"Ah!"
A shrill scream rang out in the backyard, shocking everyone there.
Wang Mingliu's palm suddenly reached into the boiling pot and then pulled it out. His originally fair and tender palm was now red, and then it quickly became swollen. In the blink of an eye, it turned purple-red. His expression was painful and ferocious as he held his wrist and stomped his feet in pain.
"My hand!"
"My hand!"
At this moment, he didn't have the mood to care whether Chu Weiming was a liar or not. That kind of heart-wrenching pain made him want to chop off his hand immediately!
"Water! Quickly find water!" Wang Qingming was a little shocked at first. He didn't expect his grandson to be so reckless, but he quickly regained his composure. The 1.9-meter tall man in black quickly ran into the hall to get water.
"This child is too reckless!" Mu Donglai was a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. How could he not see how serious Wang Mingliu's hand injury was?
The purple-red hand was swollen like a bear's paw, and in just a short while, it had started to crack layer by layer. Blood flowed out from the skin, making it look extremely ferocious and terrifying. It should be known that Chu Weiming's pot of food was not entirely made of water and oil. The boiling point was at least much higher than water, maybe three to four hundred degrees!
Mu Ling 'er covered her mouth and cried out in alarm. However, she was more afraid of Steamed Bun. She was so scared that her face turned pale. Her hair stood on end as she closed her eyes. She did not dare to look at this scene anymore, but she could not help but steal a few glances from time to time.
Chu Weiming only reacted at this time. He didn't expect this guy to be so bold as to imitate him and put his hand into the pot. What a naughty child. However, he could understand it. He probably thought that he was a real liar. Great, he had fallen into a trap. However, he took it as a joke. You want to find trouble with me? Do you want me to take the initiative to save you?
This is the punishment you deserve. It also tells you that as an expert, you can't just play around with him.
Mu Ling 'er and Mu Donglai knew of Chu Weiming's abilities, so they certainly didn't think he was playing any tricks. Needless to say, Steamed Bun was no exception. Wang Qingming had traveled extensively for so many years and completely trusted Mu Donglai. At the same time, he could tell if the temperature of the pot was real or fake.
"Grandpa! My hand! Hand!"
Wang Mingliu couldn't help but roll on the ground. The appearance of that palm was really terrifying. He hadn't been pampered since he was young, but this was indeed not a pain that ordinary people could endure.
"Waiter!" Wang Qingming was also touched by this. The smile on his face had long disappeared. He wanted to go up and support him, but he still gritted his teeth and roared," Are you a descendant of my Wang family? Look at your cowardly face!”
Wang Xiao Er felt like there were a million half-dead f ** k mud horses in his heart. No matter how much he wanted to listen to his grandfather and endure it, was this a pain that humans could endure?! Damn it, he absolutely believed that this pain was more painful than giving birth. Even if his big brother came, he definitely wouldn't be able to take it!
Did this person really have internal strength? This was impossible!
At this moment, the giant man finally ran out with a large basin of water. This speed took less than 30 seconds! His footsteps were steady and fast, but not a drop of water leaked from his hands. It was obvious that he was a master of hard body martial arts. Although he had no internal energy, he practiced this physical hard body martial arts very well, which made Chu Weiming take a second look.
"Puchi!"
Wang Mingliu's hand reached into the basin like a quenching weapon, instantly emitting a magnetic sound. There was even a faint white gas coming out of the water. The giant man's expression changed slightly, and his pupils constricted as he noticed that the water temperature actually showed signs of boiling in an instant!
He didn't expect it to be so serious. Ignoring Wang Xiao Er's struggle and anger, he pulled him up like he was carrying a chick and ran into the hall. He had to go to the water source to cool down!
Everyone followed him until the clear water flowed down from the tap and washed Wang Xiao Er's already blackened palm layer by layer. At this time, he was finally freed from the huge pain, but his entire right hand had already shed a few layers of skin and he couldn't feel anything.
" Grandfather!" Wang Xiao Er choked. Looking at his disfigured hand, he couldn't even move a finger. A huge panic rose in his heart. Was his hand crippled just like that?!
"Old Mu." Wang Qingming was furious that he did not want to fight back, but he still turned to Mu Donglai.
Mu Donglai understood what he meant and quickly went forward to check. However, after taking a closer look for less than ten seconds, his expression changed drastically and he sucked in a breath of cold air. This hand was completely crippled from the beginning to the end. Was this still a hand? This was already cooked pork trotters!
"Old Wang, he can't keep this hand. He has to cut it off. He has to make a decision, or else his life will be in danger.”He said to Wang Qingming decisively.
Wang Xiao Er felt like a bomb had been dropped in his head. Saw it off? Saw it off! F * cking saw it off!
It was as if a terrifying saw was buzzing in his mind. Then, Mu Donglai walked over with a ferocious smile and said,
Waiter, this hand needs to be sawed.
Then, she raised the saw and sawed off his hand! From then on, he became a cripple without his right hand!
"No, I can't! I don't want it! Grandpa! Save me!"
Chu Weiming was delighted. Your grandfather saved you? Even if I wanted to save you, I wouldn't be able to heal you in a short period of time, let alone your grandfather. No matter how amazing the medical knowledge is, it's still within the range of mortals. It'll take at least a year and a half to heal a cooked palm.
This was the Nine Yang Divine Skill, not some Saint Heart Chant that could revive the dead. Why not learn the Saint Heart Chant? It was not that Chu Weiming did not want to learn it, but that level was no different from cultivation. It was not something that a Level Two person could learn. However, the system had reminded him that the Nine Yang was just the beginning. No matter what mental cultivation method he learned, the proficiency of similar skills could be inherited, just like the language encyclopedia, which was Level Two from the beginning.
His level 6 second rank skill, Nine Yang Divine Skill, had a proficiency of 3,000 to 4,000. He could completely inherit the third rank mental cultivation technique. However, his character level was limited. At present, he was not qualified to learn stronger martial arts.
"Godly doctor! Godly doctor!"
At this time, Wang Mingliu was actually smart for once. After all, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Compared to some pampered rich kids, he was already considered to have a good character. Just because he doubted the authenticity of Chu Weiming's ability, he lost an arm. He absolutely couldn't accept it. At the same time, he also confirmed that Chu Weiming was a really capable master. At this time, he was trying his best to save a dead horse. He treated Chu Weiming as his last straw and knelt down before him with a thud.
"Godly doctor! Please save me! I beg you! In the future, I will do whatever you say. If you tell me to go east, I will not go west. If you tell me to go north, I will not go south. As long as you save me, I will give you anything you want!”
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