251. Chapter 251 Shall we also take off the pupils?
Clothes fluttered, Wei Young and Beichen both landed behind Zi Tong, but Meng Fusheng in the wheelchair had tilted his head to the side and passed out. Zi Tong's anesthetic had begun to take effect.
"Zitu, carry him into the room and take off all his clothes." Zi Tong turned around, took out the cotton towel she had prepared in advance from the ring and handed it to Beichen's hand, "Cover his body with these. When you are ready,
I'll go in again."
As a surgeon, there are no distinctions between men and women on the operating table, only patients. Zi Tong does not mind these things.
But times were different, especially with the jealous Beichen around. In order to avoid causing trouble, she could only avoid suspicion.
She is his woman, how can she look at other men's bodies?!
Beichen did not take the cotton towel in her hand, but asked in a deep voice, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Wei Yang had already chuckled, "Tongtong, do we want to take it off too?"
"I'm going to cut open his flesh, straighten his crooked spine, and heal his legs." Zi Tong glanced at Weiyang, then her eyes fell on Beichen's face, "Don't forget, you and I high-fived each other, you
Can’t go back on my word.”
Their eyes met, and she saw anger in his dark eyes, and persistence in her purple eyes.
"Why did you save him?" Beichen asked the second question.
"He made a good sword for me, I don't want to owe him any favors." Zi Tong replied.
Of course, this is not the most important thing. What is important is that she appreciates Meng Fusheng, so she wants to help him.
But she couldn't say this to Beichen, otherwise, the man would probably go in directly and beat Meng Fusheng into a meat pie with one palm.
"Tongtong, you also owe me a favor. Remember, if my leg is broken next time, you have to save me." Weiyang interjected regardless.
Turning around, he put the cotton towel into Weiyang's hand. Zi Tong glared at him for a second time, "If you want to see how I perform the operation, go in now to help."
"I'm not like him, I'm obedient." Weiyang smiled and entered the room with a cotton towel.
Stretching his arms, Beichen hugged her over, his eyes met hers, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "I will help you this time, but there is no next time."
She felt happy, raised her right hand, and made an oath, "There will never be a next time, I promise."
She had expected that this guy would lose his temper, and it was already considered very mild.
Beichen took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and let go of her waist, "What do you want me to do?"
"You have such a powerful regeneration ability, I hope you can use your ability to help Fusheng repair his wounds." Looking at Beichen in front of her, there was obvious expectation in her eyes, "I know you must have a way, right?"
Although she is an alchemist, her level is still low. In such a short time, it is impossible to help Meng Fusheng find an immediate recovery medicine. There are no anti-inflammatory drugs here. In order to help his wounds recover as soon as possible, she asked Beichen for help.
Looking at her for a moment, Beichen said calmly, "I understand."
"Then let's go in?" Zi Tong turned around and walked towards the door.
Beichen grabbed her arm and said, "Wait until I tell you to go in."
Pulling her aside, he stepped into the room. After a moment, his voice came from the door.
"Come in!"
Zi Tong stepped into the room and saw that Meng Fusheng had been laid flat on the bed, and every inch of skin on his body was covered tightly, not even his shoulders were exposed.
Zi Tong didn't need to guess, she knew that this must be Beichen's masterpiece, but she just laughed secretly in her heart.