Chapter 211 Magic Doctor's Bone

Under the oboe attack of Zhong Cheng and Elder Yang, the simple British were quickly fooled by them. They really thought that Zhong Cheng and the two had been attacked by monsters, and they all showed panic. There was a chill around them. And Zhong Cheng and the two were polite, so they had to shake their hands and say that they were okay. In the chaos, Elder Yang, who was originally supported by Wang Ruiyi, was also helped by several other old people.

After a period of grinding, someone in the crowd suddenly asked, "Mr. Zhong, Elder Yang, you two are well-informed. Do you know where this is? Where on earth did the door of space teleport us to?" After this question, the people around realized the problem and immediately began to discuss it.

"Everyone, be quiet! "Quiet!" Zhong Cheng roared a few times, and after the noise around him gradually stopped, he said, "According to my estimation, this should be the patron saint of the Inte people and the location of the Drian tribe."

"Drian tribe!"

When they heard the words of the Derrion tribe, the people around couldn't help boiling again. Compared with just now, they were obviously much more excited this time, and their eyes were full of heat. After all, in their view, the Drian tribe is a patron saint who only exists in fantasy.

"It's useless to say more. Let's continue to set off!"

This time it was Elder Yang, who spoke. Unlike Zhong Cheng, Elder Yang's status in the hearts of everyone was extremely noble, so after his order, the people around him consciously closed their mouths and the noise stopped. After the noise stopped, Elder Yang said again, "But before leaving, we have to determine which direction to go, so we must send someone to explore the way. I don't know who..." With that, Elder Yang turned his eyes to Zhong Cheng, which was obvious.

Zhong Cheng smiled faintly, took a step forward, arched his hand around and said, "Wait a minute, let's go down and explore the way!" After saying that, Zhong Cheng took a step forward. He passed through the woods ahead and came to the edge of the hillside.

He looked at the height of the hillside and found that there was a tribe not far away that covered a small area. This tribe looks no different from ordinary tribes. The colorful dome tents are scattered around, looking like one of the most common tribal settlements on the grassland. And further away, there are shepherds who are herding sheep.

But even so, there is still an unspeakable momentum in the tribe, proving its uniqueness.

This should be the lack of Drian. Although it looks so unpretentious and plain, it is not too different from the prototype of the Drian tribe that Zhong Cheng thought. In Zhong Cheng's view, the Drian tribe, as the representative of the British people, should inherit the simple and kind folk customs of the British people, so no one in front of him disappointed Zhong Cheng.

After confirming the location of the tribe, Zhong Cheng quickly turned around through the woods and returned to the crowd and told him about his discovery of the tribe. As soon as everyone heard that there was a tribe not far away, and it was very likely that it was the legendary Drian tribe, they were instantly excited. After calculating, everyone immediately decided to rush to the tribe not far from the hillside.

So, a vast group of people began to walk towards the tribe. The tribe was not far from the hillside. After everyone went down the mountain, they approached the tribe within a few steps. As soon as they approached the tribe, they first heard various voices from the tribe. Then after a few steps closer, people can faintly see that someone in the tribe is walking through. These people's hair is all silvery white, and they are undoubtedly British.

The group saw the British compatriots with white hair, and they were all extremely excited. They worked hard and walked faster. The galloping group soon came to the entrance of the tribe and stopped here. Although everyone was very excited, everyone knew that it was never polite to break into other people's territory without notice. Although the owners of this territory are their compatriots, they still restrained their excitement.

After everyone stopped at the entrance of the tribe, many people in the tribe stopped and curiously looked at the group of British people, old and young in front of their door, especially the young man with black hair. After all, among a group of silver hairs, black hair looks quite eye-catching.

At this time, it was obviously time to send a representative to negotiate. Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help looking at Elder Yang. Among everyone, Elder Yang's status is the highest and the most respected, so it is reasonable that he should be the messenger. Unfortunately, today's Elder Yang's action was suppressed by Zhong Cheng with a miracle, and it was quite difficult to move, so he could only express his powerless.

When Elder Yang shook his head to show that he did not have the ability to be a messenger. Everyone coincidentally set their sights on Zhong Cheng. In their opinion, although Zhong Cheng is just a foreigner, he is quite reliable, which has been proved by the road exploration incident just now. Moreover, Zhong Cheng also fought with Elder Yang and monsters in the corridor, so everyone naturally entrusted their trust to Zhong Cheng.

When everyone focused their eyes on him, Zhong Cheng knew what everyone was thinking, and he did not refuse. After all, he also wanted to see the Derrion tribe, the hometown of the sword god predecessor. So without waiting for others to propose, Zhong Cheng said in advance, "Well, how about going in and explaining the situation to the patriarch of this tribe?"

Since Zhong Cheng took the initiative to propose, the people around him naturally had no reason to refuse, and they all nodded and agreed.

After getting everyone's approval, Wang Ruiyi did not stay much and walked directly into the tribe. Then he walked into a little silver-haired girl and asked, "Girl, I'm sorry to bother you. Where is your patriarch?"

The little girl was probably standing here to watch the bustle. She didn't expect that Zhong Cheng would suddenly ask herself, and she couldn't help but panic for a moment. However, the people of the Drian tribe are different. After a little panicked, the little girl immediately regained her composure and said to Zhong Cheng, "The patriarch is in the largest tent in the center, but outsiders are not allowed to enter casually without notice."

"So, who should I report it to?"

"You need to find the high priest Wuhua."

"Woul? Zhong Cheng was stunned and didn't expect the name to appear here. Just as Zhong Cheng was stunned, a familiar voice suddenly came from the distance: "Haha, Brother Zhong, you really found it!" Zhong Cheng followed the sound and saw a handsome silver-haired young man with a big sword walking towards him. This person is none other than that person, but his attitude was extremely stiff that day.

Looking at Wuhua's attitude, Zhong Cheng couldn't help but be surprised and secretly said, "When did he become so polite?"

While Zhong Cheng was surprised, Wuhua had come to Zhong Cheng, stretched out his hands and grabbed Zhong Cheng's shoulder and smiled, "I'm really sorry last time. The patriarch told me everything. If you say early in the morning that you are the owner of the anti-God Sword, maybe I brought you here that day! "Oh!" Wuhua noticed Zhong Cheng's left elbow and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Oh... a little less injury." Suddenly, even Zhong Cheng couldn't get used to it for a while, and he looked a little dull. However, after a slight dullness, Zhong Cheng returned to normal and responded with a smile, "I also have a reason why I have to say about the anti-God Sword! And if you often take out the anti-God Sword, it is easy for others to be jealous, and there will be some unnecessary troubles at that time. Let's talk about the wound later!" Zhong Cheng turned around, pointed to the Brites not far from the entrance, and said to Wuhua, "It's still more important for your compatriots now."

Whua looked in the direction pointed out by Zhong Cheng and saw the British people of all ages at the entrance. He couldn't help but be shocked and asked, "What's going on?"

Zhong Cheng sighed and shook his head and said, "It's hard to say! In a word, settle your compatriots first. I'll tell you about the details later.

Wuhua nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He immediately greeted several clans, ordered them to settle the Brits, and then said to Zhong Cheng, "I'll take you to the patriarch first!"

"Hmm." Zhong Cheng answered, but did not act immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Elder Yang and asked, "Will Elder Yang also go?"

Elder Yang shook his head, stared at Zhong Cheng, and said coldly, "I'm physically inconvenient. I'll go to see the patriarch after a short rest." I think this old guy loves face, so he doesn't want to show his weakness in front of others.

"That's good." Zhong Cheng nodded in agreement. Speaking of which, if Elder Yang gathered around, Zhong Cheng would still be embarrassed to talk about the incident. After consulting Elder Yang, Zhong Cheng turned his head back and said to Wuhua beside him, "Let's go."

This time, Wuhua didn't move. He looked at Elder Yang not far away and asked, "Then Elder Yang should be the leader. Why don't you go to see the patriarch together?"

"Ead Elder Yang was a little injured and it was a little inconvenient to move, so it was not suitable to see the patriarch now. I'll tell you the detailed situation later. Let's go first now."

"Hmm."

Under the leadership of Wuhua, Zhong Cheng walked through a tent and walked for a while before arriving at the center of the tribe. Looks like it. Although the appearance of this Drian tribe looks ordinary, it is undoubtedly much bigger than that of ordinary tribes!

The tent located in the center of the tribe is the patriarch's tent. Although it is the patriarch's tent, the fact is no different from other tents. It's just bigger, and there are two guards outside the tent.

After seeing the two facing Zhong Cheng, the two guards immediately bowed to Wuhua and said, "Priest."

The two guards of Wuhuachao nodded, and then said "Thank you for your hard work", and then led Zhong Cheng in. The decorations in the tent are very simple, there are no luxurious decorations, and there are nothing interesting, giving people the feeling of just four words: simple and unpretentious.

At this time, a silver-haired beauty is standing in the center. The woman is beautiful, slim, wearing a plain dress, and has her own charm. This long skirt is different from the long skirt in the Central Plains. It is more bold and perfectly shows the soft curve of women. The split skirt corner exposed the woman's ** unreservedly, and the direct teacher was full of blood.

This woman is the patriarch of the Drion tribe, Aruna! Just like when Zhong Cheng first saw her, she was still so beautiful and touching.

After seeing Zhong Cheng and Wuhua walk into the account, Arona showed that she was stunned for a few seconds, and then exclaimed incredulously and didn't care about any image problems. She came forward and grabbed Zhong Cheng's arm and said happily, "It's you! You're not dead!"

Arona exerted too much force this time and directly affected Zhong Cheng's wound. The pain made Zhong Cheng couldn't help screaming. How could he have any intention to respond to his enthusiasm? Fortunately, Aruna's sharp eyes saw Wang Ruiyi's injured left elbow at a glance. She quickly loosened her hands and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with your injury?" Shouldn't it be because of the attack of the necromancer?"

Looking at the woman's worried look, Zhong Cheng somehow had a feeling in his heart. He forced a strong smile and shook his head and said, "There is another reason with the Necromancer. I'll tell you right away."

"Well, no!" Aruna nodded first, then shook her head and said worriedly, "Your injury is very serious! I think we should treat the wound first.

Zhong Cheng shook his head and declined, "Don't bother. Let's talk about treating the wound later..."

"No!" Aruna decisively interrupted Wang Ruiyi's words and said, "Your injury has hurt the bone. If it is not treated in time, the injury will inevitably worsen!" Wuhua, please go to the old man Stam and ask him to come and help Mr. Zhong heal his wounds.

"Good." Wuhua nodded and agreed, turned around and left the tent. As soon as he left, only Zhong Cheng and Arona were left alone in the tent. Although I don't know how Aruna feels, anyway, Zhong Cheng himself is a little deer bumping around. There's nothing he can do. Who makes Aruna look so beautiful! In front of beautiful women, normal men usually feel nervous, and Zhong Cheng is no exception.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere and calm his heart, Zhong Cheng coughed a few times and began to take the initiative to talk: "This should be the Drian tribe!"

Arona smiled and nodded, "Hmm. How about it? Is it very different from what you think? No wonder, after all, this place looks no different from ordinary tribes.

Zhong Cheng shook his head and smiled, "That's not true. It's basically the same as I thought. As the patron saint of the Inte, the Drian tribe should naturally inherit the style of the Inte, so it is not surprising that the tribe looks ordinary.

"Ha ha, your analysis is very reasonable." Aruna smiled and said, "Mr. Zhong, you are quite insightful. Aruna admires it!"

"Where, where, it's ordinary." Zhong Cheng said modestly.

After the two chatted casually, the tent was suddenly lifted, and Wuhua and an old man with a wooden box came in. The old man was wearing a wide robe, thin and withered skin. He looked like a dry and dead branch. Just looking at the old man's body, Zhong Cheng was really worried that a gust of wind would blow him down. However, although the old man's body looks weak, his eyes are bright, as if he really shows himself to the world that he is not ordinary.

The old man approached the tent, first arched his hand to Arona, said "parch", and then turned his head to stare at Wang Ruiyi's wound. Aruna didn't care about the old man's behavior. He knew very well that in the heart of the old man Stam, healing and saving people was always the most important, so every time he would observe his patients at the first time, this time was no exception.

After looking carefully for a while, Stam nodded and said, "If I'm not right, the bone at the prince's elbow should be misplaced and needs to be boned immediately!" Chief, it's better to be late at this time. If there is no problem, I haven't seen this prince for a long time now.

Aruna naturally did not object and nodded and said, "Of course, no problem. Thank you, old man Stam."

Stam nodded and didn't say much. He took off the wooden box on his shoulder and winked at Wuhua beside him, signaling Wuhua to catch it. Wuhua did not resist Stam's request, but obediently stretched out his hands and took the wooden box.

Stam first opened the wooden box, and then waved to Zhong Cheng, signaling Zhong Cheng to come over. Zhong Cheng didn't think much about it and took a step forward. After Zhong Cheng got closer, Stam stretched out his pair to grab Zhong Cheng's left wrist, then gently raised Zhong Cheng's left hand flat, and then slowly uncovered Zhong Cheng's own wrapped gauze layer after layer. The whole movement was smooth and gentle, which made Zhong Cheng, who had not been injected with anesthesia, almost feel any pain.

Old Stam soon uncovered the gauze at Zhong Cheng's elbow. He threw the blood-stained gauze aside. He looked at Zhong Cheng's wound, not only frowned, and said, "Not only did he hurt the bones, but also his skin and skin. The person who did it was really fierce!" After sighing for a while, the old man Stam said to Zhong Cheng, "Son, please keep this posture and don't move."

Seeing Zhong Cheng nodded, Stam released his hand, turned around and took out a small porcelain bottle from the wooden box, and then opened the cork. After the cork was opened, a refreshing fragrance suddenly floated out of the small porcelain bottle, which made people feel refreshed just by smelling it. Stam picked up the small porcelain bottle, moved it to the top of Zhong Cheng's wound, and then tilted the mouth of the bottle slightly. A dark green agar flowed out of the bottle and poured it on Zhong Cheng's wound.

I don't know what the use of this agar is. In short, when it spilled on Zhong Cheng's wound, Zhong Cheng suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, and the pain had completely disappeared! Starm looked at Zhong Cheng's enjoyment, couldn't help smiling, quietly took back the small porcelain bottle, and then grabbed Wang Ruiyi's left hand with both hands and suddenly twisted it! With a click, the originally misplaced bone was picked up again at this moment. While the bones were connected, Stam quickly took out the gauze and splint from the wooden box, then skillfully put the splint on Wang Ruiyi's elbow and began to wrap the gauze and fix it.

According to theory, bone grafting should have been extremely painful, but at this time, Zhong Cheng still closed his eyes and did not feel any pain at all. The reason is still thanks to the agar in the small porcelain bottle. This agar is a medicine that Stam used 17 materials to prepare for painkillers. In addition to the effect of numbness, it can also accelerate the healing of wounds, which is very practical.