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As the saying goes, the people do not fight with the officials, moreover, they are in the wrong, and they have done something indecent, so it is only right for others to teach them a lesson.

Night Nine signaled with his eyes, and he flew upstairs. He carried the wheelchair downstairs and stopped beside Fishy. Nine Night Demon didn't even look at Yan Yu, she stared angrily at Little Fishy and said coldly, "You are in a hurry to leave the Duke's Mansion, so you came to the gambling den? Little Yu, if something happens to you, what should I do? "

It wasn't that she didn't know about their current situation, being seen as a thorn in the side. She wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible, but she actually didn't say anything and walked out of the palace alone. Furthermore, there were also many people who came to the complex gambling house.

"Little Jiu, let's talk about this later." Little Yu realized that Night Nine had destroyed their relationship, and Yan Yu didn't know what to do, but she couldn't help giving her guest an explanation. Fortunately, the man's hand had just been cut off, so she could only try to reattach it. This way, things could be considered to have been resolved perfectly. Yan Yu now had an explanation as well.

After all, Yan Yu was just messing around in someone else's territory. Little Fishy thought Yan Yu was a professional dice shaker, relying on this to eat. Not looking at monks and looking at buddhist faces, for Yan Yu, she treated this person even though she wasn't sure.

Since she was the one who caused this trouble, he told her to solve it. She walked up to the person closest to her and grabbed his arm, using her skill, that person let out a scream, and then to her surprise and joy, in the blink of an eye, she met Night Demon's eyes, and they quickly retreated with their necks pulled back.

When Yan Yu saw how proficient Little Fishy was, and how she didn't know how to avoid formalities, she couldn't help but admire her in her heart.

Seeing them for fifteen years, how could he let the wangfei reattach the bones of these people? Forget it, he should just reconnect the bones.

Allah, it doesn't matter who got it. We have to get everyone back. If we miss the best time, even if we get it back, it will hinder us.

"There's alcohol here, right? Give me a jar and clean this person's severed hand. I'll bring it back."

Everyone hurriedly did as he said. In just a short moment, Little Fishy's eyes were twitching violently when she saw a plate of hands holding onto a game table. She just had her hands washed. She didn't ask for a plate. The heck, why is this scene so strange? Is this a feast for the flesh, or is this a wrong lard barbecue?

"Master, I'm here!" Suddenly, Lu Buwei came through the door and handed something to Little Fishy with a sweat on his forehead and a needle and thread.

She didn't know why he was here or why he had what she wanted. Xiaoyu was very satisfied with Lu Buwei's performance. She took the needle and thread and nodded, praising him in all seriousness, "Well done!"

Lu Buwei's old face was flushed. He stared unblinkingly at Little Fishy as she quickly pierced the needle, soaked the needle and thread into the liquor, and then sewed up the broken hand as if she was sewing clothes.

Operation is a delicate work, requires the knife bearer to be attentive, careful, the first time the small fish with a knife experience, can not help but admire the doctor who performed the surgery. In just a few stitches, Little Fishy was already sweating profusely.

"Lu Buwei, wipe your sweat." Fishy had been focused on sewing, and had ordered Lü Buwei to wipe her sweat.

Lu Buwei was momentarily at a loss. Only after seeing the sweat on her forehead did he understand what she meant. He hurriedly took out a plain handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat off her face.

At the side, Night Nine had a bad taste in his mouth. Although he knew that the two of them were apprentices and that the patient was their first healer, wiping away his sweat was nothing. However, he felt uncomfortable inside. He stepped forward and took the handkerchief from Lu Buwei's hand and said in a muffled voice, "It's good that I'm here."

Lu Buwei was very excited, he finally got to see the surgery mentioned by his master, Xiaoyu's mouth, and his eyes almost fell out. He was really eager to have someone to share in the work of wiping off his sweat, and upon hearing Ye Jiumei's recommendation, he quickly handed the handkerchief over and said gratefully, "Thank you, Prince!"

The whole process of the fish operation was carefully observed by Lü Buwei, who had a natural aptitude for the use of needles and knives. An Xin could not help but be eager, her eyes darted around the crowd, and she could not wait for someone to start a fight. It would be best if they could break an arm or a leg, so that he could put it into practice.

Seeing how enthusiastic he was, beads of sweat appeared on Fishy's forehead. No wonder the doctors were said to be abnormal while the doctors were even more so.

"Lu Buwei, stitching is not as easy as sewing rags. You have to be careful not to hurt your blood vessels. You have to concentrate on the operation and not be distracted. " Fishy very seriously and earnestly exhorted Lu Buwei to pay attention.

Lu Buwei nodded, and Xiaoyu handed over the needle and thread in his hand, "You."

She felt a little dizzy. Only the heavens knew why she chose to learn medicine. She had already reached her limit by sewing these few needles.

Lu Buwei happily agreed. However, before he even started, he already started to feel nervous. His hand that held the needle slightly trembled. The veins on Little Fishy's forehead throbbed uncontrollably.

"Relax, relax. Don't shake your hand. Just do what you usually do when you're giving needles to people." Little Fishy sweated profusely, while Night Nine silently wiped her sweat. He secretly blamed himself for talking too much and letting Fifteen chop his hands. As a result, the small fish had to be treated. Fifteen was right. His actions were too ruthless.

Night Nine glares discontentedly at Fifteen, who flinched, shouting silently in his heart: I'm innocent! If he remembered correctly, the prince seemed to be talking about everyone's hands. As for him, he was only cutting off a person who wanted to ambush the prince. If he let the wangfei treat him like this even after chopping him all up, the prince would just cut him into pieces.

Both Master and Disciple made their move, and the result was twice the result with half the effort. They had to busy themselves for an entire day before they managed to reclaim that person's severed arm. The small fish let Lube Wei prescribe some medicine to activate the blood and remove the silt, so that the person will go home for a period of time. If her mouth was inflamed and rotten, she could come to the Ninth Prince's Mansion to seek her treatment as soon as possible.

That person never thought that his hand would be able to receive it back. Although he was puzzled by Xiaoyu's words, it was hard to conceal his joy from taking back his hand and thanking both master and disciple.

Little Fishy, this sweat, even if he reattached his hand, he wouldn't be able to move it freely. If he didn't hate her, then he would be the Amitabha. After all, it was because of her.

"Master, was the treatment just an operation?" Lu Buwei couldn't believe it. It was as if he was in a dream, asking questions in a low voice.

"Lu Buwei, do you know how big the world is now? "Your medical skills are limitless, so you have to learn more and learn more to practice. These things are things that money cannot buy, and are also things that books do not have." Little Fisherman's personality flared up. He said some old truths and bluffed Lu Buwei.

"Disciple has learnt his lesson!" Lu Buwei's admiration for Xiaoyu rose to another level. He wanted to immediately set up a card of longevity in front of her ancestral tablet when he got home, so that he could sincerely pay his respects to her every day.