This is not a question at a congressional hearing in the United States that can only be answered yes or no. This is a multiple choice question of life and death.
Luoyang feels that he is at a crossroads in his life journey. If he makes the right choice, he can cook chicken soup for Dabai and Xiaobai every day and be a warm man. Or he can be hung on the wall and receive a bouquet of chrysanthemums on major festivals every year.
There is also a lot of pocket money.
"Luo, you've come this far, do you still want to consider whether to continue?" Fatima asked in confusion.
"Everything you do has a price. I'm thinking about what price I will pay if I open this sarcophagus."
"Then let me do it. I'm not afraid of paying any price." Fatima walked towards the sarcophagus.
"Calm down." Luoyang reminded her.
Fatima stopped at the side of the sarcophagus. She looked back at Luoyang, her eyes firm but a little sad: "Luo, let me do something for you."
But he was still a step too late. Just as he was speaking, Fatima suddenly reached out and grabbed the iron chain on the side of the sarcophagus.
boom!
With the unexpected release of energy, Fatima let out a muffled groan and flew up, hitting the indentation of her thumb on the stone wall on the right, and then fell down.
Coincidentally, there was a dent under the stone wall on the right, which was formed by the fingers of the thumb, and her breasts hit the edge of the dent.
"Poof!" Fatima spat out a mouthful of blood and opened her mouth wide but could not make any sound.
The severe pain made her unable to breathe, so how could she scream?
She was also filled with grief and anger.
Why does the whole world have trouble with her breasts?
Luoyang rushed over, picked up Fatima from the pit, and then placed her on a flat place.
"Are you okay?" Luoyang asked with concern.
"What do you think...cough!" Fatima finally regained her breath.
Luoyang felt that he had asked a question that could be equated with an idiot. Without him checking, he could see at a glance that the heart he had hit was swollen even higher.
Luoyang's expression became a little serious. In her case, he was now a little worried about soft tissue injuries and even blood stasis. The location was close to the heart and lungs. If not treated in time, once a blood clot formed, the consequences would be serious.
Luoyang looked back at the sarcophagus and felt a little hesitant. This place was weird and it was not suitable to stay for a long time, so even if the coffin had to be opened, it would be better as soon as possible. But Fatima was in so much pain and her injuries were very dangerous.
What's more, he was the one injured. If something happened to her, or had sequelae or something, would his conscience be at ease?
"Luo, please leave me alone, just go and do what you should do." Fatima tried to get up with her hands, but as soon as she exerted her strength, the injured area was pulled, and her brows furrowed in pain.
He was forced to lie down again.
Luoyang also made a decision: "Let me help you deal with the injured area first."
During this process, he could also think carefully about whether to open the coffin.
Fatima was stunned, looking a little at a loss.
She always wanted Luoyang to help her deal with the injured area, but it was not because of pain, but...
She couldn't tell herself.
However, when Luoyang wanted to treat her wound, she became nervous, shy and hesitant.
"Are you ready? I'm going to start." Luoyang said.
"I, I am a Persian woman." Fatima reminded her from the side.
"I'm a doctor."
"I don't need a doctor, you, you don't need to worry about me." Fatima regretted.
Luoyang said solemnly: "This is not a question of whether you want it or not. The location of your injury is close to the heart and lungs. Once a blood clot forms, it will endanger your life. I must deal with it for you."
"I don't want it, you can't look at it...ah!" Before Fatima could finish her words, Luoyang's right hand had already pressed on her injured area, and she was stunned.
Luoyang's hand carried a little spiritual power and gently rubbed the injured area.
Professional doctors do professional things.
Fatima took a look at Luoyang's face. Even if there was a smile as small as a hair on the corner of Luoyang's mouth, she would slap him, but all she saw was a serious face, seriousness revealed from the bones.
She glanced at Luoyang's hand again. Although the hand was moving all the time, it looked like he was just treating it, not enjoying it.
She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, what a rare gentleman.
At this time, Fatima glanced at Luoyang inadvertently.
That place is like the grass after rain, where mushrooms are about to grow. The mushroom fans that have not yet opened make a bulge in the grass.
Fatima: “…”
Sure enough, all the decent people in this world are in kindergarten.
Luoyang suddenly raised his hand with a serious expression.
"Is this the end?" Fatima felt like she had been deceived.
Luoyang said seriously: "The foam cushion has affected my treatment, please pull it up."
"You..." Fatima's voice trembled, "Are you serious?"
Luoyang nodded firmly.
Fatima bit her lower lip, raised her hand to grab the edge of the foam padding, but then put her hand down.
"What's wrong with you?" Luoyang asked.
"Do it yourself." Fatima said angrily.
Luoyang was stunned.
"You have already done it, do you mind pulling it up yourself? You said it yourself, I am the patient and you are the doctor. Will the doctor in the operating room let the patient lying on the operating table undress by himself?" Fatima said in a series of words.
rhetorical question.
Luoyang smiled back, that smile was a little simple.
He hesitated for two seconds, reached out and grabbed the edge of the foam padding with both hands, and carefully pulled it up.
The progress was a bit slow at the beginning, similar to riding a bike up a hill, but once you passed the top of the hill and turned downhill, the speed became faster and you were downhill in an instant.
Ripple.
Luoyang took a deep breath, slightly opened the five fingers of his right hand and pressed it down.
Fatima turned her head to one side, and when the healing hand fell on her body, she trembled slightly, and a faint hum came from her nostrils. A hot feeling came, and the pain disappeared quickly.
The feeling of bloating and blockage also began to lessen.
Luoyang focuses on treatment, and the five fingers bring spiritual power, relax the muscles and activate blood circulation, and open up the blockages.
Everything was formal and fine, except that the handle of the porcelain cup lid was a bit in the way, so I couldn't avoid touching it. And every time she touched it, Fatima would look at him out of the corner of her eye, as if
He owed her hundreds of millions of dollars.
Fatima was actually looking at the grass out of the corner of her eye.
The mushroom grows quietly under the grass, accumulating strength, waiting for the moment it breaks through the soil and turf and bathes in the sun.
It's really shameless.
The Persian woman thought so in her heart.
After a while, the treatment finally ended.
"Okay, you can sort it out yourself." With these words, Luoyang stood up and walked towards the sarcophagus without any hesitation.
During this time, he had already thought it through.
Fuck your sister’s rules!
Fuck your sister’s taboos!
If what Sword Spirit Jinglei said is true and the Sky-breaking Hand is in his hand, he has already committed a capital crime, so what's the harm in committing another one?
Therefore, labor and management have to open the coffin!