The next morning, the old man came early, and the temple was cleaned up because Tang Ning and others were free medical treatment here. Today, they specially arranged a single bed to lie flat and had a screen to isolate it.

"My little master, I'm here." The old man said, and walked in with some trepidation.

"I'll tell you first."

Tang Ning looked at the old man and said, "If you want to treat it, you have to leave the tumor on your face to clean it. I will use anesthetics during the process, and you will lose consciousness and fall asleep. After doing it, you have to stay here for two days to observe. If you think it is OK, then we can start at any time. If you don't want to do it, you can leave."

When the old man heard this, his face turned pale: "Cut, cut it down? Can this thing on his face be cut down? Can I still survive after cutting it?"

"You will naturally be able to survive if you cut it off. If you don't, you won't live long." Tang Ning said, watching his face change and change, and did not urge him to think clearly.

"Can you really live? I'm a little worried!" the old man couldn't help but say.

"Can live." Tang Ning gave a certain sentence.

When the old man heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, the old man believes in the little master." After all, so many people have been here for treatment these days, and they have been cured.

"Xiaoyou, find a few people to guard the door, and prepare some clean water in. Xiaohe, give him the boiled ones to drink." Tang Ning explained, signaling the two to prepare.

"Yes." The two responded and quickly divided the work and started working together.

After about half a stick of incense, Tang Ning walked into the back of the screen, and the old man had already lie down and fell asleep. At this time, Tang Ning cleaned his hands and stepped forward, took out the knife from the space, and said to Zeppelhe who was beside him: "Look at it seriously."

"Yes." Zeppel responded and started to attack.

The people queuing outside the temple heard that the person who was treating Lao Huang with a lump on his face today was waiting outside, and they were talking: "You guys say, can that thing on Lao Huang's face be cured?"

"I don't think it's possible. It's said that that piece of meat comes from, right? And it's been so many years since then? I haven't heard that that thing can cure it."

"But those little masters are very skilled in medical skills, maybe they can be cured not necessarily!"

"You might know if you wait."

People outside were waiting. As time passed by little by little, they saw that there was still no movement in the temple. They couldn't help but look at it. Unfortunately, they couldn't see anything.

In the temple, behind the screen, Zeppelhe's heart was shocked and his mood was also extremely ups and downs. It was the first time he saw someone sewing his skin and flesh with an embroidery needle.

The old man lying on the bed was still asleep, as if he was ignorant of pain, but the lump on his face had been cut off. Seeing his master finish the final steps and wash his hands, he also retreated.

"Master, is this OK?" His throat tightened a little. He felt shocked when he saw such a healing technique for the first time.

"Well, he will wake up after the anesthetics, but I gave him an injection so that he would not move randomly after waking up." Tang Ning said, wiping his hands and tidying up the tools and putting them into the space. Then he looked at him and asked, "Have you seen it clearly?"

"See clearly." He nodded and said.
Chapter completed!