Mr. Xing was still worried about what she had just done, and turned his face to the other side, intending to give her some trouble.
Wow, is God going to kill her? Master Xing actually ignored her.
Originally, I wanted to please the handsome doctor and make him gentler, but who knew that stealing the chicken would end up losing the rice, and it would be miserable.
The pretty nurse straightened her face, fixed it firmly, and warned sinisterly: "Don't move it, the scalpel has no eyes."
"Well..." Xiahou Huan'er was angry and anxious, but she didn't dare to move.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the wound.
Pain, pain, pain!!!
His dark eyes were suddenly filled with mist due to pain, and a large amount of sweat slid down his forehead.
Damn, that's a lie, she knew they didn't have good intentions.
Oh...just let her faint from the pain.
Damn it, the more she wanted to faint, the clearer the pain became. Her physical fitness was too good, she couldn't faint, it was sinful.
Just when she was in unbearable pain, someone was holding a handkerchief to help her wipe the sweat from her forehead.
She opened her misty eyes and saw Mr. Xing, who was like a thorn in the ice, wiping her sweat with a stern face.
Wow, it turns out that Master Xing did not abandon her.
Mr. Xing, who originally wanted to give her some pain, saw her painful expression and his head suddenly twitched. When he came to his senses, he had already barged in regardless of the objections of the doctors and nurses.
With him here, the pain seemed to ease.
Mr. Xing stood there without saying a word. The king's momentum and majesty shocked both the handsome doctor and the pretty nurse.
The pretty nurse who originally wanted to avenge her personal vendetta did not dare to act recklessly under Mr.
So, when Mr.
During the whole process, Master Xing held her hand and gently wiped her sweat.
In ancient times, Guan Gong drank wine, scraped bones to remove poison, and talked and laughed happily.
Today there is a Huan'er who looks at men's lust and digs into the flesh with pain, almost having internal fluids all over her face.
Fortunately, her wound was not severely infected, and the entire treatment process only took a few minutes, but to her, it seemed like a century.
After the wound was finally treated, Xia Houhuan'er hugged Mr. Xing and could hardly help but burst into tears.
That childish behavior stung Mr. Xing's stone-like heart.
She has an affectionate nature and acts as she pleases, regardless of how many eyes are staring at her.
Mr. Xing didn't say comforting words, he just hugged her heartily and kept stroking her back with his palms.
I wish I was the one in pain.
The handsome doctor and pretty nurse packed up their tools and left, leaving them alone.
Dongfang Xing stroked her back and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"
Xiahou Huan'er raised her wrinkled little face and choked with sobs: "Try taking a piece of flesh from yourself and you will know whether it hurts or not."
She seriously doubted that public relations' talk and laughter were just a legend.
It was so painful to cut her flesh that she didn't want to live, but he was still scraping the bones and talking and laughing?!
Mr. Xing was silent.
She sobbed and said angrily: "I hate this place."
In the 21st century, for a wound of this magnitude, you can just go home and bandage it and it will be fine.
Here, the degree of infection is more terrible than she imagined. Bacteria and viruses are everywhere. She will never be injured again.
The arms holding her tightened, and Master Xing's face darkened.