"Oops!" Zhou Ming rolled on the spot, and Mo Ziqing's knife made a cut.
"What are you doing!" Mo Ziqing glared.
"Senior...senior..." Zhou Ming stuttered: "Why don't you even inject anesthetics?"
What Mo Ziqing did was really not like a doctor with professional qualities.
"Huh?" After listening to Zhou Ming's words, Mo Ziqing looked at the thin security guard: "Why, you didn't tell him my rules?" [
The thin security guard smiled sarcastically and said: "Zhou Ming, this is without anesthesia... This is one of the rules of the ghost doctor Mo Ziqing, because he believes that only pain can make people remember, so they will not be injured so easily next time. You
Bear with it for the time being, Senior Mo’s medical skills are very good, and many dignitaries and underworld tycoons have personally come to ask for his treatment."
"No anesthesia?! Is this one of the rules?!" Zhou Ming almost fainted after hearing these four words. During the contest with Ma Liang, although he received many cuts from him, after all, the pain was scattered all over the body, and he still couldn't.
I can resist. But this surgery involves cutting the same place with a knife. Who can bear it?
"Be patient, be patient." The thin security guard knelt down and patted Zhou Ming on the shoulder, like a loving father encouraging his son.
"Okay." Zhou Ming knew without thinking that the ghost doctor Mo Ziqing had such a weird temper that it must have taken a lot of effort for the fat and thin security guards to invite him. It would be better not to violate their good intentions. "But it can
Can’t you tell me, apart from not giving anesthesia, what other rules are there?”
"You don't even know this? Let me tell you..."
Mo Ziqing was about to speak, but was interrupted by the thin security guard.
"It's nothing!" The thin security guard seemed to be covering up something: "Zhou Ming, just finish this operation honestly and make sure your arm returns to its original shape. Don't think too much about anything else."
Zhou Ming thought in his mind that the thin security guard was probably afraid that he would know too much and be mentally burdened, which would be detrimental to the recovery of his injuries. Well, if you don't ask, wouldn't it mean that you don't need anesthesia? I remember when Wu Shengguan Erye was playing chess.
While scraping the bones to cure the poison.
Zhou Ming did not see that the thin security guard quietly gave Mo Ziqing a look, hinting him not to say any more. Mo Ziqing snorted, to him, none of this mattered.
"Come on." Zhou Ming looked at Mo Ziqing bravely like a soldier who sacrificed his life generously.
"Two people come and hold down his arms. Remember, no matter how painful Zhou Ming is, don't let go, otherwise, his arms will never be able to be reconnected." Mo Ziqing looked at the circle of teenagers around him indifferently.
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No matter how painful it is, you can't let go? How cold-blooded and hard-hearted does that require? The teenagers looked left and right, but no one took the initiative to stand up. Apart from their instinctive respect and fear for Zhou Ming, let them do this