Jing Mohao's face darkened, and his eyes suddenly narrowed, making Jian Qing tremble all over.
"What are you looking at?"
Jing Mohao suddenly showed a row of neat teeth, and suddenly smiled, but with a certain gloomy feeling, he said, "Just reminding you, just because Luo Xi doesn't know, it doesn't mean that Lin Susha doesn't know."
"What does Lin Susha know?
I haven't been touched by that old woman."
"You didn't."
Jing Mohao glanced over, as if giving Jian Qing a full-body X-ray scan.
Jian Qing pointed out three fingers again, "I dare to swear to God and use my personality to guarantee that I am innocent."
"Okay," Jing Mohao looked away and raised three fingers himself, "I dare to swear to God and use your personality to guarantee that I am also innocent." "" Why should he use his own personality as a guarantee when he swears?
"They said your wound was suppurating and you fell to the ground.
What happened?"
Jian Qing returned to the topic.
Jing Mohao pulled off the clothes on his body, revealing the mountains of pus that had accumulated on his shoulders, which made Jian Qing's heart tremble.
"As for your wound, if you don't come to me again, you won't even want this arm anymore."
"So much nonsense, I'm not here to find you now." "" Without further delay, Jian Qing quickly took out the scalpel and cleaned out all the suppurating flesh.
The thick water has invaded the cortex and spread deeply.
The blade of the knife has penetrated deep and is embedded within a foot.
Jian Qing didn't dare to pick it out easily, so she found a clean towel and put it to Jing Mohao's mouth.
"Bite, bear with it."
"Need not."
He set his eyes hard, penetrating through the layers of gauze, through the entire purple cloud peak, through the entire Australian continent, and stared at a beautiful and refreshing little face.
The essence of pain does not lie in how many pain-sensing neurotransmitters are hidden in the skin.
But the question is, who makes this pain so profound, and who can make this pain disappear completely.
Jian Qing moved as fast as possible, but in order to ensure that all the pus was scraped out, time was also indispensable.
Jian Qing tried to find something to talk about, but she couldn't find the energy to spare, so she had no choice but to let the "squeak" sound of the knife scraping across the bones cut through the silence settled in the air.
"Tell me, what have you discovered after so long?"
Jian Qing couldn't find a topic, but Jing Mohao was the first to speak.
Jian Qing kept her hands on her hands and only paid some attention to reply, "I am a doctor.
I usually study my things in my room.
It is unprecedentedly clean."
Jing Mohao snorted softly, "You are hiding cleanly.
Have you ever thought about Lin Susha's situation?"
Lin Susha Jian Qing paused at first, then thought of the woman's decisive departure and the room she had turned into a garbage dump, and said dullly, "I said, even though she knew you several years before me, you can't She was the first to kick me when I spoke to her like this, and she was the first to tell me that we would never have anything to do with each other.
Why should I think about what will happen to her?"
"It's fun for her to kick you." "" Sister.
There was a look of gloating on his face.
"I asked you whether you want us to be well together or not."
"I said it works." "" That doesn't work It's all broken.
There's really no other way to do it except smash it.
Jian Qing raised her eyelids, took a deep breath, regained her energy, and continued the deboning action on her hands
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