bad bad prince unbridled love

Chapter 23

After taking her pill, the fiery heat poison in his body was indeed suppressed, and it made him feel the cold and the pain in his heart.

Feng Qingqing immediately smiled happily: "Then you lie on your back, you can raise your head a little bit, you can put your legs as you like, and don't move your body."

After explaining these two sentences, she took out many things from the small wooden box and arranged them one by one.

White coat, disposable white gloves, iodophor, cotton swabs, a set of surgical knives, catgut, trauma medicine, etc.

Lie Feng and the woman in black watched as she slowly put on the strange white clothes in front, tied the belt behind her, put her hair on her head, and put on the mask and gloves... After all the movements , another quarter of an hour passed.

"Princess, you should quickly draw the arrow for the lord, the lord has already shed a lot of blood..." Lie Feng couldn't help urging, although Feng Qingqing's attitude seemed very serious, but this movement was really slow.

"Shut up!" Feng Qingqing just glared at him, then turned her head and said to the woman in black, "What's your name? Come forward."

"Subordinate Yusha!" The woman in black came over and stood behind Feng Qingqing.

"Okay, Yusha, I'm dealing with Ziheng's wound now, and you will be responsible for handing me the knife, tweezers, scissors and wiping my sweat."

Regardless of whether Yusha understood or not, Feng Qingqing was already busy.

She took a simple syringe, took out the anesthetic in the small glass bottle, and stuck it directly in Xuanyuan Mujing's heart, then pressed Xuanyuan Mujing's wound with her hand: "Does it hurt?"

Xuanyuan Mujing frowned slightly: "It doesn't hurt!" Obviously, more blood flowed out from the wound.

"I want to listen to my real feelings. You are a patient now, and I am a... doctor. Telling the truth will help me treat you. If it hurts, it hurts. If it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt? Obedient! Understand?"

Xuanyuan Mujing looked at Feng Qingqing, and felt that her serious appearance was unusually attractive: "Yes."

"Does it still hurt now?" Feng Qingqing pressed again.

"It hurts, it's bearable."

Press again: "Now?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

almost.

Feng Qing turned her head, took the sterilized cotton with tweezers and came over, first wiped Xuanyuan Mujing's wound clean, and said to her back: "Knife."

Yusha immediately handed over a knife.

Feng Qingqing took it and saw that it was a large knife, and handed it back: "The smallest one! If this knife goes down, he will die."

Yusha's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly changed.

Feng Qingqing didn't speak anymore, she took the knife and began to move on Xuanyuan Mujing's wound.

The thin knife seemed to come alive in her hand, every cut was just right, she stared at the wound without blinking, while precisely bypassing the blood vessels, digging out the barbs, While quickly stopping the bleeding and cleaning the wound, it was convenient for her to proceed to the next step... The room was very quiet, and the sound of her cutting flesh could even be heard, the blood was everywhere, and Gaefeng and Yusha felt a little scalp numb.

She didn't seem to be afraid, her expression was focused and her face was stern, as if she had suddenly changed into a different person. It was such a cruel scene, but it seemed to have become so sacred.

Soon, all the barbs were removed, she pulled out the arrow decisively, and threw it aside.

The blood still gushed out, and some of it splashed onto her face. She didn't panic, but quickly took measures to stop the bleeding, cleansed the wound again, applied medicine, and then took the suture needle and gut and started to sew Those tiny wounds.

"Zi Pu Zi Pu" the needle penetrated the flesh and blood, and quickly sewed up the barbed wound, it was really like embroidering on clothes, even Xuanyuan Mujing was surprised to see it.

This little woman usually acts so afraid of him, but now she's not afraid at all?So ruthless!Stitch by stitch, is it possible to embroider a flower on his flesh?

In fact, from Xuanyuan Mujing's point of view, Feng Qingqing actually embroidered a flower. At the end of the stitching, she threaded the needle several times in a row, and then, a beautiful flower appeared, like Is it a pansy?
His complexion was a little bad, and he said sullenly: "It's stitched...not bad, but this flower can be cut."

"Flower?" Feng Qingqing was puzzled, glanced at the wound, a little speechless, is it a professional surgical knot, okay?

"You can't cut it!" She said with a straight face: "If you cut it, the front thread will fall apart, and the sewing will be for nothing. You are a big man, why are you so coy? Besides, the wound is on your heart. You can see it after you put on your clothes." No, no one will deliberately take off your clothes to see your wounds, right?"

"Who dares!" Xuanyuan Mujing snorted coldly, Feng Qingqing's body trembled in fright, and he realized that his behavior just now was too presumptuous.

The person in front of her is Xuanyuan Mujing, the King of Hades!
"Zi... Ziheng, don't get angry, that... I was just... I was too worried about your injury, so I said some bad things to you. Not too good, hurry up and forget what I looked like just now." Don't get angry, don't get angry.

I can't bear your anger!

(End of this chapter)