The Seventh Bride of President

Seeing that the man's face was unpredictable, Mo Siyu didn't beat around the bush with him. He simply said, "since I have been asked to come here for treatment, is there anything more important than your life, so you can't give up?"

The man was silent and clenched his teeth.

When the needle and thread arrived, Mo Siyu put the needle and thread through the wound and sewed the wound tightly.

It seems that what lies on the bed is not a person, but a leather bag without soul.

Just as the housekeeper was about to relax, the guard had carried the iron basin to the guest room with a red hot iron in it...

without waiting for the housekeeper to respond, Mo Siyu had grabbed one end of the iron, and could not help but press it towards the wound on the patient's abdomen on the bed...

"hiss", accompanied by the smell of roast meat spreading in the guest room.

The man on the bed didn't hold back and let out a cry of pain.

It was the first time for the housekeeper to see this symptom, and he was almost scared out of his wits.

Without waiting for the housekeeper to respond, Qin Wuyan's fingers have fallen on Mo Siyu's shoulder. Chu Chuyan's long sword, standing behind Mo Siyu, comes out of its sheath and stabs Qin Wuyan's chest...

the guest room is in a mess. Mo Siyu only feels that Qin Wuyan has just scratched him, and the whole shoulder blade is about to be crushed by Qin Wuyan.

Chu Chu said that he had a long sword in his hand and was in full swing with Qin Wuyan.

Just now, it was fine. For a moment, the housekeeper was scared. After a moment, he woke up and grabbed Mo Siyu's arm: "Mr. Yu, we asked you to come here to cure young master Qingmu, not to kill him.

What on earth are you doing? "

Mo Siyu pushed the housekeeper away: "don't disturb me. If you don't want him to die, just shut up."

When the housekeeper was overturned on the ground, Mo Siyu threw the still red iron aside and took out the gold needle from his arms. Between the long fingers turning over, a gold needle had been clamped on the tip of his finger.

When the housekeeper looked at the bed, he saw that the wounded on the bed had no strength, just like a salted fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of Mo Siyu.

Mo Siyu's knife has separated the man's upper body clothes.

Delicate smooth white bloodless muscles, a group of bulges, visible to the naked eye in the speed of crazy surging under the skin.

The housekeeper's face was earthy.

Mo Siyu's hands rose and fell, and the gold needles were quickly and accurately inserted into the arched protrusions one by one.

By the time the needle was inserted, the bulge under the injured's skin had been more honest. Just now, it was like a turbulent posture, and now it had become calm.

Mo Siyu straightened up, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Looking at it, he saw that the sword in Chu Chuyan's hand had fallen into Qin Wuyan's hand, and the blade of the sword had fallen on Chu Chuyan's neck.

Chu Chu Yan stood fearlessly, and his momentum did not decline at all: "since the high priest invited brother Yu to come and treat you, why would he not believe brother Yu?"

Qin Wuyan took a look at the bed, took back the sword, took a sword flower, inserted the sword into the scabbard held by Chu Chuyan, and said in a low voice: "the first time I saw someone holding a soldering iron to stop the bleeding, I thought Yu Gongzi..."

Qin Wuyan saw Qingmu's chest undulating slightly, and his weak voice went down: "it's my priest's recklessness."

After the shock, the housekeeper got up from the ground and wiped his tears, almost without crying: "doctor Yu, if you want to apply the needle, you have to say that it's not frightening...

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