Chapter 312 Don't worry about him

  The blue sky is clear, like a sapphire that has been washed clean, shining.

  Autumn is high and the sun is shining, making the glazed tiles of the palace seem to be smeared with oil.

   "The queen mother, good news! Your brother has woke up."

   "Really? That's great! Which famous doctor saved the brother of Ai's family, I must be very grateful."

   said the empress dowager excitedly.

   "The slave slave doesn't know the specific situation yet, and she needs to send someone to visit again." Mother Zhang replied.

   "That's not hurry to go."

   "Yes."

  Grandma Zhang rushed to investigate immediately, and at this moment Feng Shao had returned to Feng Mansion.

   "It's really mad at me too! If the wicked girl comes back, let me know immediately, have you heard it clearly?"

After Feng Shao returned, he immediately ordered the guards at the door.

  The Chu Family gave Feng Qianwei the Flying Cloud Order, but an incredible treasure, if he can control it, then he can use all of the Chu Family's commercial resources.

  At that time, he still needs to rely on Master Feng? Do you still need to look at the face of Old Man Feng?

  Not to worry about his life or death.

   "Yes! Master!"

  The guard of the Wind Mansion nodded hurriedly.

   "Be sure to keep an eye on it!"

  Feng Shao repeatedly exhorted.

   But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his right arm.

   provoked him, and took a breath on the spot, and Dou Da’s cold sweat directly seeped from his forehead.

  Even, his originally ruddy face turned pale.

   "Weird, how can the arm sting so much?"

  Feng Shao clutched his stinging arm, and suddenly felt confused.

  The tingling is not an ordinary pain on the surface, but a tingling inside the arm, as if there is a needle in the bone of the arm.

   "Patriarch! Are you okay?"

  The guard at the door saw Feng Shao's sudden weakness, and immediately asked with concern.

   "Perhaps the action was too hurried, it shouldn't matter."

Feng Shao waved his hand, smiled and shook his head.

  However, he swayed the stinging arm, and the stinging sensation suddenly became stronger, as if he was about to break his arm all at once.

"what……"

  Feng Shao was shaking with pain and involuntarily squatted down on the spot.

   "Patriarch!"

   "How are you, Patriarch?"

  The guards exclaimed again and again.

   "First...send me back to the house, please come and see the doctor."

  Feng Shao took a short break at the door, and saw that the terrible tingling of his arm had not been relieved by half, so he could only say that.

  However, he was still confused.

  What the **** is the tingling in this arm?

  When it comes to twisting your hand, it doesn’t seem to be such a painful method!

  About Mo Chazhan Kungfu, a gray-haired old man was invited into Feng Shao’s house by the guards of the Feng Mansion.

  "Doctor, please help me see it. I don’t know what's wrong with this arm. Suddenly it stings so hard that I can’t move it. The more I move it, the more painful it becomes."

Feng Shao wiped his forehead with a cold sweat and said.

  "When was Patriarch Feng injured?"

  The white-haired old man asked while taking out the medical equipment.

   "Injured? No injury! There was neither a knock, nor a collision, nor was it stabbed by any sword strength."

  Feng Shao is very sure.

   "Let me see!"

  The white-haired old man nodded to express understanding, and grabbed Feng Shao's arm to look at it.

   "Pain... pain, pain..."

  As soon as the white-haired old man grabbed Feng Shao's arm, Feng Shao yelled directly.

  'S face was a little pale, but it was a little scary.

   "Have such pain? Could it be that you accidentally sprained your bones?"

  The white-haired old man was surprised, and quickly put Feng Shao's arm down and began to pulse.

   "It's like a needle in your arm, it's not like the pain of spraining a bone!"

  Feng Shao shook his head.

   "That's weird, everything is normal from the pulse condition!"

  The white-haired old man took the pulse and suddenly exclaimed.

  Even he himself did not believe in such a result.

  After all, if it were normal, Feng Shao would not be so painful.

   But if you say it’s not normal, how can you not see the slightest hint of your pulse?

  (End of this chapter)