Apart from the struggle and confusion that first appeared in those cold star-like ink eyes, there was only indifference and no trace of emotion or desire at this moment.
"Jue, give me the scalpel." His nose was wet, as if something was dripping down. He reached out and touched it, spread it out and saw that the blood was particularly bright under the light.
He angrily wiped away the nosebleed. As soon as he finished wiping it, a few more drops came out, and the flow continued.
When Huangfujue saw his friend's nosebleed, he hurriedly stopped walking out, took a cotton swab from the medicine box to stop the bleeding, and handed him the scalpel for no apparent reason. What was Ye doing? He couldn't do anything about it. Could it be?
Has he already thought of a solution?
The scalpel was very small and sharp, and its long length was just wrapped in the man's palm. Ling Ye clasped the handle of the scalpel and pressed the blade against his palm. Then with a 'puff' sound, the blade sank along the man's lifeline.
Inside the skin and flesh, the piercing is very deep, and the flesh, blood and tendons can be seen.
Huangfujue's face was horrified. When he saw Ling Ye holding the scalpel tightly, there was no expression on his handsome face, as if the hand was not his. He could not feel the slightest pain. The peaks of his eyebrows were still cold, like distant mountains.
standing
He sat down and remained silent aside. Ye was really crazy to come up with this method, using bloodletting to remove toxins from the body.
A man who bleeds without shedding tears
It was useless to stop him now. He had to say that besides finding a woman, this was the best solution. But he was still worried that if Ye continued to bleed like this, that hand would become useless.
"Jue, give me a cigarette to smoke." Ling Ye suddenly said, turning his head to look at him. His handsome face was a little tired, like a down-and-out nobleman, his hair was messy, and his eyes were bloodshot, but none of this could erase him.
Innate kingly demeanor
Hearing this, Huangfu Jue took out the cigarette from his pocket, handed it to his other hand, and lit it with a lighter. The firelight suddenly illuminated Ling Ye's face, giving him a somewhat evil look.
Ling Ye held the cigarette between his fingers and took a few puffs. The other hand still held the scalpel tightly. Only in this way could he regain his consciousness and regain his consciousness.
"Smoke is really a good thing. It can make people feel ecstasy and eliminate all worries." He opened his mouth and blew out a smoke ring into the air. He slowly narrowed his eyes and said with emotion.
So many things have happened these days, especially after Ranran's accident, he felt more tired than ever before, but unexpected surprises came one after another. He had to work hard every day to deal with all parties, and he was exhausted every day.
The sleepless night made him look very bad. He was really annoyed. In his dreams, he looked like that little woman. She was so close, but for the sake of her safety, he still resisted the urge not to see her.
I spent many late nights relying on this cigarette
It's really strange to think about it. The most relaxing time for him these days is actually this moment. He uses this cigarette and this bleeding hand to vent his frustration. The wound has been numb and he can't feel any pain.
All my desires have disappeared
Ling Ye threw the scalpel on the table. Huangfu Jue hurriedly helped him stop the bleeding, applied medicine, and finally wrapped gauze in circles and warned: "The wound is very deep. Come with me to the hospital tomorrow morning to take an X-ray and see.