"Exactly the same! This is interesting!"

Li Shen's heart sank, and he smelled a strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose.

I easily squeezed over most people and saw a thick layer of blood shaking left and right on the vine stretcher.

The clothes were tightly attached to the disciple's body, and it could not absorb too much blood, solemn and slow, and gently wiped the blood on the stretcher as the injured young man turned around.

His broken right arm was tied to his chest, and blood was connected to the cuffs and his abdomen.

A water ball wraps the broken limbs, pure water can cause infection, but there are no hidden dangers in the spiritual water.

Yang Ankang, a doctor at Fufumin Hospital, once used "shuisuits" as an example to explain to him how to treat Junior Brother Wang's burns.

Fu Mo's ink dot was taken back again, and it said happily:

"If we don't let us enter the 'Lu' hall, isn't there really no way I can do it?"

"It's interesting, interesting. The people lying inside are all exactly the same wounds. The people who use the knife seem to have gestured with a ruler, and they have to cut off their right hands like this."

"How many injured are there?"

"You ask how many people were injured or how many people lost their right hand?"

"Those who lost their right hand."
Chapter completed!