Su Mang and Jiang Liuyun were locked up in a dark and damp shabby house together. From the evening when they were escorted back until the next morning, no one came to see them. They had not eaten enough all night.
Su Mang could still bear it, but Jiang Liuyun developed a high fever in the middle of the night because he couldn't remove the bullet from his calf.
Su Mang was extremely anxious, but because he had been given medicine before being taken into this room, he was so weak that he couldn't even pick up a stone from the ground, so he had no choice but to do anything.
All she could do was hold Jiang Liuyun tightly, let him lie half in her arms, and let him know that he was not alone and that she would always be with him.
No matter life or death, she will always stay with him like this.
She didn't know that this was the greatest comfort to Jiang Liuyun. Although he had a high fever and was cold all over, he felt as happy as if he was bathing in the warm spring sun.
The lingering pain in my body is not considered pain, I just feel happy.
When the early morning light slowly penetrated into this dilapidated room, Long Yichen finally walked in, carrying a first aid kit in his hand.
He knelt down in front of Jiang Liuyun, with a chilling smile on his lips, "Fifth brother, doesn't it feel like having the bullet left in your body? How about I take it out for you?"
Jiang Liuyun was given the same medicine as Su Mang, and he had a high fever. He was even weaker than Su Mang. He reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Long Yichen. The thin lips that used to be maple-colored were dry, cracked, and bleeding.
He smiled, and there was a long-lost scorn in the corners of his brows and eyes, "Ah Chen, be as refreshing as a man! If you want to torture me, just do it as soon as possible. If you torture me enough and vent your anger enough, let us go.
, I don’t want to waste time with you, it’s boring!”
Long Yichen gritted his teeth with a sneer, took out a shiny scalpel from the first aid kit, and waved it in front of Jiang Liuyun's eyes, "Fifth brother, it makes me so sad when you say that! I came to get the bullets for you with good intentions.
, why is this torturing you?"
Jiang Liuyun closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Long Yichen's lips curved into a sneer, and he slowly inserted the scalpel bit by bit into the already festering wound on Jiang Liuyun's leg.
There was no anesthesia or analgesics, it was just inserted forcefully.
Although Jiang Liuyun was mentally prepared, his body could not help but tremble violently.
He could control himself not to moan, but he couldn't stop the natural reaction from his body.
Su Mang was dumbfounded as he watched Long Yichen's dazzling scalpel stabbing into Jiang Liuyun's wound bit by bit.
He did it on purpose!
Deliberately insert it bit by bit, every movement is like slow motion.
The sharp blade deliberately stirred bit by bit in Jiang Liuyun's flesh, gouging out piece after piece of minced meat.
Jiang Liuyun closed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth, but he didn't even moan or cry out in pain.
But Su Mang knew that he was in pain. It hurt so much that he dug his hands into the ground and dug out blood without even realizing it. His body was spasming violently, and even the muscles on his face were...
Violent convulsions.
"Long Yichen, you lunatic!"
Su Mang rushed over to grab the scalpel from Long Yichen's hand, but Long Yichen pushed it away and fell heavily to the ground. He pulled the scalpel out of Jiang Liuyun's wound, glanced at Su Mang, and smiled sinisterly.
Then, he raised the scalpel high, then suddenly dropped it and inserted it into Jiang Liuyun's intact left leg.
