Chapter 143 His very likely disability, his fall
If Mo Bingbing says good things next, it means that Nan Chengcheng's good fate has been changed.
If Mo Bingbing announces something bad next, it means that the worst of Nan Chengcheng's three fates has been replaced."
Previously, Yu Lingling had calculated Nan Chengcheng's fortune, and Nan Chengcheng had three destinies.
It seems like it was her destiny, and anyone who knows how to tell fortunes can tell that her four pillars are pure Yin, her eight characters contain hidden officials, and she is doomed to be in trouble with the gods of misfortune and bad luck. She is unlucky and unlucky with men, so she is destined to be childless and her old age will be very miserable.
The other two fate charts are hidden and cannot be seen by ordinary fortune-telling. These two fate charts were filled in by people with great merit in the Xuanmen who spent their merits and prayed to the gods above.
First, there are two guardian gods on the shoulders, one is a lucky god, the other is a stable god, with enough food and clothing, a lot of money, and a happy family. Therefore, she will be lucky and prosperous in marriage.
Secondly, if one enters the Taoist sect, he or she can become famous throughout the world, but he or she will be without a spouse or children and will die unexpectedly, but after death one can be reborn.
"Try again." Jing Junzhuo's eyes revealed a hint of persistence that could not be questioned.
Yu Lingling accepted the money and made a solemn promise. If something went wrong, it would be difficult for her to refuse.
He lit another incense stick and closed his eyes.
A moment later, she fainted in front of Jing Junzhuo and fell heavily to the ground.
Jing Junzhuo cursed, "Bad luck!"
He turned around and wanted to leave, but after a moment of contemplation, he picked up Yu Lingling again and groaned, "It's so damn heavy!"
He still needs this person, so he should send her to the hospital first and make sure she doesn't die. If she dies, no one can help him.
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Military Hospital,
Zhan Hengyi is undergoing a bone imaging examination using advanced medical equipment.
These advanced equipment are all imported from abroad. None of the domestic Ren Ai Hospitals have such advanced medical examination equipment.
"Young Marshal!" The chief doctor pushed the frame of his glasses with a serious expression.
"If you have something to say, tell it. Don't hide it."
"The gunshot wound to your left arm damaged the nerves in your elbow. The bone will heal with some care, but there's a 99% chance the damaged nerves won't. Your left arm will lose sensitivity, making it difficult to exert force. You might even lose the ability to clench your left hand. Over time, it might even atrophy."
Zhan Hengyi's body suddenly froze, and the air seemed to freeze slightly.
His handsome face showed no emotion, except for his dark and cold eyes, which were faintly flashing with a dark light that was impossible to see through.
"Yeah." He responded calmly, his emotions stable, "Don't tell anyone."
"Yes, Young Marshal." The chief doctor thought for a moment and said, "Don't charge into the front lines on the battlefield anymore. It's very dangerous."
"It's okay. I've seen many soldiers on the battlefield winning battles even though they had a broken arm.
Fortunately, I have a left arm and fortunately I am not left-handed, I hold the gun with my right hand.
I need to change the dressing and go to the Defense Department." The Defense Department is Zhan Hengyi's administrative office building.
The chief physician was stunned after hearing what Zhan Hengyi said.
He couldn't help but feel admiration in his heart. The young marshal was a dozen years younger than him, only in his early twenties.
If an ordinary person suddenly found out that his left arm was disabled, he would definitely collapse, especially since the young marshal was a commander in battle.
For such a person, losing an arm is a huge matter, but he remained calm and stable.
Oh, he really admires the young marshal.
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Zhan Hengyi changed his medicine and left the military hospital, with Adjutant Xu driving.
Zhan Hengyi lowered his eyes and looked at his left arm. He moved his hand slightly, wanting to hold it tightly, but he couldn't do it.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He felt empty inside, not because he was afraid of not being able to go to the battlefield, but because he was worried that his left arm could no longer carry her, that he could no longer pull her into his arms and forcefully kiss her, that he could no longer hold her tightly in his arms when she was down and sad.
How can the strength of one arm be the same as the strength of two arms!
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