Chapter 357: Going to My Place

Luo Zijun's speed was very fast.

Supported by extremely keen eyesight and a powerful Divine Sense, the needle and thread in his hands danced up and down and wove left and right between the severed fingers without a moment's pause; in an instant, he had reconnected all the blood, flesh, tendons, and bones inside, as well as the skin and flesh outside.

Then, he used strong liquor to wipe the wound.

Only then did he apply medicine and re-bandage it.

"Done."

He put away his things, preparing to leave.

Outside the window, it was already dark.

Having been busy all day, at this moment, his stomach was already growling with hunger.

Sun Laotou immediately blocked him and sneered, "Kid, by sewing his severed fingers back together with needle and thread like this, aren't you afraid the inside will rot and ruin his entire palm?"

Luo Zijun did not argue and said, "That is indeed a possibility."

Ahong, standing to the side, heard this, and her expression changed instantly.

Luo Zijun continued, "But treating an illness always carries some risks. If one is afraid to take risks, why bother asking a doctor to treat the illness? Just feed them some medicine, isn't that right?"

Sun Laotou sneered with his whole face, "Kid, according to my method of treatment, this person would only need to have those three fingers removed, and his life would be secure. But now, following your method, I fear that when the time comes, the remaining fingers and the entire palm will rot along with them, and in the end, I fear his life will be hard to save!"

Luo Zijun, while washing his hands in a basin, said, "What you say, Senior, is very reasonable, but as for me, I have always treated illnesses this way. If there is hope to save more, I will naturally try."

He stood up, glanced at the woman beside him, and said, "Of course, if the patient's family strongly demands that only the life be saved and nothing else matters, then I naturally have no objections."

"The needle and thread can be removed at any time; you decide for yourselves."

He said no more, wiped the water stains from his hands on his clothes, looked at Shui Wu to the side, and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to go home and eat."

Shui Wu was startled upon hearing this.

Go home? Eat?

Luo Zijun did not linger and walked out of the room.

Shui Wu also hurriedly said a word to the woman named Ahong and followed him out.

The two walked out of the small courtyard.

Luo Zijun turned his head to look at her and said, "Does Miss Shui Wu believe in my medical skills?"

Shui Wu nodded and said, "I believe."

She had seen with her own eyes how he had treated so many patients today and had even saved her father, so she naturally believed him very much.

Luo Zijun, however, said, "But I really was just forced into this, and I only have a superficial understanding of medical skills."

Shui Wu said, "Young Master Hua, there is no need to be modest. If you only have a superficial understanding, then other doctors cannot even be called doctors."

"Sigh..."

Luo Zijun could not help but sigh.

Why does no one believe me when I tell the truth!

"Let's go, let's go back and eat. I want to eat meat! Big fish and big meat! Good wine and good food!"

Shui Wu suddenly said, "Do you want to call a beauty to keep you company as well?"

Luo Zijun's footsteps paused, and he turned to look at her, saying, "Miss Shui Wu, what do you mean by that?"

Shui Wu said coldly, "You know in your heart what I mean. Those companions of yours all call you a playboy. What, do you want to deny it?"

Luo Zijun looked strange and said, "Why would I deny it? I am a playboy, after all."

Shui Wu snorted coldly and said, "Then why did you ask me what I meant with such an angry look?"

Luo Zijun said, "Of course I'm angry. I'm going back to eat, does Miss Shui Wu not intend to eat with me?"

Shui Wu was stunned for a moment and said, "I..."

"Since Miss Shui Wu is eating with me, why mention calling another beauty to keep me company? Isn't Miss Shui Wu a living, breathing beauty herself? In front of Miss Shui Wu, who else on this Milong Island would dare call themselves a beauty? Is Miss Shui Wu looking down on herself, or looking down on this Young Master?"

Luo Zijun said with an angry look.

"..."

Shui Wu opened her mouth, her face instantly turning bright red, her azure eyes glaring at him, and she snorted coldly, "Slick-tongued, you really are a playboy!"

"Hmph!"

She snorted again and walked quickly in front, her high ponytail bouncing lightly in the moonlight.

Luo Zijun followed behind and lamented, "In this day and age, does one get scolded even for telling the truth?"

Shui Wu ignored him and walked even faster.

At the same time.

In the room they had just left, Ahong looked at her husband who had woken up on the bed and told him about the treatment that had just taken place.

Fengzi looked blankly at his three fingers that had been sewn together with needle and thread, his consciousness not yet fully clear.

Sun Laotou had not yet left and was packing up his Medicine Chest nearby.

Ahong felt hesitant and could only look to him for help, saying, "Doctor Sun, if Fengzi's fingers are sewn like this, will it really rot the entire palm and endanger his life? If that is truly the case, we will remove the needle, thread, and severed fingers right now."

Between a complete hand and a life, she naturally had to choose life.

Who would have thought that Sun Laotou, who had been temperamental and constantly cursing just a moment ago, was now extremely calm. Upon hearing this, he glanced at the patient on the bed and said, "Don't remove them yet; wait until after tonight. Tomorrow we will be able to see if the flesh inside is rotting. If it is rotting, it won't be too late to remove them tomorrow."

Ahong was stunned, and just as she was about to ask something else, Sun Laotou had already shouldered his Medicine Chest and walked out of the room.