In the end, Lin Hao gave up the idea of stabbing Yan Xing's chrysanthemum because this guy was already miserable enough.
After putting a sling bottle on him and injecting energy mixture and antibiotics as usual, Lin Hao looked at his hand that had been tightening and said: "Come down first!"
Yan Xing responded without thinking: "I can't get off!"
Lin Hao said doubtfully: "Huh?"
Yan Xing glared at him sideways and replied angrily: "It hurts like hell when I move. How can I get down?"
Lin Hao had no choice but to say: "Then give me your hand!"
Yan Xing said: "I can't give it to you!"
Lin Hao said: "Huh?"
Yan Xing said angrily: "I have one hand to support you, but one hand is broken, how can I give it to you!"
Lin Hao said: "Hand over the broken one!"
Yan Xing said nervously: "What do you want to do?"
Yan Su on the side saw this and said hurriedly: "Yan Xing, the black-faced god is going to treat you, please extend your hand to him!"
Yan Xing was still hesitant after hearing this, looking like he wanted to stretch but didn't dare. Lin Hao didn't want to delay any longer, so he reached out with both hands, grabbing his wrist with his left hand and his elbow with his right hand.
Yan Xing's dislocated hand was already in terrible pain, and it was even more painful when he grabbed it. His whole face wrinkled up, and he opened his mouth and said harshly: "You surnamed Lin, I'm going to fuck you..."
Before he could curse the next words, Lin Hao's hand had already exerted force, pulling, twisting, pressing and turning, and then he heard a "click" sound in his elbow joint.
"Ah -" Yan Xing finally screamed uncontrollably, the sound was as sharp and shrill as giving birth to a child in difficult labor.
Yan Su was stunned, covered her mouth and looked at Lin Hao in shock, because this treatment was so rough and direct!
"Kekekeke" there was a rapid knock on the door, and Yan Xing's father's voice also rang, "Yan Xing, Yan Xing, how are you? How are you?"
Yan Xing ignored the sounds outside and just stared at Lin Hao fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
Lin Hao asked calmly: "Why are you staring at me? Do you want to bite me?"
Yan Xing said angrily: "Lin, you are taking revenge on me!"
"Huh?" Lin Hao teased him with interest: "This is a bit strange to say. I have no grudges against you, why should I take revenge on you?"
Yan Xing said: "Because I deliberately threw a bunch of firecrackers at your feet this morning."
"Huh?" Lin Hao pretended to be surprised and said, "Did you throw it on purpose? I thought you did it accidentally!"
Yan Xing: "You..."
Lin Hao continued: "Originally, you fell so badly, I sympathized with you, but if this is the case, then you deserve it!"
These words almost made Yan Xing's lungs explode with anger. He didn't even say what he would do to you after I recovered. He just punched Lin Hao in the face with the dislocated hand.
With a sound of "Pah!", Lin Hao firmly caught his punch with one palm.
Seeing that the two were fighting at this time, Yan Su immediately panicked and said hurriedly: "Hey, hey, don't, don't!"
Yan Xing felt as if his punch had hit the wall, and he immediately wanted to retract it, but at this moment Lin Hao's palm suddenly spread out, and his five fingers suddenly clenched, holding his fist firmly.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Hao's other hand reached up and kneaded upwards inch by inch starting from his wrist joint.
Yan Xing wanted to break away from him, but she couldn't break free from his grasp despite all her strength. As he kneaded her, an indescribable feeling came over her hand, which seemed to be painful and vague.
It was extremely comfortable, making him want to scream involuntarily, but in the end he gritted his teeth and held back.
Yan Su saw that the fight between the two had stopped, and Lin Hao's movements were a little weird, as if he was doing a massage or checking, so he suppressed it!
One of Lin Hao's hands kneaded from Yan Xing's wrist to his shoulder, and then he completely let go of his hand and said: "Okay, fortunately it's just a dislocation and no fracture!"
Yan Xing moved his dislocated hand in confusion. He was surprised to find that the hand that had been in severe pain and could not be straightened could be moved. Not only could it move but he no longer felt pain. He couldn't help but look at it in a daze for a while.
Xiang Linhao.
It's a long story, but it actually only took a few blinks. Yan Xing's father was still knocking on the door and calling out.
Yan Xing came back to his senses and shouted to his father outside: "Dad, are you annoyed? Can't you calm down for a while?"
Hearing that he finally agreed, Yan Xing's father asked nervously: "Yan Xing, are you okay?"
Yan Xing responded with a strong tone: "You can't die! Don't worry about it!"
As soon as these words came out, it finally became quiet outside.
Although Lin Hao felt that Yan Xing's attitude towards his father was a bit bad, it was someone else's family matter and had nothing to do with him, so he didn't pay attention to it. He just brought a pair of scissors, held it in his hand and moved it "Cha Cha" twice!
Hearing this voice, Yan Xing couldn't help turning his head and looked around. When he saw the sharp scissors, his heart tightened and he immediately asked: "What are you going to do?"
Lin Hao ignored him, but picked up another pair of scissors, handed it to Yan Su and said, "You come to help too!"
Yan Su took the scissors and asked, "What should I do?"
Lin Hao said: "Cut off all his clothes!"
Yan Su asked doubtfully: "Tongtong?"
Lin Hao nodded and said: "Yes, everything, everything, everything. Is Ana Dian?"
"No!" Yan Xing shouted and wanted to jump up from the bed without waiting for Yan Su's consent. However, as soon as his body moved, the wounds and countless large and small thorns on his body were affected, and the pain immediately made him grin and suck.
Angry, "Hi, si, surnamed Lin, I, si, I'm warning you, don't mess around! If you dare to cut my clothes, I will never spare you."
Yan Su also murmured: "Yes, Black Faced God, this... is not good!"
Lin Haoli ignored Yan Xing and just said to Yan Su expressionlessly: "Didn't you see that he has so many thorns on his body? How can you remove the thorns without cutting all his clothes? You can pick out the thorns through the clothes.
?"
Yan Xing immediately shouted: "That won't work either..."
"Shut up!" There is no doubt that people's patience has limits, and the same goes for Lin Hao. After an angry rebuke, he pinched Yan Xing's chin, forced him to raise his head to look at him, and then shouted in a deep voice: "Yan Xing,
I don’t care who you are, or how awesome you are outside, when you get to my territory, especially on this operating bed, you have to listen to me honestly!”
Yan Xing came into contact with his gloomy and deep gaze, which seemed to contain infinite killing intent. He, who had never been afraid of anything, couldn't help but feel guilty. Although he still looked at him angrily, his confidence was seriously lacking.
After Lin Hao stared at him coldly for a while, he let him go, then walked up to him and grabbed his big T-shirt that was covered in mud and blood and had countless tears.
"Hey!" With a sound, the scissors had cut from the hem of the T-shirt to the waist.
As the T-shirt was cut open, a piece of snow-white, delicate, and smooth skin was exposed to the air...although it was somewhat stained with mud.
Heck, this guy's skin is actually whiter than a woman's!
Lin Hao cursed in his mind in confusion, but the scissors continued to cut upwards without stopping. Then his eyes opened wider because he saw a waist that was slender and softer than that of a woman.
This is...a transvestite?
Lin Hao's scissors finally stopped and he looked at Yan Su suspiciously, obviously asking: What is going on?
Yan Su didn't answer him, but had a complicated and weird expression on his face.
But at this time, Yan Xing, who felt the chill on his back, seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, no longer shouting or struggling, and just buried his face deeper in the bed.
Lin Hao couldn't get an answer from Yan Su, and he couldn't ask Yan Xing, so he could only continue to cut, but only cut a few centimeters, and his scissors stalled again.
Under the T-shirt, there is actually clothes. No, to be precise, they are not clothes, but strips of cloth, thin strips of cloth, criss-crossed and wrapped around the chest and back. The shape is like a ribbon...
What is this?
Looking at your tube top, which looks like a bra wrap, Lin Hao is puzzled. He has no idea what the situation is. What would a grown man do with such a thing?
When he was lost in thought, a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound came from below, and Yan Su had already taken the scissors and started to cut upwards along Yan Xing's trousers.
Lin Hao came to his senses and quickly cut Yan Xing's T-shirt in half, then cut it along the shoulders. After removing the T-shirt, he hooked Yan Xing with his fingers without hesitation.
The white cloth strips on the chest and back were cut one by one.
No matter what kind of ghost is wrapped around Yan Xing's chest, if you want to get rid of all the thorns on his body, you must remove all the clothes on his body.
As the strips of cloth were cut one by one, Yan Xing's body began to tremble. When the last strip of cloth was cut, Lin Hao felt Yan Xing's head raised, as if he wanted to turn around to question himself.
It seemed that he was already prepared in his heart, but in the end Yan Xing did not raise his head. Instead, he buried his head deeper and tighter on the head of the bed.
With its head low and its hips high, it looked like an ostrich being attacked by an enemy.
Lin Hao looked along his neck and back in confusion. The more he looked, the more puzzled he became, because this slender and graceful back and waist did not look like that of a man.
When he looked across his back and towards his chest, he was stunned. Wrong, to be precise, he almost had a shock on the spot!
Yan Xing's chest, which looked flat on the surface, actually dropped a pair of things that looked like upside-down porcelain bowls after the strips of cloth were scattered. They turned out to be...
Ouch, oh my god!
This, what is going on?
Is this Yan Xing a man, a woman, or a shemale?
It's thundering and raining today, don't make such a joke, okay?
Lin Hao was really stunned. He stared blankly at Yan Xing's chest muscles, which were even more developed than Yan Su's... No, chest!