Zhang grabbed the needle with two fingers in his right hand, picked it, turned it over, and then pulled it tightly. The body suture made of material similar to fishing net was fixed at Zhou Ying's wound.

Zhou Ying tried to move his left arm a few times. The expected stagnation was like the arm was filled with cement, and the elbow could not bend at all. The whole arm was stiff and cold.

He frowned a little discontentedly and took out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket with his right hand. There were only two soft cigarettes left in the wrinkled cigarette box. Zhou Ying squeezed one out and put it on his lips. He was ready to throw the other to Lao zhangtou.

"No! Keep it for yourself. I'll quit! "

"Yi!" The lighter ignited the cut tobacco, and the orange red spark moved slightly. Zhou Ying sneered and spat out a mouthful of turbid smoke. Looking at Lao Zhang, who was cleaning up the tools, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Lao Zhang, you are sixty-nine this year. Are you afraid that smoking is harmful to your health? What kind of nerve do you have

"I advise you to smoke less. In the age of civilization, I was also an attending physician. After a patient's severed limb is reconnected, he can't smoke, otherwise the severed limb will be necrotic!

Although you are a psionic, you'd better smoke less. It's not good for recovery

"Yes, yes!" Zhou Ying doesn't care, but he doesn't stop smoking. He turns his right hand and takes out two back armor from the storage ring, just like an ugly insect that distorts the face.

These two insects look terrible, but their worm like bodies have crustaceans, their ferocious mouthparts protrude out, and they also drip smelly viscous liquid. Anyone who looks at these two insects will never feel good about them.

"Good! pretty good! Both of them are perfect. " Lao Zhang's first book looked at the two wriggling and twisted monsters with a satisfied look.

Zhou Ying saw Lao Zhang's satisfied appearance. He also grinned. He turned over two strange insects and gave them to him. Zhou Ying dusted the broken meat and blood scars on his body. "Lao Zhang has to trouble you to change my clothes. This one on my body stinks."

"Yes! For the sake of you two worms, I'll help you change your clothes once Lao Zhang took out a set of clean and smooth long sleeves from one side of the wardrobe and pulled off Zhou Ying's half bare coat.

Suddenly, a scene of acid teeth came to his eyes. His neck, throat, abdomen, red field, right arm and upper body were all sewn with a long line as ferocious as a centipede.

"Are you using your own skin to breed worms again?"

"Not exactly. There are also some other people's internal organs, which I have stuffed in!" Zhou Ying turned his head, and his cold smile made people shudder.