Jiang Zhihao looked at her with a strange face: "Since you can numb the pain nerves, why do you ask me if you want to cut them off?"
"Because it's more convenient and faster to cut it off." Murong Lanyi replied.
In her eyes, this may be a meaningless question. Many people in the organization have cut off their pain-sensing nerves.
Of course, those are relatively low-level members, and people like her who are ranked high do not need to do this.
Because the pain nerves are severed, you may not even feel that you are injured, let alone notice that you are bleeding.
When ordinary people lose their pain-sensing nerves, what they fear most is injury. They can easily die from excessive blood loss.
People with stronger fighting ability will continue to train themselves to achieve a higher level of pain tolerance.
Just like Guan Yu in ancient times scraping bones to heal his wounds, he only had to rely on playing chess to divert his attention. This is an example.
Jiang Zhihao was speechless when he heard that, because it was convenient and quick, he had to cut off his pain nerves?
He suddenly felt that in many cases it would be better to ask Murong Lanyi what he wanted to do first, and not let this woman make her own decisions.
After all, her ideas are based on strong people, which are very different from her own.
The pain nerves were paralyzed again, and Jiang Zhihao could not feel the pain, but he could feel Murong Lanyi's knife sliding back and forth on his flesh wounds, sometimes even touching the bones.
"You won't cut off my other things, right?" Jiang Zhihao asked, he was very afraid that Murong Lanyi would cut off any of his nerves on his own initiative.
"My medical skills rank first in the organization. No one can compare with me, not even the leader. The judge snapped his fingers so hard that the bullet was embedded in your bones. If you were an ordinary doctor, he would probably recommend that you amputate your limbs and use them as a personal stick.
But don’t worry, I will take out the bullet, but it will leave four scars, you shouldn’t mind.”
Jiang Zhihao looked at her and wanted to ask himself if he minded, would it be useful?
Looking at Murong Lanyi like this, it's obviously useless.
But from what she said, this shouldn't be a serious injury.
Bullets were taken out from the limbs one after another. Jiang Zhihao suddenly asked: "If the judge really puts a bullet into my heart, will you be able to save me?"
"10% sure." Murong Lan said gracefully.
Jiang Zhihao's hair stood up on hearing this, 10% sure?
Murong Lanyi stitched up his wound while saying: "The judge's finger snaps are specially trained and can easily break tempered glass. If he doesn't control his force, the bullet will directly penetrate your heart. In that case, there will be 10% chance of breaking the tempered glass."
Got it."
Jiang Zhihao asked with a dark face, "What if he controls his strength?"
"Then the bullet will stay in your heart. To be precise, because of the kinetic energy, it will tear your heart into a mess. Even gods can't save it." Murong Lanyi replied.
Jiang Zhihao took a deep breath and realized what kind of danger he had just experienced.
He looked serious and said solemnly: "If you tell me anything again in the future, I hope you can explain it clearly, especially the possible differences!"
Murong Lanyi said before that even if he was hit in the heart, he would still be able to be saved, but he did not say that there was such a big difference between being shot through the heart and being hit.
If she had made it clear before, maybe Jiang Zhihao would not dare to take such a risk.
Now that I think about it, I am considered a fool and I am lucky.