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 wouldn'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.
Her bones and flesh were in pain so much that she didn't want to live, yet he was still scraping her bones and chatting 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.
Xiahou Huan'er did not stay in the hospital after receiving the injections to prevent infection and eliminate inflammation and viruses.
Dongfang Xing carried her out of the hospital and stayed in a luxurious top-notch hotel.
She fell asleep deeply on the huge bed.
Dongfang Xing was in the room, opened the virtual space video, and contacted Quanbupo.
After confirming that everything in the zombie camp was okay, he suddenly asked: "Is there a way to travel through the past?"
Quanbupo, who appeared on the virtual space video, was a little surprised: "Wang, do you want to go back to the past?"
Dongfang Xing shook his head.
Wang's brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly.
He and Xiahou Huan'er are in the imperial capital now and should be having a lot of fun, but his expression seems to be more serious.
I don’t understand it at all.
"So far, I have only heard that robots can have the ability to travel through time and space, but it was banned by the Machine King Lovis three years ago for ominous reasons."
Dongfang Xing turned his head and looked at the lovely person on the bed with his deep eyes.
Seeing his actions, Quan Bupo was a little surprised: "Wang, do you want to send her back to five hundred years ago?"
He cares so little about her, why would he let her go?
Dongfang Xing withdrew his eyes, his sinister expression became even colder, and he said a little decisively: "She is not suitable for this era."
Completely shocked.
Did he hear it right? For her, he did not hesitate to take risks alone, broke into the crisis-ridden Dragon Pond and Tiger's Den, and fell out with Long Qiao. Now he even left everything behind and risked being annihilated by humans just to escort her to the imperial capital.
Now he tells him that he wants to send her back to the original era.
"Wang, are you serious?" It's unbelievable, this situation is too weird.
Dongfang Xing stared at him, his eyes cold, his fierce and domineering aura transmitted through the virtual map, still majestic and intimidating.
The Corpse King doesn't talk nonsense or make jokes.
One is one, two is two.
It seemed that the Corpse King had made up his mind. He felt a little regretful and said, "I will contact the Machine King Luo Yusi."
