Chapter 764 Acai took two steps.

"Of course I can't stand it. I'm going to settle accounts with him now!" The man with the Buddhist beads rolled up his sleeves and was about to leave. The curly-haired woman quickly grabbed him.

"Are you stupid? Don't you think about your status? Why do you have to do this kind of thing yourself? Can't you just spend some money to find a few people to beat him up?"

"Yes, wife, you are so smart!"

"Stop flattering me. Make a phone call quickly. What if that guy swells up after he leaves?"

"Okay, okay, I'll beat him now..."

After reaching the end of the corridor, Fang Ye finally found the real owner. The customer was a middle-aged man with a cane. His left leg was wrapped in a thick bandage, which was obviously broken. There was also a simple-looking golden retriever squatting next to him.

Fang Ye handed him the milk tea: "This is your takeaway, I wish you a happy meal, bye!"

"Wait a minute, bro, I need to go to the toilet, can you help me watch the dog first?" The middle-aged man suddenly called him.

"No problem, go ahead."

"Okay, okay, I'll be back soon!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, take your time, don't fall!"

"Oh, bro, you are so nice..."

After the middle-aged man left, Fang Ye and the golden retriever started to stare at each other.

"Strange, this dog doesn't seem to be sick?" He observed for a while and found that the golden retriever didn't look sick at all, and immediately felt very strange.

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man finally came back, and Fang Ye asked the question in his heart: "Brother, what's wrong with your golden retriever?"

"Just like me, its front leg is injured." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, "It walks with a limp now."

Fang Ye asked in confusion: "Its front leg is injured? Why can't I see it?"

"You're not a veterinarian, of course you can't see it!" The middle-aged man shouted at the golden retriever, "Acai, get up and walk a few steps!"

The golden retriever was smart and clever. After hearing what his owner said, he immediately stood up and started walking. Sure enough, one of its front legs walked very unnaturally.

Fang Ye believed it now: "So it really is lame. I was wrong. How did it get hurt?"

The middle-aged man said helplessly: "I don't know. It became like this not long after I broke its bone. It must have been injured in a fight with other dogs outside. I took it to two or three veterinary clinics and spent thousands of dollars, but it still couldn't be cured. I had to try my luck in the Second Hospital, but there are too many people. I guess I have to wait until noon today."

Fang Ye had an idea: "Brother, I actually know a little about bone surgery. How about I help it first?"

His idea was simple. If he cured the golden retriever's lame leg, maybe it could trigger a special delivery!

"You're a delivery man, how can you be a doctor?" The middle-aged man looked at him suspiciously.

Fang Ye chuckled: "I know a little, I know a little!"

"Well, I'm free now anyway, so you can help Ah Cai." The middle-aged man hesitated for a while and agreed. Anyway, there would be no loss if he couldn't cure it, so he might as well let him try his luck.

Fang Ye squatted down and stretched out his hand to the golden retriever: "Ah Cai, let me see your foot."

The golden retriever seemed to be very familiar with this action and directly put his right paw on his hand.

Fang Ye shook his head: "Not this one, but the other one."

Although his spiritual healing technique can heal injuries by touching any part of the body, he has to do the whole show. It's impossible to touch the right leg to heal the left leg...

"Of course I can't stand it, I'm going to go over and settle the score with him!" The man with the Buddhist beads rolled up his sleeves and was about to leave, and the curly-haired woman quickly grabbed him.

"Are you stupid? Don't you think about your status? Why do you have to do this kind of thing yourself? Why don't you spend some money to find a few people to beat him up?"

"Yes, my wife, you are so smart!"

"Stop flattering me and make a phone call. What if that guy swells up after he leaves?"

"Okay, okay, I'll beat him up right away..."

After reaching the end of the corridor, Fang Ye finally found the real owner. The customer was a middle-aged man with crutches. His left leg was wrapped in a thick bandage, and it was obviously broken. There was also a simple-looking golden retriever squatting next to him.

Fang Ye handed him the milk tea: "This is your takeaway. I wish you a happy meal. Goodbye!"

"Wait a minute, buddy. I need to go to the toilet. Can you help me watch the dog first?" The middle-aged man suddenly stopped him.

"No problem, just go ahead."

"Okay, okay, I'll be right back!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, take your time, don't fall!"

"Oh, brother, you're so kind..."

After the middle-aged man left, Fang Ye and the golden retriever started staring at each other.

"Strange, this dog doesn't seem to have any problems?" He observed for a while and found that the golden retriever didn't look sick at all, which immediately made him feel very strange.

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man finally came back, and Fang Ye asked the question in his heart: "Brother, what's wrong with your golden retriever?"

"Just like me, its front leg is injured." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, "It walks with a limp now."

Fang Ye asked in confusion: "Its front leg is injured? Why can't I see it?"

"You're not a veterinarian, of course you can't see it!" The middle-aged man shouted at the golden retriever, "Acai, get up and walk a few steps!"

The golden retriever was smart and clever. After hearing what his owner said, he immediately stood up and started walking. Sure enough, one of its front legs walked very unnaturally.

Fang Ye believed it now: "So it really is lame. I was wrong. How did it get hurt?"

The middle-aged man said helplessly: "I don't know. It became like this not long after I broke its bone. It must have been injured in a fight with other dogs outside. I took it to two or three veterinary clinics and spent thousands of dollars, but it still couldn't be cured. I had to try my luck in the Second Hospital, but there are too many people. I guess I have to wait until noon today."

Fang Ye had an idea: "Brother, I actually know a little about bone surgery. How about I help it first?"

His idea was simple. If he cured the golden retriever's lame leg, maybe it could trigger a special delivery!

"You're a delivery man, how can you be a doctor?" The middle-aged man looked at him suspiciously.

Fang Ye chuckled: "I know a little, I know a little!"

"Well, since I'm free now anyway, you can help Ah Cai." The middle-aged man agreed after hesitating for a while. It wouldn't be a big loss if he couldn't cure it, so he might as well let him try his luck.

Fang Ye squatted down and stretched out his hand to the golden retriever: "A Cai, let me see your foot."

The golden retriever seemed to be very familiar with this action and put his right paw directly on his hand.

Fang Ye shook his head: "Not this one, but the other one."

Although his spiritual healing technique can heal injuries by touching any part of the body, he has to do the whole show. It's impossible to touch the right leg to heal the left leg...

The golden retriever is very human and put his left paw on his hand again.

Fang Ye pretended to knead the dog's joints, and the spiritual healing technique took the opportunity to penetrate the body. The golden retriever didn't understand why and still looked at him with a silly face.

After kneading for two or three minutes, Fang Ye put down the dog's paw: "Okay, your Ah Cai's leg injury should have been cured by me." "

Really?" The middle-aged man was puzzled, "Just a few touches and it will be cured, are you sure?"

Fang Ye patted his chest and said, "I'm sure, I'm telling you, I'm the descendant of a family of bone-setting. It's easy to treat people, let alone a dog? If you don't believe me, ask it to walk a few steps."

The middle-aged man said doubtfully: "Ah Cai, walk a few steps for me to see."

The golden retriever was very obedient and immediately stood up and started walking. When Fang Ye saw its funny limping movements, he almost stumbled and fell to the ground!

WTF???

Is it that my spiritual healing technique has failed, or that it doesn't work on dogs?

The middle-aged man teased, "Brother, your family medicine seems to be useless?"

"Ahem, maybe my technique was too gentle just now, let me try again!" Fang Ye's old face flushed, and he quickly grabbed the golden retriever's paw and continued to perform spiritual healing techniques.

This time he "touched" for a full five minutes, and he felt that the spiritual energy in his body had dropped a lot...

This level of spiritual healing technique can cure not only a broken leg, but also a whole body fracture.

Fang Ye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said confidently, "It will definitely be healed this time, brother, let it walk a few more steps!"

"Okay, I'll trust you again, Acai, walk!" Although the middle-aged man looked unconvinced, he still did it.

After hearing what his owner said, the golden retriever limped again.

Damn it!

Fang Ye completely doubted his life this time, and his face was extremely embarrassed. Facing the middle-aged man's mixed eyes, he really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into...

"Brother, I know you have good intentions, but unfortunately your medical skills are limited. Don't blame yourself too much. Go back and deliver your takeaway!" The middle-aged man did not make sarcastic remarks, but patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother, I'm so ashamed. I shouldn't have boasted just now. Goodbye..." Fang Ye was about to turn around weakly, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man walking with a cane, and suddenly a thunderbolt flashed through his mind!

"Wait a minute, bro. I think I know why it's lame!"

the middle-aged man said impatiently, "You know nothing. Go back and deliver the takeout and stop worrying about it!"

Fang Ye said confidently, "I really know and I won't lie to you!"

The middle-aged man said unhappily, "Okay, then tell me, how did it become lame?"

"It's not lame at all. It's imitating its owner's movements!"

"Imitating my movements? Are you kidding me?" The middle-aged man certainly didn't believe such words.

"Brother, I can prove whether it's lame or not!"

"Then prove it to me!"

"Okay!" Fang Ye snatched the takeout bag from his hand and took out a grilled chicken wing from it. After smelling the fragrance, the golden retriever's eyes lit up immediately!

"Acai, it's yours, go!"

Fang Ye waved the chicken wing in front of its eyes, and then threw it out of the window.

Woof woof woof!

The golden retriever, drooling, immediately jumped out of the window and ran after the chicken wing. How could he still be lame?

After seeing his beloved dog walking briskly, the middle-aged man was speechless, his jaw almost dropped to the ground...