Luo Xi was caught off guard by his sudden force.
The hand that grabbed his wrist was broken free by him, while the other hand facing him was pierced by a needle.
A hot splash of bright red streaked across the woman's smooth face and stained the man's cold cheeks.
A smell of rust immediately spread in the cold air between the two.
Luo Xi felt no pain, but no other consciousness.
There was a loud "bang", and the iron door was broken directly with a blunt instrument from the outside, and a figure hurried in.
"Luoxi, didn't I let you come up?"
Jian Qing saw the woman with her back turned to him at a glance, and hurriedly stepped forward.
When he came back, he saw the keys thrown outside and the door that couldn't be opened.
He thought there was an enemy invasion.
Seeing that the two of them had no reaction at all, Jian Qing walked straight forward, but was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she couldn't say anything.
Luo Xi's neck was already black and purple, and in the palm of his hand that had turned into a sea of red, there was a needle filled with deathridde inserted, and the two of them were in a bloody stalemate, Judging from the look on Jing Mohao's face, he is showing signs of being poisonous again.
Logically speaking, the second time would usually occur within a month or so, so he dared to let him stay here alone and go back to the hospital to deal with things.
How could it become poisonous so quickly?
Is it because Jing Mohao's physical fitness is so bad that the onset period will be greatly shortened.
Or maybe deathridde is carried by insects and infected by humans, and the toxicity will be enhanced.
Or, the deathridde carried by these insects may have been purified, processed, or mutated.
It seems that the structural analysis is no different from the semi-pure deathridde products on the market, but the toxicity is much more severe than those defective products.
If this is really the case, no matter what the situation is, Jing Mohao's condition will become more serious and even less optimistic.
Jian Qing saw the color in Jing Mohao's eyes diminishing day by day.
It was probably because time had passed and the poison had passed.
Thanks to Luo Xi for helping him get the shot, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
According to the speed at which his drug develops, if others can quit the drug after three attempts, he may need eight or ten times to succeed.
Jian Qing quickly took out a tranquilizer from his pocket and injected it into the man's bare upper arm.
As the medicine took effect, Jing Mohao's movements did not change, but he slowly closed his eyes.
Jian Qing pushed away the man's powerless palm, straightened the needle, quickly pulled it out, took apart a piece of sterilized cotton dipped in Yunnan Baiyao and gave it to Luo Xi to hold it down.
Following his strength, Luo Xi stretched out her hand to hold down the cotton in her hand, and said in a mute voice, "I'm fine.
Please hurry up and help him take a look."
Jian Qing looked up at her and sighed deeply.
Why did he think her current injuries looked serious and urgent?
Jian Qing helped Jing Mohao, who had fallen into coma, to lie down on the bed beside him and covered him with a quilt.
He turned around and looked at the broken ground beneath his feet, feeling a slight headache.
Although he has been cleaning the place recently, cleaning up such a scene is indeed a big project.
Forget it, I don’t know when this guy wakes up, it’s more important to deal with Luo Xi first.
Luo Xi's eyes followed the man as calm as a baby, "Is he okay?"
Jian Qing held her trembling shoulders and pushed her outside.
"Get out first.
I'll help you take care of the wound.
Let's talk slowly."
Luo Xi twisted her neck and still looked in the direction of the bed, as if her soul had been aroused by the person on the bed.
She didn't look back until she stepped out of the iron door that had been drilled through, blocking any remaining sight.
Jian Qing took her directly into the hut where he developed reagents, soaked a sterile towel with ice water, and wrapped it around Luo Xi's bloody neck.
He took another pack of cotton swabs, dipped them in alcohol, and wiped the blood off Luo Xi's hands and face.
Only a long, deep crack was left on his hands, with blood oozing out.
It seemed that he couldn't wipe it away no matter how hard he wiped it. .
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"Endure the pain, I won't use anesthesia."
Jian Qing took out the surgical needle and warned.
Luo Xi looked at the shining silver needle and thread in his hand, and felt a little scared subconsciously.
She closed her lips and teeth tightly, not daring to breathe out.
But he still nodded slightly, turned his head slightly, and closed his eyes tightly.
Seeing how nervous she was, Jian Qing found it difficult to start, so she first found a topic to talk about.
"Hao's condition" Luo Xi's eyes opened immediately when he heard this, but he still didn't turn around.
He just distracted his nerves and leaned over to listen carefully.
Jian Qing continued, "The situation may be worse than I expected, but fortunately, you helped him get through this poisonous attack today, which should ensure that he will not have symptoms again for a month."
"Really?"
Luo Xi seemed to be rejoicing too.
Finally, for once, I didn't cause any trouble for him.
Finally, once, she really helped him.
Although, she brought this disaster to him "Well, so if you love him, it's worth all these injuries."
Luo Xi heard the harsh words in his words, and her drooping eyelashes trembled. if she loves him "Jian Qing, don't get me wrong, I don't love him."
Luo Xi denied it.
Jian Qing did not argue with her, but took advantage of her thoughtfulness and quickly moved the surgical needle through Luoxi's tender skin, quickly moved around the wound, and sealed the blood-red ravine.
By the time Luo Xi noticed the itching at the wound, Jian Qing had already sutured her wound and was wiping her hands meticulously with a snow-white towel.
Luo Xi looked at the large stitched scar on his palm, which looked like a broken palm line, which was a bit ugly.
Jian Qing pulled off a piece of gauze and bandaged Luo Xi's palm, preventing her from looking at it again.
"The wound is too deep.
It doesn't just damage the dermis.
It will definitely leave scars.
Moreover," Jian Qing said a little unbearably.
Luo Xi raised her face to look at him, determination shining in her eyes.
"And what?"
Seeing him looking a little embarrassed, Luo Xi added, "It doesn't matter.
Just tell the truth.
I can accept it."
Jing Mohao could lose his life for himself, so why couldn't he accept some sacrifice for him?
When Jian Qing heard what she said, there was no need to hide anything.
As a doctor, he must tell the truth about the patient's condition.
"Moreover, the wound just scratched the entire nerve endings, so it may have a certain impact on the function of the entire hand.
You cannot lift heavy objects, and your fingers may not be controlled for part of the time.
You need to have a Mental preparation
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