Chapter 2055
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Zhang Feng frowned and glanced at Zhangsun Chong, "Bug, go and find a doctor."
Zhangsun Chong nodded and was about to leave when a big man came and held him down. Then he looked at Zhang Feng, "Master, Chen Shaoye's hand is fine. I can see it."
The person who spoke was He Quan. He had seen everything clearly. Although he knew what was wrong with Cheng Chumo, he did not go forward because he was just guessing. Now that he saw Cheng Chumo's arm, he was sure that there was a problem.
Zhang Feng glanced at He Quan and asked with a serious face, "You can read it? Are you a doctor? "
Although Tie Niu was not a good person, he was still his brother. He could not give his hand to others. Even if the person was a guard in the mansion, it was not a problem to ask for details.
He Quan seemed to know what the master was thinking and smiled awkwardly, "Master, I am not a doctor, but I know that Chen Shaoye's hand was just twisted. There is no need to find a doctor. Maybe we can find a doctor who is not good at medicine. Chen Shaoye's hand will be ruined."
"Ah …"
Cheng Chumo's face changed and he pulled He Quan with his left hand. He said excitedly, "Take a look at my hand."
Zhang Feng let go of his hand suspiciously. He remembered that this guy did not know any medicine. How could he be so good at it? But it was not the time to think about it. It was more important to let He Quan treat Cheng Chumo's hand.
He Quan took Cheng Chumo and rubbed his hand. Then he suddenly pulled. Cheng Chumo screamed like a pig being slaughtered and then he calmed down.
"Master, it's done."
He Quan shook Cheng Chumo's hand and then looked at Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng could not answer and Zhangsun Chong asked with confusion, "That's it? That's it? "
He Quan nodded and said, "Chen Shaoye just twisted his hand. We just need to adjust his bones. We often encountered such situations when we were doing push-ups and we always used this method."
Zhang Feng was suddenly enlightened. It turned out that this guy knew the truth through practice. Previously, when he was doing push-ups, he even twisted his wrist. How could he not know? Just as she was about to ask, Cheng Chumo spoke, "My hand doesn't seem to hurt anymore."
As he spoke, Cheng Chumo even swung his hand. His face was filled with joy. However, this guy's strength was a little too strong. Perhaps it was because of the tug, but it made a pig's cry.
"Are you alright?"
Zhang Feng looked at Cheng Chumo with concern.
"It should be fine now."
Cheng Chumo rubbed his arm and looked at He Quan. "Thank you."
He Quan chuckled. "No need to thank me. This is what I should do."
With that, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Zhang Feng hurriedly said, "Wait."
He Quan turned around and looked at Zhang Feng. He said respectfully, "Master, what else can I do for you?"
Zhang Feng glanced at He Quan and said with appreciation, "I didn't know you twisted your hand before. Go to the accountant and get some money as compensation."
He Quan didn't reply, but the guards behind him couldn't suppress the joy in their hearts. One by one, they jumped high and shouted that their master was wise. In their opinion, their master was already magnanimous by doing this training. Now, he was even giving them money. This was simply a saintly figure.
Zhang Feng, on the other hand, did not think much of it. He was originally from the later generations and did not have such a strong division of social classes. He only said indifferently, "Everyone, don't be happy. This is just a simple reward. Continue training."
After that, he looked at Cheng Chumo and smiled. "I just told you to be careful. Are you okay now? Your hand is still like this. "
Cheng Chumo had always had a fearless temperament, so he naturally didn't care about the injury on his hand. He smiled and said, "This injury is nothing. Let's go eat hotpot."
With that, he put his left hand on Zhangsun's shoulder and looked indifferent.
Zhang Feng shook his head. He wanted to say something, but when he saw this guy's appearance, he stopped.
The group of people came to the hall. The fragrance of the hotpot was already floating in the air. A group of servants was busy in the hall.
"Master, the hotpot and wine are ready."
Du Ziteng bowed to Zhang Feng.
Before Zhang Feng could reply, Cheng Chumo was already sitting around the table. He picked up a pair of chopsticks with his left hand and put food into the pot. However, this guy was right-handed and his right hand was injured. His left hand did not seem to listen to him. He picked up the food and ran away. It was very funny.
Zhangsun smiled and strode forward. "Tie Niu, you're destined to not eat hotpot. Watch Lao Tzu."
With that, he picked up a plate of beef and put it into the pot.
Cheng Chumo naturally did not want to be outdone. He glared at Zhangsun and poured the food into the pot with his left hand.
Looking at these guys, Zhang Feng was speechless. He wanted to leave quickly and meet up with these guys. In the end, these guys started fighting among themselves.
He walked to the table with a face full of anger. "Can you guys stop for a while? This is hotpot, not a fight. "
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