Xue Shao raised his eyebrows and looked suspiciously at Xue Ting, who had finally caught the opportunity to "operate" on him. There was a hint of playfulness in his tone of voice.
Xue Ting is his cousin who he grew up with. As an elder brother, he was not born to protect his younger brother. On the contrary, he always enjoys bullying his younger brother, Yurou. For example, this situation is the best for him.
It's time for this little bastard Xue Ting to go to hell. How could he, Xue Shao, let go of such a fun thing?
Others only see Xue Shao's sinister style and ruthless appearance, but in front of Xue Ting, he is just an evil young man who pretends to be cold and cool, and enjoys teasing others! The more he looks at it,
The more painful it is for him, the more interesting it becomes to him.
Looking at Xue Shao's bright black eyes that looked at him with a different kind of light, Xue Ting couldn't help but shudder. Bing Liang suddenly felt cold from head to toe, and this time it was about to be carried into his hands again.
"Tell me, how much will it cost you this time before you are willing to let me apply medicine on your injured arm?" Xue Tingren tried his best to control the twitching on his face, gritted his teeth and simply made an offer.
Interesting ~ This guy has become smarter after many lessons. He knows how to avoid twists and turns and makes the price straightforwardly.
finger.
"Huh~ Okay, five million, I accept it. The old rule is to 'deliver' the goods first and then pay. Let's start now." Fortunately, it was five million, which was within the range that Xue Ting could bear.
Xue Ting breathed a sigh of relief and approached Xue Shao to help him to the medical room.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Shao's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his other hand was touching his chin in a thoughtful manner, and his dark Mozi was looking at the ceiling.
Xue Ting was petrified when he saw this. Seeing Xue Shao acting like he didn't understand what he just said, he immediately understood and widened his eyes, "You mean fifty million!"
Classmate Xue Ting’s heart is bleeding. What kind of world is this? He’s the one who’s cheating me. It’s him, Xue Ting, who helped that young master heal his injuries. Logically speaking, it’s Xue Shao, that young master, who should pay. Now not only is it the other way around, but he’s also the same person.
The huge amount of money is enough to cover his salary for half a year. What a rip-off.
But there was no way. Who told him that Xue Ting loved medicine as much as his own life? Who told him to have a strong interest in Xue Shao's flesh and blood and wanted to see the structure of his flesh and blood with his own eyes and try it on him personally?
What about the effect of the medicine prepared by Xue Ting?
"Okay, deal, 50 million is 50 million. Dear Mr. Xue, we can deal with the wound now." Xue Ting gritted his teeth, and although he was heartbroken, he readily agreed.
"Children can be taught."
As a result, under the eyes of classmate Xue Ting with pain, expectation, and hatred, Xue Shao suddenly gave him a thumbs up. It was hard to tell whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm.
Ting Yuanyuan walked towards the infirmary, bypassing Xue Ting's body in front of him.
Of course he knew that classmate Xue Ting was filled with hatred at this time. What he wanted was this kind of effect, fishy Xue Ting. Seeing him grinning in pain and hatred but still willing to give was one of the great joys of his life, Xue Shao
also.
The boy who was helping carry the medical kit next to him looked at the conversation between them. The monk was confused by their irrational conversation. He had seen doctors killing patients, but he had never seen patients blackmail doctors so much.
One stroke is quite reasonable.
This person is really not something ordinary people like them can understand.
In the infirmary, Xue Shao was sitting on a recliner.
Xue Ting concentrated on helping Xue Shao wipe the wound, and used his newly made healing medicine to help him treat the wound. His gentle eyes watched the changes in the wound without blinking. This is his special rapid compound medicine. Quickly
The extent is beyond your imagination. If you stare at it, you can still see the movement of flesh and blood slowly merging.
He wanted to witness the miracle of his genius, so he stared at Hong Guoguo's wound with wide eyes, not daring to blink.
"You shouldn't have put gunpowder on my body."
Xue Shao glanced at Xue Ting, who was looking at his arm like a fool, and said leisurely with a cold voice that could not be concealed. Even a suave sentence made people feel majestic.
"No, how could I put gunpowder on Brother Shao?" Xue Ting's eyes did not leave the slightest, concentrating on the matter.
"That's not certain."
"It's really not true. If you don't believe me, you can increase the price."
"Deal, 80 million."
As soon as Xue Ting finished speaking, he heard a snap of his fingers, and Xue Shao's voice bypassed the obstruction of the air and was directed to Xue Ting's eardrum.
Classmate Xue Ting's face twitched feebly again, this time even more violently than before, and the corners of his mouth were so twitching that he couldn't care for himself. You bastard, you monster, you have fallen into the trap of having too little blood again. You really have too little blood, right?
He was simply bleeding a lot.
Seeing Xue Ting's heartbroken look, Xue Shao was in a great mood. He liked to see this kid who had nothing in mind except medicine, bleeding out in embarrassment.
While classmate Xue Ting was feeling regretful and regretful about how she had spent more than twenty years with such an evil young man, and when President Xue Shao was feeling happy about his masterpiece, there was a knock on the door of the infirmary.
"Come in." Xue Ting responded.
"President, I have something important to report to you now." Dean Zhang walked in hastily.
"Say." Xue Shaosheng's majestic commanding voice contained only this simple word.
"Lan Yuling, the leukemia patient in the key ward, can't wait for tomorrow's surgery. His white blood cells are extremely low now and his nose is bleeding. The doctors are trying to figure out a way..."
"Trash!" Before the dean could finish his words, he heard a powerful and shocking voice rising up in the air, which abruptly blocked dean Zhang's words.