Tenosynovitis is very difficult to cure and it takes a long time.
However, it is not easy for Feng Jiuer to alleviate the pain.
"I need a pack of silver needles, the kind that are very thin and long."
So soon, the needle pack was delivered, and when a few silver needles were inserted, the jailer was immediately delighted: "It really doesn't hurt anymore, it's true!"
"Don't move around. You have to rest for a while after the acupuncture. Moreover, this acupuncture cannot guarantee that you will never feel pain. Be careful not to be too tired in the future and use less force when hitting people, otherwise you will suffer too."
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This jailer's name is A Biao. When we chatted just now, I learned that he specializes in making mistakes for people.
"I know, but sometimes, if someone from above is staring at me, I can't help but hit him hard!"
"If you don't beat me to pieces, I won't be able to explain to the people above you."
Feng Jiu'er rolled her eyes at him, and A Biao immediately scratched his head: "This, that... there's nothing we can do about it."
Another jailer had already squeezed over, holding his face and saying vaguely: "Miss Jiu, look at my teeth..."
"You knew you had a toothache and you secretly ate sweets last night? You deserve to be hurt to death!"
"Miss Emma, you even know that I ate sweets last night, you are really a living god!"
These nine girls seem to be getting more and more magical, almost like gods!
"Sister Fairy, please take pity on me and give me two injections so that I don't feel any pain."
"What benefits can you give me?" Feng Jiuer leaned on the back of the chair and squinted at him, "I won't do anything without benefits."
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Time is coming soon.
Some people really can't place hope. Without hope, there will be no disappointment.
Therefore, Feng Jiuer is very calm now because she really doesn't expect too much.
A group of people came in a hurry, and the cell door was pushed open with a bang. As expected, Zhang Jianhong came in person.
"Bring her out!"
"Yes." A Biao and A Yang escorted Feng Jiu'er out of the cell.
Zhang Jianhong looked at her ugly face again and couldn't help but sneered: "With such a look, no wonder His Highness the Crown Prince didn't come."
If she is so ugly, no man will be willing to do anything more for her.
Time? It’s already time now!
It's not that he doesn't sell His Highness the Crown Prince's face, but that he has given up on it himself.
It’s not like the country is beautiful and fragrant, so there’s no reason to disobey the Holy One’s will for such an ugly creature.
As expected, Feng Jiuer was taken to the execution room.
"Come here, wait for me with a beating!" Zhang Jianhong sat on the chair and said coldly.
Feng Jiuer's face darkened: "The interrogation hasn't started yet, why do you need to make a decision first?"
If you give me a slap in the face without even asking, isn't this a sign of subjugation?
"Do you need to direct the interrogation of this capital? If you have the ability, let the Crown Prince come and protect you."
Zhang Jianhong sneered, now, the Holy Emperor is unwilling to see General Feng, and the Crown Prince is not coming, which means that this girl has no backing at all.
Such people will not be beaten unless they are beaten in vain.
He just liked to hear the screams. The more miserable the prisoner screamed, the more excited he became.
"Give me twenty big shots, and then ask questions after you finish!"
A Biao and A Yang looked at each other with helpless expressions on their faces, and held Feng Jiu'er down on the Xing bed.
Feng Jiuer glared at Zhang Jianhong: "You are abusing lynching, I don't accept it!"
A Biao said calmly: "Don't be rude to Lord Du Tong!"
