Helpless, Dongfang Aoshi's hands were like pliers, pulling hard and unable to move.
The imperial doctor poured a large amount of wine into the tender wound to disinfect it.
His face was as white as snow and he was sweating profusely. He was very careful with every move he made, for fear that if he didn't do it right, he would cause Dongfang Aoshi's displeasure.
The pain was so gentle that my teeth were chattering.
Sweat was pouring down from my forehead, and my clothes were soaked in large areas.
Dongfang Aoshi remained motionless, holding her hand and not even blinking.
"Let..." Wen Wen spoke tremblingly.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the imperial doctor poured another bottle of wine onto his arm!
This time, the imperial doctor also took a cloth and began to wipe it on the tender wound!
Damn it!
It really hurts!
The skin and flesh being pulled was simply more intolerable than Ling Chi!
Wen Rou couldn't bear it anymore and bit Dongfang Aoshi's arm, her nails digging deeply into his flesh!
Dongfang Aoshi didn't even frown. He continued to hold his gentle arm and let the doctor clean it and sew it up.
The gleaming needle, carrying the catgut, shuttles back and forth in the skin and flesh...
Tenderness hurts to death, but she can't break free——
Vent all your anger on Dongfang Aoshi.
The imperial doctor bites the wound as hard as it hurts when he cleans it.
However, Dongfang Aoshi seemed to have no pain nerves and did not react at all to gentle actions.
Time passes by little by little.
Half an hour later, the imperial doctor finally finished treating the wound and bandaged it with medicine.
Wen Wen was completely exhausted, and his whole body was covered in sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.
Paralyzed in Dongfang Aoshi's arms, completely unable to move.
The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, gave the prescription to the maids, and asked them to boil the medicine.
After finishing the explanation, he came back to Dongfang Aoshi and said, "Your Majesty, please take off your clothes, and my subordinates will treat your wounds."
"Stuff left behind."
The imperial doctor was stunned and immediately understood that Dongfang Aoshi wanted to treat the wound by himself, "My lord, is your wound in the throat, or is it the subordinate..."
Dongfang Aoshi kicked him over and the imperial doctor fell to his knees.
"roll!"
"Yes." The imperial doctor rolled around and escaped.
The maids were shivering.
Dongfang Aoshi gave another sharp look.
The maids also retreated in cold sweat.
Gentle looked at it feebly, not understanding what this pervert was doing.
Dongfang Aoshi kicked the quilt to the corner of the bed.
The medicine box was brought over and placed heavily on the bed.
"Clang, clang, clang..." Bottles and cans collided, making a crisp sound.
Shocked…………
In his hand, a bottle of disinfectant wine was stuffed into his hand.
Sitting softly and numbly, for a moment, he couldn't react, what did Dongfang Aoshi mean?
"hiss----"
Dongfang Aoshi tore his clothes in half, exposing his muscular chest.
Wen Wen saw that on his left chest, there were two marks scorched by a soldering iron, which were bloody and shocking.
Trembling violently, I let go of my hand and the bottle almost slipped...
Dongfang Aoshi held her hand and stopped her.
"Handle it." Dongfang Aoshi's voice was cold.
"..." Gentle was confused. For a moment, she couldn't understand what he meant.
"I don't want to say it a third time, deal with it!" Dongfang Aoshi's forehead was filled with veins.
"...You...you lie down..." Gentle said reflexively.
Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his eyes and lay directly on Gentle's lap.