Chapter 1185 (1/2)

The face of Wu Huan's national master seems impossible for Yu Xiaoxiao to return to normal, but she can take those randomly connected and irregularly growing bones and stick them. It can't recover, but at least it can make the national master no longer suffer from these bones.

Master Wuhuan didn't want to lie down and let Yu Xiaoxiao see his face. Now is not the time for him to lie down.

”Lie down,” Yu Xiaoxiao raised her hand and pressed the master on the bed.

Wuhuan national master wanted to struggle and tried to reason with Yu Xiaoxiao.

”If you move again, I'll sit on you,” said Yu Xiaoxiao, but she was not ready to reason with Wu Huan. The patient should listen to the doctor.

The master who was called to help by Yu Xiaoxiao hurriedly said, ”if you move again, I'll let Er Gouzi ride on you.” His princess sits on this. What's the matter?

”Don't ask if so many people are waiting to be killed,” said Yu Xiaoxiao. She took off the silver mask on Wu Huan's face and motioned Xiao Wei to wash and disinfect her face. She looked down at the surgical instruments cooked in the pot and said to Wu Huan, ”how much can you delay lying down for a few days?”

”Lie down for a few days?” Wu Huan didn't believe Yu Xiaoxiao's words.

”Don't be afraid,” said Yu Xiaoxiao, shaking and gurgling the big pot. ”It's just to take out a few bones. Small surgery, er, minimally invasive, it's a minimally invasive surgery.”

Wu Huan said, ”what kind of creation?”

”Don't ask the national master,” the master drugged the national master Wuhuan and said, ”we can't understand her. After asking Bai, you have some treatment on your face. Let's just understand this.”

The two little monks standing in the room want to cry now. Why do these people look so terrible?! This is my master!

After taking the anesthetic, master Wuhuan fell asleep.

Yu Xiaoxiao took the scalpel and began to operate on Wu Huan.

When the two little monks saw Yu Xiaoxiao lift the face of their national master with a knife, they all cried with a wow.

”Take it away,” the boss shouted.

The second leader ran forward, held one in one hand, held two young monks and walked out of the house.

”Isn't this trouble?” The master said, ”let them go. I have to stay and watch. I'm afraid we'll kill their national master. What's the result? I was so frightened at a glance. ”

Yu Xiaoxiao wore a mask and didn't speak. She was busy repairing the nasal bone of Wuhuan national teacher.

”What's yellow is pus?” Xiaowei asked, he and the big boss, as well as the old Taoist tianxingzi, all wore the pattern of yuxiaozhi on their faces, and the mask made by mammy Wang for a dollar.

”Well,” said Yu's little novel, ”see?” She let Xiaowei see Wuhuan's nose. ”The bone is crooked. This bone is long against the nasal cavity. There is a small wound. There will be pus in brother Wuhuan's nasal cavity.”

The Taoist shook his head. Don't ask such a master on the stall. It's Buddha's blessing that Wuhuan is still alive.