"And me!" Lin Yufeng said impassionedly. Naturally, he could imagine how painful it would be to cut his arm with a scalpel without anesthesia, and how ferocious and terrifying Zhou Ming would look, so he did it.
In the psychological struggle, I unexpectedly fell behind Jin Ren and Jin Yi.
"Two people are enough. No matter how many people there are, there will be no room for me." Mo Ziqing pointed to the two brothers Jin Ren and Jin Yi: "Big arm and small arm, one on each side. Remember, you must press firmly.
Stay, no matter how he struggles and screams."
"Yes." The two nodded solemnly.[
Zhou Minggang had used "Second Master of Wu Sheng Guan" to cheer himself up, but he was infected by the tense atmosphere again, and his calves were trembling, as if he was not facing a doctor, but a man-eating demon.
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"Others, hold his body down. Remember, you must not let him move!"
As soon as Mo Ziqing finished speaking, four or five teenagers, including Lin Yufeng, rushed over and pressed down on various parts of Zhou Ming's body. It was already a step too late to press the arm just now, and they must scramble now. The remaining teenagers were not there.
Without a chance to express himself, he could only stand and stare anxiously.
"Don't...don't use so much force, the operation hasn't started yet..." Zhou Ming said weakly. His whole body was being pressed tightly, and because there were scars in many places, the pain was excruciating, and almost all of his body was in pain.
I can't breathe anymore.
"Hmm..." Mo Ziqing looked at all this with satisfaction, and after holding on to his hands, a silver scalpel appeared.
"It's begun, everyone, get ready!" Mo Ziqing's knife danced like a silver snake, quickly making an incision at the joint of Zhou Ming's broken arm, and blood immediately flowed out.
"Ah..." Zhou Ming screamed, his eyes as big as copper bells. Thinking is one thing, doing is another. He was stabbed dozens of times by Ma Liang without even making a sound. Mo Zi
Qing's casual stab made him scream. Of course, this also had something to do with the atmosphere.
"Senior Mo, don't you need to stop the bleeding?" Jin Ren said nervously. He was worried that if this situation continued, Zhou Ming would go into shock due to heavy bleeding.
"Don't worry, I'm very fast." Mo Ziqing's figure was full of confidence, and a scalpel was flying, as if it was controlled by some precise instrument, stirring deep in the flesh of his arm.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Zhou Ming roared uncontrollably, and his body began to move involuntarily. This heart-rending pain was a hundred times, a thousand times more uncomfortable than being stabbed by Ma Liang's knife!
The teenagers pressed Zhou Ming's body firmly, not daring to slack off at all.