Jian Qing couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, "Your brain is really amazing."
Once Jian Qing made him a friend, he would never have to worry about food for eight lifetimes.
Even if they go out to beg for food, this guy can still find a doorway that others can't find, and maybe he can get a golden rice bowl.
Jing Mohao had long been accustomed to his admiring gaze and blew out smoke rings very calmly.
With his unknown thoughts, they swirled up and merged into a clear sky.
Jian Qing handed the ashtray to him and said, "Stop smoking.
The ointment has been prepared for you.
Quickly clean up your arm.
If you don't take it seriously, you won't be able to hug Luo Xi in the future."
Jing Mohao pinched the cigarette holder with his finger, raised his eyebrows and glanced sideways at him.
He actually listened to his words, put out the fireworks, and rolled up his sleeves.
The black wound covered by the cuffs had been soaked in water, kicked, and delayed for a long time.
It had become swollen and blistered, and pus began to leak out.
The upper burnt skin has darkened and hardened into a thick piece of coke.
Jian Qing took his arm and looked left and right, her brows furrowed tightly, "Hao, this burn is delaying you.
It's a bit difficult to deal with."
He really doubted whether this guy had any pain-sensing nerves.
He was still tossing around without saying a word.
Could it be that it had the effect of relieving pain?
Well, there are research projects this year that you can apply for.
Jing Mohao glanced at the skin that he couldn't bear to look at and said, "If it's difficult, do it the hard way."
"Given the current deterioration, the dead skin on it must be cut off, otherwise the infection will become more severe."
"Yeah."
The man didn't react much.
"But" Jian Qing hesitated.
Jing Mohao glanced at him and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Jian Qing stared at his face and said, "Anesthetics cannot be used in this process."
“There is a big difference between using it and not using it” "" To him, maybe there really isn’t much difference.
But the pain of cutting away flesh and bones is not something that anyone can bear.
Even an iron man like him is not sure whether he can bear it.
But pain is better than being useless.
This is their tacit consensus.
Jian Qing took the medicine box that had just been brought down from upstairs, took out the scalpel, and disinfected it with alcohol.
The blade was sharp and shiny.
"Hao, if there's no problem, I'll take action.
Please bear with me."
"Yeah."
Jing Mohao snorted, took a long puff of cigarette, and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
Jian Qing wasted no time, took the lighter that the man had left on the table, dipped the blade in alcohol, and suddenly a cluster of flames burst out, wrapping the sharp blade.
The alcohol evaporates faster and the flame goes out, leaving only a thin piece of reddish iron.
Jian Qing looked resolute, and decisively cut off the hard scab on the man's arm from top to bottom, sticking to the lowest layer of flesh, and cutting off the dead skin that was bleeding with pus and blood.
Jing Mohao frowned slightly in his heart.
It really hurts like hell.
But if Luo Xi were here, his feelings might not be so strong.
Jian Qing acted quickly and removed all damaged tissue in the shortest time.
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Only one bright red muscle was left.
In order to avoid infection, Jian Qing quickly opened the ointment box and covered it all with him.
The ointment was cold, and it was even more cooling when applied to the hot muscles.
Jing Mohao suddenly felt a chill coming over him and lowered his eyes.
"Is it very cold?"
Jian Qing knew the user experience of this box of ointment very well.
Seeing his discomfort, she took the initiative to ask
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