Chapter 690 The Opportunity for Revenge is Right in Front of You
Since Leng Yue came here with Di Ji in mind, how could she leave so easily? She hasn't confirmed Feng Jiu'er's identity yet!
Clenching her palms, Leng Yue finally suppressed the anger in her chest.
She said coldly: "Okay! If you don't think well of my adoptive father when I go out, you might worry that I will demolish your Tianji Hall."
"Do you have this ability?" Feng Jiu smiled lightly. This smile was really ironic!
"You..." Leng Yue really wanted to rush over and squeeze her to death. She actually dared to make fun of herself for not overestimating her own abilities.
"Since you let me see it, then go out and wait, and stop yelling." Di Ji's patience was really limited. He would see it if he wanted to see it, and leave if he didn't want to see it.
This girl Leng Yue refused to leave, but insisted on starting a quarrel with Feng Jiu. He was really fed up!
Leng Yue knew that her performance was bad again today. In fact, she had always been in control, but she didn't know why. Every time she saw Feng Jiuer, she couldn't control herself.
Yes, she is Feng Jiu'er! Leng Yue doesn't believe anything she says and it's not such nonsense!
Finally, Leng Yue withdrew and closed the door of the consulting room for them.
Feng Jiu looked a little gloomy and stared at Di Ji's legs: "Sir, do you want to see the legs?"
Di Ji was actually a little embarrassed and didn't want to show his ugliest and most vulnerable side to others.
After hesitating for a while, he nodded.
"Then sir, please don't move around. I want to see the muscles and bones of your legs first."
Fengjiu rolled up Di Ji's trouser legs, but could still feel Di Ji's casual resistance.
This leg is pretty well maintained, not as well maintained as the masked empress's leg in the palace. There are too many people serving the masked empress, and they all work hard, but Emperor Ji is different.
Emperor Ji probably suffered a lot in the early years, especially when he founded the Tianzun Sect.
Feng Jiu even once had some admiration for this elder. That was before Di Ji helped Ye Luosha to kill himself.
As for now, for a person who is always thinking about killing herself, it is remarkable that she can not take revenge immediately.
Now, her fingers fell on Diji's legs, following the texture of the muscles.
The reason why his legs are well maintained is because there are still muscles in his legs that have not completely withered. It seems that he has been receiving massages for many years.
When she checked, the expression on her face was meticulous, serious, responsible, and rigorous, without any personal emotions.
After checking the muscles, she ran her fingers over the meridians that might still exist, and then tested them with silver needles.
Di Ji had long accepted this fact, and his legs did not react at all.
However, just as Feng Jiu's silver needle penetrated into the door of his ankle, one of Di Ji's toes seemed to twitch slightly.
Just one click, so fast that even Di Ji doubted whether his feeling was wrong, but Feng Jiu could see it clearly.
The meridians in his legs were not completely necrotic yet, and actually... there was still a slight possibility of recovery.
"Do you feel it?" she asked lightly, her voice was really faint, even lighter than usual, and even mixed with an evil aura that even she herself was not aware of.
Di Ji didn't notice it either, because it was too indifferent, completely in line with the status of a doctor who had no feelings for him.
"Just now... there seemed to be a little twitching." He said hoarsely, and only then did he realize that his voice could be so hoarse at times.
It seems that there is no expectation at all. No matter how calm my heart is, the excitement suppressed by my subconscious will still emerge.
Hehe, this old guy still really wants his legs to get better, doesn’t he?
After so many years, no doctor has discovered the remaining meridians of his. Now that Feng Jiu has discovered it, he doesn't know whether it is his luck or misfortune.
Because she hasn't decided yet whether to save him or... completely destroy him.
The tip of the silver needle landed on another acupuncture point, but Feng Jiu said calmly and calmly: "I will prick the acupuncture point just now for you again. Can you take a closer look to see if you are still conscious?"
The needle tip has been aimed at Di Ji's acupuncture point, but this acupoint is not the foot door point just now, it is... the door of death.
It was only a small distance from the foot door point, not even half a finger away, but it was impossible for Di Ji to feel it because this part of his leg had no feeling.
Oh, after this injection, there will never be any remaining tendons and veins. Even if someone discovers them someday, these tendons and veins will never get better.
As long as this needle goes in ruthlessly!
The tip of the needle landed on the tip of the pulse at the door of death. Feng Jiu's technique of applying the needle was unique and she had never made any mistakes for so many years.
You can't go wrong, as long as you go down, Di Ji's legs will never get better in his life.
She remembered that day on the battlefield when she was seriously injured and met him and Leng Yue.
She recalled that she naively thought that when she encountered the Allied Forces, the Allied Forces gave her an almost fatal blow.
She remembered that Feng Yinan was stabbed by Leng Yue in order to save her from being shot by an arrow. She remembered that Yinan was still confined to a wheelchair.
All this is thanks to them!
She had overwhelming hatred in her heart, not only her own hatred, but also Yinnan's.
As long as this needle goes in, at least half of this revenge can be avenged!
She wants revenge!
Di Ji didn't feel anything when the needle tip pierced his skin, he just watched everything indifferently.
Feng Jiu's forehead and even her palms were covered with sweat.
She was nervous, nervous as she had never been before!
She has never harmed people so much. She is a doctor, and her responsibility is to save people, but now she is using her identity as a doctor to... harm people!
She was pointing the silver needle at the patient, not to treat him, but to mutilate him!
Suddenly, something seemed to flow through Feng Jiu's heart.
She seemed to have forgotten just now that she was a doctor.
And he is the only remaining relative of Uncle Nine Emperors and Mu Mu in this world, their biological uncle...
Seeing her delay in taking action, Di Ji frowned: "Sir..."
As soon as the needle tip was turned, it was inserted into another acupuncture point not far away from before.
pain!
I don't know if it was because the piercing was too hard or because it was piercing too deep, but even a person as tolerant as Di Ji suddenly changed his expression.
"First..." The next moment, Di Ji's expression became even more serious.
He was breathing heavily, clenching his fist in an instant, and his fingertips even started to tremble uncontrollably.
Pain! He actually felt pain just now!
Aren’t these two legs completely numb? But just now, I felt pain!
His legs...his legs have feeling!
So, his legs can still be saved, right?
He still has a chance to leave this wheelchair and stand up, right?
