Mages Are Too OP

There are a lot of noisy sounds in the ward, but there seems to be a strange sense of silence in the two-person room.

After a while, Jin Wenwen lightly clutched her chest and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"I was stabbed in the waist, and then my right hand was chopped off." Roland stared at Jin Wenwen's eyes: "He lost too much blood and is still being rescued."

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

Then she asked: "You came to tell me about this, in addition to the meaning of notification, do you still want to ask if this matter has anything to do with me?"

Roland shook his head: "I don't think so, Qi Shaoqiu's father seemed to have said just now that this matter has something to do with him. I just tell you that Qi Shaoqiu is injured."

Jin Wenwen pursed her lips: "When the result comes out, just let me know. My phone number is XXXXXXX, remember it."

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

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

The scent is getting weaker.

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

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

Time passed slowly.

No one speaks.

Because of the tension and anxiety, everyone in the Qi family sweated a lot, but they were not even in the mood to take a sip of water.

More than five hours later, the emergency room was finally opened. Two nurses pushed the surgical cart and walked out. Qi Shaoqiu slept unconscious on it, with an oxygen tube inserted into his nostrils.

Mother Qi and Xisha immediately followed behind the surgical cart.

Mother Qi asked anxiously, "Nurse, how is my son?"

"It's okay for now. I'll send him to the intensive care unit for two or three days to see the situation, and then transfer him to the general ward when his condition is stable."

As soon as these words came out, the four people's hanging hearts were relieved.

Mother Qi and Xisha immediately followed the surgery cart.

Father Qi and Roland stayed.

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

"Yes, yes." Father Qi nodded again and again.

"Your son was seriously injured, his arm was chopped off, he lost a lot of blood, his left back was pierced, and he directly pierced his kidney. The wound was very large, and there was a large amount of blood accumulated in the 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 it's not big." The middle-aged doctor smiled and said: "A normal person has two kidneys, and it will not affect life if one is removed, let alone only half."

Father Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

"We have already helped him retrieve his right arm." The middle-aged surgeon doctor continued: "I have to say, he is very lucky, whether it is the hemostatic bandage of white gauze, or wrapping the broken arm with plastic wrap, and then refrigerating it. The decision to make is very professional. I have performed similar operations for nearly a hundred times. This is the first time I have seen ordinary people with such professional first aid methods. Your son can survive, which has a lot to do with these two things, otherwise he will lose blood early. If he dies, even if he dies without blood loss, if there is no one to help him refrigerate and keep his severed arm alive, the arm may not be able to be received so smoothly on such a hot day."

It's all "good" news, Father Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

Roland was also relieved.

Then he and Qi's father rushed to the door of the ICU, but were blocked outside, and outsiders were not allowed to enter.

The head nurse in charge of the place even said: "Go back, you don't have to worry about anything when you enter the ICU, you won't be able to help if 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."

It makes sense to say so, but the relatives are lying in the intensive care unit, still in a coma, if there is a little family affection, they will feel uneasy, not to mention going back to sleep, and 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 Sword Art Museum to help you deal with the things there, and call me if you have anything."

Xisha nodded lightly.

In terms of "entry" time, Roland is a senior brother. In terms of strength, Roland has even surpassed Qi Shaoqiu, and there is no problem with being a senior brother.

After all, it is a traditional swordsmanship hall, and there are still many people willing to listen to Roland's 'big brother'.

Therefore, it is a very rational decision for him to deal with the current Sword Art Museum.

Roland nodded to Qi's parents and then left the hospital.

After Roland left, Mother Qi turned her head and asked Xisha, "This is Huang Wenwei that you and Shaoqiu often mentioned?"

Roland's real name is Huang Wenwei.

Xisha continued to nod.

"People are okay. If something goes wrong, I'm willing to help bring people here. I'm still busy. The first aid deposit money is also paid by him."

Xisha said softly: "If it wasn't for his help, I would have been in such a hurry, I don't know what to do."

Father Qi sighed, if his son was still in the intensive care unit, and his daughter found a good man, he would have laughed out loud.

Now, in this situation, I can only sigh: "Nice boy, I will communicate more in the future."

Xisha bowed his head slightly: "Let's talk about other things when Big Brother wakes up."

Roland swept a shared bicycle outside the hospital, and then stepped all the way back to the swordsmanship hall.

At this time, the atmosphere in the Sword Art Museum was quite strange.

More than 20 students gathered together, pointing at the pool of black blood that had solidified from time to time, with different expressions, some surprised, some gloated, and some simply 'laughing'.

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

People are floating!

It's strange if it doesn't float. The teacher is seriously injured, and I don't know if I live or die. Can this sword technique be taught?

After Roland entered the cement site, many people found him, and the students immediately gathered around and asked Qi Shaoqiu's situation at a high rate.

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

After all, we all know each other, and in the absence of actual conflicts of interest, we always hope that others can be safe.

But one kind of rice raises a hundred kinds of people, and there are always people with different ideas.

"Elder Brother..." A man who looked about nineteen years old shouted yin and yang: "Master Qi has been seriously injured, even if he recovers well, he has broken his arm, and 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?"

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

Many students were relieved.

This group of students came here earlier to learn swordsmanship, so they have all seen the scene of Roland and Qi Shaoqiu sparring, and they know that Roland's strength is now higher than Qi Shaoqiu.

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

But one-third of the people don't know about it.

After all, for more than half a year, Roland has rarely come to the Sword Art Museum.

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

Even if he came, he would just eat breakfast made by Xisha, and then watch a few basic friends feed and learn from each other, and he hardly played much.

So these people don't quite know his strength.

Because of ignorance, there will always be things that make people speechless, and this third of people will start to coax.

"I heard that you are just a student, so what are you pretending to be, do we even have to pay you a fee?"

"I heard that you are more powerful than Master Qi, why don't you open a swordsmanship hall by yourself? It's not the idea of ​​hitting Xisha by hanging around here."

"I don't want to study anymore, can you help refund the tuition?"

Six people, saying such words, attacked Roland.

They surrounded Roland, not because they wanted to beat people, but simply to increase their momentum and make their words more shocking.

Listening to their words, other students who didn't have many ideas at first also began to move around.

I want to get a refund and leave.

Roland swept the six people around and said, "You newcomers can indeed refund the tuition to you, the full amount, but we have to keep the money for the protective gear. After all, it costs money to make protective gear."

"How much is a set of protective gear?" A young man took a breath of cigarette and spit it out, and asked in a local way: "It won't cost 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, and then the tuition 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 fees for the Sword Art Museum are now quite flexible. It can be paid in installments, one payment per month. There are six instalments, twelve instalments, and thirty instalments. It's no longer the same as before, all at once.

"I want it now, okay?" The person smoking a cigarette asked with a smile: "We have three people here who paid the full amount, and the other four have also paid several installments. You estimate that for six people, it is 100,000 yuan. You have That much money?"

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

"Of course I'm going to retire." The smoking young man blew a smoke ring and said, "What's the use of this knife-breaking technique, if you learn it, you'll be stabbed casually, and you won't have the ability to resist at all."

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

The smoking young man sneered twice, crossed his chest with both hands, raised one hand slightly, and held the cigarette that was about to be smoked between his fingers: "Master Qi can hit six ordinary people, I believe, but he is in the hospital, now you have to teach us , can you hit six? I don't believe it!"

"Try." Roland smiled.

"Then give it a try." The young man Nayan laughed: "But I don't need a Miao Dao, I use a straight sword, you should have it here."

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

"Afraid of being beaten and injured by the group?" asked the smoking young man.

"I'm afraid that it will be too heavy and you will be maimed."

Looking at Roland's confident and somewhat arrogant expression, the young man suddenly had a bad feeling.

The other students immediately showed their expressions of watching the show.

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

It hurts to hit people with wooden knives. Although there are protective gear, it still hurts.

The students standing around looked at Roland with admiration on their faces. Originally, they had already thought of dropping out, but now they have all given up.

Several people put on protective gear, selected weapons, and warmed up for 14 minutes.

It only took less than a minute for Roland to beat them.

The knife is fast and heavy.

But he didn't even sweat.

Learn swordsmanship from such a master and earn it!

What tuition is refunded?

PS: After uploading, I found out that the chapter number is wrong. Sorry, I can't change it, unless I find an editor.