My wife is a little bit squeamish

Chapter 375 [Mu Boliang's Angry Wedding 16]

"Well, what happened to what I asked you to do?"

"Young master, it's already done. He will definitely not be able to leave the wedding venue tomorrow."

"Well, the guests have been notified."

"Okay, you go down"

"Young master, bandage your hands. Tomorrow will definitely be a bridegroom who will overwhelm the audience."

"Ok!"

Hei Ying winked at the subordinate who stretched out his hand, and the subordinate hurriedly retreated and found a doctor to come in.

"Sir, the glass slag has sunk in. I'll give you anesthesia first to take out the glass slag."

"No, just take it like this,"

"Sir!!!" The doctor glanced at Mu Baoliang who was expressionless but extremely strong, and then looked at Hei Ying again, wanting him to persuade him, but Hei Ying nodded: "Just take it like this."

In fact, this kind of pain is nothing to Mu Boliang. Even if a bullet hit his arm, their young master could just grit his teeth and let someone cut it out with a dagger. That kind of pain is no longer something an ordinary person can bear. Their young master did not gnaw.

At this time, it's just to remove the glass slag.

The doctor took out the poison-consuming pliers from the medicine box, and looked at Mu Baoliang worriedly: "Sir, it hurts a bit, bear with it, and don't move."

"Hmm!" Mu Baoliang indifferently squeezed out a monotone from his nasal cavity, carelessly.

The doctor tremblingly began to use tweezers to remove the glass slag from Mu Boliang. At the beginning, he cautiously tested whether Mu Boliang would move. He carefully observed Mu Boliang's face. injury.

But when he went down with the tweezers, Mu Baoliang not only didn't move, but a cold smile flashed in his eyes, and the doctor stopped hesitating immediately, and began to take out the glass shards from his palm bit by bit.

10 minutes passed, all the glass scum was taken out, and it was time to disinfect with alcohol: "Sir, hold on"

The doctor was about to use cotton balls to disinfect Mu Boliang, but Mu Boliang took the alcohol on the table and poured it directly on his wound without even frowning. It hurts too, let alone alcohol.

But Mu Baoliang endured it abruptly.Because of Mu Baoliang's actions, the doctor sat there in a daze, with a flash of disbelief in his eyes.It's true that he is a doctor, but sometimes he sees patients who are inconvenient to go to a big hospital.

It must be about gunshot wounds, so I met all kinds of people, but I didn't meet anyone like Mu Baoliang.

"Apply medicine!!!"

Mu Baoliang opened his mouth indifferently, seeing that the doctor was unmoved at all, raised his eyes expressionlessly, and repeated: "Prescribe the medicine!"

"Oh, oh, oh" At this moment, Mu Baoliang's aura was so domineering that even the surrounding air seemed to have cooled down instantly, almost freezing.

The doctor was so frightened that his head was covered with sweat, he hurriedly bandaged Mu Baoliang, which was obviously the most common action on weekdays, but he was unusually slow.Even breathing became more careful, but Mu Baoliang was very patient and didn't say a word.

It took almost half an hour before his palms were bandaged.The black shadow sent the doctor away, and Mu Baoliang was still sitting on the sofa alone. The remaining glass shards had been cleaned up, and the floor was also spotless.As if nothing had just happened.

(End of this chapter)