The old doctor finished his work, then felt Zhang Xiaoyu's pulse again.
"The patient's will is strong, and treatment came in time. His life has been saved, but he is crippled.
His lungs suffered severe damage. I'm afraid he won't be able to do strenuous work in the future."
Lin Feng, who had been examining Zhang Xiaoyu's wounds, abruptly raised his head. "Doctor, my brother still needs to practice martial arts. Being crippled won't do.
If there's a way, please tell me. Money is not a problem."
The old doctor stood with his hands behind his back, stroking his beard. "Young man, not every problem can be solved with money.
He can only save himself.
Unless he is an expert who can use Internal Energy to nourish the injury in his lungs before the arrow wound scars over, or unless he swallows a Great Demon Inner Core."
Lin Feng frowned deeply. Zhang Xiaoyu was no expert, and he had no ability to obtain a Great Demon's Inner Core for him.
"Sir, how long will it take for the arrow wound in his lungs to scar over?"
"Three months."
"Is there any other way?"
The old doctor shook his head. "There is no other way!"
Hearing that, Lin Feng could only sigh. First, he had to preserve his life.
The old doctor would not leave until Zhang Xiaoyu woke up.
Lin Feng went outside and called Sister-in-law Zhang in, telling her to keep an eye on Zhang Xiaoyu. He also had his wife, Zhou Chunlan, make the old doctor a pot of tea.
Lin Hu had bought a great deal of food, and Mother Lin was coaxing the children to eat in the side room.
Lin Hu and Zhou Haitao were also squatting in the courtyard, gnawing on braised beef.
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