C12 Cut It

Although Huang Huairen really wanted to speak up for Qi Haotian, but under Brother Loong's ferocious gaze, how could he dare to do so?

Under this situation, Huang Huairen could only apologetically say to Qi Haotian.

"Divine Doctor Qi, you... You must not take offense. "

Qi Haotian waved his hand and said with an indifferent expression.

"It's fine, I will treat him …"

In Qi Haotian's heart, he knew that any anger was useless. The best way was to prove everything with facts.

At that moment, an old man with silver hair and a head full of hair, who was around seventy years old, walked over with Han Yu'er's support.

This old man was none other than the famous Han Faangzhong of Qingning City, Divine Doctor Han.

When they saw Han Faangzhong's reaction, Huang Huairen and Brother Loong hurriedly went up to greet him.

Especially Brother Loong, the smile on his face was even more brilliant than chrysanthemum. He held onto Han Faangzhong with his uninjured right hand and said.

"Divine Doctor Han, you've come, I … This time, I am saved. "

Han Faangzhong glanced at Brother Loong and told him to sit down.

"Sit down! Let me examine it carefully for you. "

When Han Faangzhong said this, Brother Loong immediately nodded his head like a chick pecking rice.

One must know, Brother Loong's left hand was in excruciating pain at night, but he couldn't find any doctors to treat him.

At the moment, Han Faangzhong was willing to give him treatment. This was definitely something he could only hope for.

As for Qi Haotian, Brother Loong had already forgotten about him, so how could he care about his existence?

When Han Faangzhong asked Brother Loong to break the thick gauze, a purplish black arm appeared in front of everyone.

Looking at the purplish black arm, Huang Huairen and Han Yu'er simultaneously sucked in a breath of cold air.

On the other hand, Han Faangzhong's face was still as calm as ever. He carefully took Wu Tie's pulse and observed him.

After a long while, Han Faangzhong shook his head and sighed.

"Brother Loong, you... Your arm will still be cut off, and you have to have surgery right away, or your life will be in danger. "

Brother Loong subconsciously took a step back when he heard that his arm was going to be cut off. His face turned pale.

After all, he was the king of Underground World. If he were to cut off one of his arms, wouldn't that be the same as taking his life?

"Divine Doctor Han, you... You... You must have a way to save me, I... I can't do without an arm. "How much is it? I'm willing to give it to you."

After a few seconds, Brother Loong grabbed Han Faangzhong and said.

After Han Yu'er heard Brother Loong's words, she said in disdain.

"Hmph, my grandfather was a doctor's parent, he never cared about money. Even if you didn't care, he would still do his best to treat you."

"However, your arm can indeed not be kept. If it wasn't, how could my grandfather let you cut it off?"

When Han Yu'er said this, Brother Loong couldn't help but tremble violently. Even a trace of pain appeared on his face.

However, Brother Loong quickly regained his composure and said while clenching his teeth.

"Since that's the case, let's cut it off!"

Just as Brother Loong finished his sentence, a domineering voice rang out.

"Wait, I have a way to treat your arm."

The one who spoke was not anyone else, but Qi Haotian, who was sitting on the side.