Naruto: The Two Worlds Become Gods

"Old Sea"

Wang Xu heard someone calling him and immediately opened his eyes.

"Old Sea"

After Wang Xu was sure it was his grandfather's voice, he responded loudly: "Wait a minute, I'll get up right away."

Then, Wang Xu heard his grandfather's voice coming from downstairs: "Wait a moment, he will be down soon."

Wang Xu got up and got dressed, walked out of the room, and looked directly on the second floor, but saw no one.

Wang Xu walked downstairs slowly, washed his face first, and then went to his grandfather's house.

Wang Xu came to the hall of his grandfather's house and saw his grandparents and a family in the village sitting in the hall.

After Wang Xu's grandfather saw Wang Xu, he pointed directly at the oldest one and said to Wang Xu: "Your uncle would like to ask you to help your Uncle Jianhong to see if he can be treated."

Except for one man, the whole family stood up and looked at Wang Xu sheepishly.

One of the young men immediately handed the cigarette to Wang Xu and said, "Come to Laohai to smoke."

Wang Xu took the eyes with both hands and said politely: "Uncle Jianjiang, how embarrassed are you to give me the eyes?"

"Where is it?" The man named Jian Jiang was polite, and then he looked at Wang Xu sheepishly and said, "Didn't your uncle and the others say that you had cured your grandma? Your uncle and the others wanted to take you with them these days. Uncle Jianhong came to see you and see if you can cure it."

The man's father immediately looked at Wang Xu with embarrassment and said, "Lao Hai, please help me take a look. You have the final say on whether it can be cured."

Wang Xu nodded and said, "You guys sit down first and I'll take a look before I reply to you."

“good good”

The old man immediately nodded happily.

Wang Xu went directly up to feel the pulse of Uncle Jianhong who had been sitting there, and finally touched and pressed his head directly.

Finally, Wang Xu bent down and pointed a finger at Jianhong and asked: "What is this?"

Jianhong just looked at Wang Xu with a silly smile, not even laughing.

The man's mother immediately looked at Wang Xu with tears in her eyes and said sobbingly: "He has been like this since he went to the hospital for surgery. He can't speak clearly. He is like a complete fool."

Wang Xu's uncle immediately said dissatisfied to his wife: "Why are you crying? Is there any use in crying? Isn't Lao Hai watching?"

Wang Xu smiled and said directly to the two old people: "Don't worry, it can be treated."

"real"

The two old people immediately looked at Wang Xu happily and asked.

Wang Xu took out the cigarette directly from his bag, and when Jianjiang saw Wang Xu's action, he immediately took out his cigarette and put it in front of Wang Xu and said, "Lao Hai smokes this."

Wang Xu looked at Jianjiang jokingly and said, "Uncle Jianjiang, my cigarettes are different from yours. Do you want them to be more fragrant?"

Jianjiang looked at Wang Xu awkwardly and said, "Me."

Wang Xu shook the cigarette out of the cigarette case and handed it to Jianjiang. Jianjiang was silent for a moment and took out a cigarette.

Afterwards, Wang Xu directly handed the cigarette holder of the cigarette box to Jian Jiang's father, who was also Wang Xu's uncle.

Wang Xu said directly to Jian Jiang's father: "My uncle smokes."

Jian Jiang's father quickly waved his hand and refused: "Lao Hai, I don't smoke, you can do it yourself."

Wang Xu nodded, took out a igniter and started smoking. He sat down and looked at Jian Jiang's father and mother and said, "It's not that it can't be cured, but there are some things I must make clear."

Jian Jiang's father said directly to Wang Xu: "Lao Hai, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Wang Xu nodded and said: "Uncle Jianhong's condition is very serious. His head was affected by the operation, and his intelligence has seriously dropped to that of a two or three-year-old child. He can't even speak or take care of himself."

Jian Jiang's father nodded directly and said: "Yes, that's it. I can only eat slowly with a spoon, and only my right hand is more flexible. I can't speak. Sometimes he wants to say it, but he can't. What do you call me?" He can understand where he wants to sit. But the more troublesome part is