Occasionally there are some that cannot be clipped out, and the silver needle pricks the flesh and blood to pick them out...
Jun Youqi is really a very cooperative patient. He lies like a dead man without saying a word, feeling neither pain nor death.
It's just that he feels more and more that life is worse than death.
The woman he loves doesn't love him, and he is a loser when he becomes emperor.
He didn't know what the meaning of life was besides fulfilling his original ambition to dominate the world and taking revenge.
The feeling coming from the important disabled parts...
It's numb, there are needle pricks, it's picking...
It's like being stabbed into useless dead flesh.
He missed Feng Jingyun and his beloved Yun'er.
Missing him crazily, I clearly felt the process of removing the stitches, facing my own disability head-on, which was equivalent to tearing open his painful and buried wounds bloody, and it was as painful as adding salt to his disabled wounds!
He hated her crazily again! She was only five hundred meters away at that time. If she had saved him, if she had helped him, he wouldn't be like this...
Perhaps, he, Jun Youqi, will always have to live in the painful and complicated torture of loving and hating her.
It's getting dark, and it's harder to remove the sutures than expected. They haven't finished removing them yet, and one hour is not enough.
Only half of it was dismantled.
Yuanzi took out two huge luminous pearls for illumination, and the whole dark room suddenly became bright.
It wasn't until midnight that I finally picked out the last thread that had been sutured. Jun Youqi's important parts were covered with tiny holes left by the thread. Fortunately, the rest of the flesh had grown back, so he removed it.
The threads and roots attached to the seams will not fall off.
After removing the sutures, Fang Pingzhi helped his master apply the medicine. It only took half a cup of tea to apply the medicine.
"Your Majesty, after applying the medicine, the minor wound will be healed in two days. You will be completely healed." Fang Pingzhi wiped away the sweat caused by nervousness.
"Completely healed?" Jun Youqi straightened his pants and sat up, "Are you looking for my happiness?"
Fang Pingzhi lowered his head, "I don't dare."
Jun Youqi's gloomy gaze fell on Fang Pingzhi's lowered head. Fang Pingzhi felt that his scalp was numb, as if a hole was about to be stared at by his master.
Qi sighed slightly, "Doctor Fang, it would have been nice to have let me die like that in the first place."
"The Emperor is the Lord of All Saints. The people of the world still need your leadership and need you to work for the welfare of the people of the world. You are the master of me, and even if I die, I will save your life. I also hope that you will be saved by your Majesty.
Take care of your body." Fang Pingzhi's face was filled with sincerity.
"Doctor Fang is joking." He said sarcastically, "I am a useless person, how can I achieve the welfare of the world? It is the misfortune of the people of Qi Tian Kingdom to have an emperor like me. Originally, I could be of benefit to the world, but now
If it becomes like this, if you want to blame it, blame it on Jun Mo Shang, he is the one who ruined me, ruined the world, and ruined everything!"
How painful must the master's heart be? Just listening to the master's words, I felt that the master's heart was completely dead, sinking like stagnant water. Yuanzi choked with sobs, "Your Majesty, you must not belittle yourself. You still have hope.
You still have a baby, you still have blood, and your child needs you as a father."
"Yes." Hope rekindled in Jun Youqi's eyes, "I still have a son. I still have hope... Anyway, Yun'er is pregnant with my child, and we have a child in common.
, Jun Mo Shang will never be able to match this point."
Yuanzi and Fang Pingzhi did not dare to answer the conversation, nor did they dare to say that the emperor could just think freely.
