Mages Are Too OP

There were a lot of noisy sounds in the ward, but there seemed to be a strange sense of silence between the two.

For a while, Jin Wenwen gently clutched her chest and asked: "What the hell is going on?"

"I was stabbed in the waist, and then his right hand was chopped off again." Roland stared at Jin Wenwen's eyes firmly: "Blood loss is too much, still in the rescue."

Jin Wenwen herself was half lying on the bed. After hearing this, she wanted to get up, but her chest hurts and immediately fell back by herself.

Then she asked: "You have come to tell me about this. In addition to the notice, do you still want to ask if this matter is related to me."

Roland shook his head: "Without this thought, Qi Shaoqiu's father seemed to have just said that this matter has something to do with him. I'm just telling you that Qi Shaoqiu was injured."

Jin Wenwen pursed her mouth: "When the result comes out later, just let me know, my mobile number is XXXXXXX, remember."

After Roland took down her number, he left the ward.

After a while, Jin Wenwen's eye circles began to turn red.

The temperament became weaker and weaker.

When Roland returned to the emergency room, the Qi family nodded slightly when they saw him.

The atmosphere was very dull. Qi's father took the cigarette out and held it in his hand. He wanted to smoke but didn't dare to smoke it. He was afraid that the smell of smoke would float inside, which would affect the performance of the chief surgeon and harm his son.

Time passed slowly.

No one speaks.

Because of tension and anxiety, everyone in the Qi family sweats a lot, but they are not even in the mood to drink a sip of water.

After more than five hours, the emergency room finally opened. Two nurses pushed the surgical carts and walked out. Qi Shaoqiu slept on it unconsciously, with oxygen tubes in his nostrils.

Qi Mu and Xisha immediately followed the surgery cart.

Mother Qi asked urgently: "Nurse, how is my son?"

"There is nothing wrong for the time being, I will send him to the intensive care unit for two or three days to see the situation, and then transfer to the general ward when his condition stabilizes.

As soon as these words came out, the hanging hearts of the four were all let go.

Qi Mu and Xisha immediately followed the operation cart.

Qi's father and Roland stayed.

Then the middle-aged chief surgeon who walked out of the emergency room asked Qi's father, "You should be Qi Shaoqiu's father."

"Yes, yes." Qi's father nodded repeatedly.

"Your son was seriously injured. His arm was chopped off, he lost a lot of blood, his left back was pierced, and the kidney was pierced directly. The wound was very large, and there was a lot of blood in his abdomen. We cleaned up the coagulation. After the blood, half of the bad kidney on his left had to be removed."

Father Qi's expression trembled: "What negative impact will this have on him in the future?"

"The impact will definitely be a little, but not big." The middle-aged doctor smiled and said: "A normal person has two kidneys. Cutting one of them will not affect their lives, let alone only half of them."

Father Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

"We have helped him retrieve his right arm." The middle-aged chief surgeon continued: "I have to say that he is very lucky, whether it is the hemostatic bandaging technique of white gauze or wrapping the broken arm with plastic wrap and refrigerating it. I have performed similar operations nearly a hundred times. It’s the first time I saw an ordinary person with such a professional first aid technique. Your son’s survival has a lot to do with these two things, otherwise he would lose blood early. If he died, even if he died without blood loss, if no one helps him refrigerate and keep the broken arm active, the arm may not be able to receive so smoothly on such a hot day."

Qi's father breathed a sigh of relief when it was considered'good' news.

Roland was also relieved.

Then he and Qi's father rushed to the entrance of the ICU, but they were blocked outside and no outsiders were allowed to enter.

The head nurse in charge even said: "Go back, you don’t need to take care of anything after you enter the ICU. You can't help you stay here. It's better to go back and rest. Just keep the phone open 24 hours a day. We will notify you to come over."

It makes sense to say that, but the relatives are lying in the intensive care unit and are still in a coma. Anyone who is a little affectionate will feel uneasy. Let alone go back to sleep, they don't even dare to go far.

The Qi family did not go home, but went to the waiting room to sit and rest.

Roland said to Xisha, "I'll go back to the swordsmanship hall and help you deal with things there. If you have anything to do, call me."

Xisha nodded gently.

In terms of simply'introductory' time, Roland is a big brother, in terms of strength, Roland has even surpassed Qi Shaoqiu, and there is no problem in being a big brother.

After all, it is a traditional swordsmanship hall, Roland, this'big brother', still has many people willing to listen.

Therefore, it was a very rational decision for him to deal with the current swordsmanship.

Roland nodded to his father and mother, and then left the hospital.

After Roland left, Mother Qi turned to ask Xisha, "This is the Huang Wenwei you and Shaoqiu often mentioned?"

Roland's real name is Huang Wenwei.

Xi Sha continued to nod.

"The person is okay. If something happens, I'm willing to help send people there. I'm still busy. The first aid deposit money is also paid by him."

Xi Sha said softly: "If it weren't for his help, I would have been in a hurry and don't know what to do."

Qi's father sighed. If his son was still in the intensive care unit and his daughter found a good man, he would definitely laugh out loud.

In this situation, I can only sigh: "Nice young man, we will have more contacts in the future."

Xi Sha lowered his head slightly: "Let's talk about other things when Big Brother wakes up."

Roland scanned the shared bicycle outside the hospital, then stepped back all the way back to the surgery hall.

At this time, the atmosphere in the swordsmanship hall was quite strange.

More than twenty students gathered together, pointing at the pool of solidified black blood from time to time, with different expressions, surprises, gloating for misfortunes, and simple ridicule.

Of course, about half of them have worried expressions on their faces.

People's hearts are floating!

It's weird if you don't float, the teacher is seriously injured, and you don't know the life or death, can this sword art be taught?

After Roland entered the concrete field, many people found him, and the students immediately gathered around and asked Qi Shaoqiu about Qi Shaoqiu's situation.

After hearing Qi Shaoqiu's situation temporarily stabilized, many people were relieved.

After all, we all know each other, and when there is no real conflict of interest, we always hope that others will be safe.

But one kind of rice raises hundreds of people, and there are always some people who have different ideas.

"Big brother..." a man of about nineteen years old cried out with yin and yang, "Master Qi is seriously injured. Even if he is well, he has broken his arm. It is estimated that he will not be able to teach us in the future. Can you help us? Xiang Xisha asked, can this tuition be refunded, and how much can it be refunded?"

"Qi Shaoqiu's hand has been connected, and it is estimated that he will be able to come back to teach you again within a month or two." Roland looked at the students around the circle and said, "During this time, I will be your teacher."

Many students were relieved.

This group of students came here earlier to learn sword art, so they have all seen Roland and Qi Shaoqiu playing together, and they know that Roland's strength is now higher than Qi Shaoqiu's.

Of course I am happy to hear that he is willing to take over and continue teaching.

But one-third of the people do not know this.

After all, in the past six months or so, Roland has rarely visited the Swordsmanship Hall.

He spends most of his time meditating at home, learning Taoist health techniques, and exercising his mental power.

Even if it came, it was just the breakfast made by Xisha, and then watching a few friends feed each other and learn from each other, hardly playing.

So these people don't know his strength.

Because of ignorance, they always do things that make people speechless, and these one-third of people start to booze.

"I heard that you are just a student, so what kind of pretense, do we even have to pay you?"

"I heard that you are better than Master Qi, so why don't you open a swordsmanship hall yourself, mixing here, isn't it the idea of ​​hitting Xisha?"

"I don't want to learn anymore, can you help withdraw the tuition?"

The six people said these words and attacked Roland.

They surrounded Roland in a circle. It wasn't that they wanted to beat people, but simply wanted to increase their momentum and make their words more shocking.

After listening to them, other students who didn't have much thoughts at first began to move around.

Want to refund and leave.

Roland scanned the six people around and said, "You newcomers can indeed refund the tuition fee to you, the full amount, but we have to keep the money for the protective gear. After all, making protective gear requires a cost."

"How much is a set of protective gear?" A young man took a mouthful of cigarettes and then vomited it out, and he asked casually, "It won't be ten to twenty thousand, and then the tuition fee will not be refunded to us, hahaha ."

"Not much, only a thousand." Roland smiled: "Some of you pay in installments. You should know how much money you can get back."

Under Roland's suggestion, the charges for the Swordsmanship Hall are now quite flexible. They can be paid in installments, one payment a month, and there are six installments, twelve installments, and thirty installments.No longer like before, all at once.

"I want it now, okay?" The smoker asked with a smile: "We have three people here who pay the full amount, and the other four have paid several installments. You estimate that six people are worth 100,000 yuan. Is that much money?"

Roland smiled slightly: "Of course, so, are you sure you want a refund?"

"Of course I have to retire." The smoking young man vomited a ring of smoke and said, "What is the use of this Miao-Miao Knife technique? I was stabbed casually, and I didn't have the ability to resist."

"That was a sneak attack, positive words...Don't say two people, even if you six go together, you are not Qi Shaoqiu's opponent."

The smoking young man sneered twice, folded his hands on his chest, raised one hand slightly, fingers that were about to finish smoking cigarettes: "Master Qi can beat six ordinary people, I believe, but he is in the hospital, now you want to teach us , Can you play six? I don't believe it!"

"Try it." Roland smiled.

"Then try it." The young man with cigarette chuckled, "But I don't need a Miao knife. I want to use a straight sword. You should have one here."

Roland froze for a while, then smiled happily, as if seeing the prey: "There are in the warehouse. Before the game, we have to put on wooden protective gear."

"Afraid of being injured by a gang fight?" the smoking young man asked.

"I'm afraid the heavy hand will beat you up."

The young man looked at Roland's confident and somewhat arrogant expression, and suddenly felt an unpleasant feeling.

And the other students suddenly showed an expression of watching the show.

About fifteen minutes later, six people were lying on the concrete ground, howling and rolling around.

It is painful to hit people with wooden knives. Although there is protective gear, it is still painful.

The students standing around looked at Roland with a look of admiration. They had originally thought of dropping out, but now they all dismissed it.

Several people wore protective gear, selected weapons, and spent 14 minutes warming up.

It took Roland less than a minute to beat them up.

The knife is fast and heavy.

But he didn't even sweat.

Learn the sword technique from such a master and earn it!

What kind of tuition is refunded?