"So, I should be a dead person to be brought to this villa."
Li Ge raised his eyebrows and asked, a strange idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
This is related to some clues she discovered when she washed her face with cold water this morning.
She suddenly stared at the waiter carefully, observed her face carefully and said: "I'm afraid your face is not your true face."
When the waiter heard this, he couldn't help but take two steps back.
He was so surprised that he was speechless.
"I must have this face."
Li Ge stretched out his hand and caressed her face.
Just as she was about to say something, Shishu rushed over to her and covered her mouth directly.
Seeing the panic in her eyes, Li Ge's angry expression gradually calmed down, and he pushed her hand away: "Why are you nervous?
I was just joking."
The waiter's face had turned pale and drained of color, as if he had just experienced a catastrophe and breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just that Shi Shu's excessive behavior just now made her feel confident that her face was fake.
That means that the process of rescuing her described by Xue Cong is not entirely true.
So is there a possibility that she is not dead at all?
But what about those legs that look like dead trees?
If she could see Po Meng again tonight, she would have to ask clearly.
Seeing the servant slumped on the chair like a dead fish, Li Ge said coldly: "Don't worry, even if I know something, I will never hurt you."
The servant opened his mouth and lowered his eyes with an extremely complicated expression.
Before going to bed at night, Li Ge refused to drink the decoction: "Now that I know the effect of this decoction, I will never take another sip."
The servant looked at her with a sad face and sighed heavily: "But your legs" "I know what's going on, just go back."
Li Ge poured the medicine into the spittoon.
The servant had no choice but to leave angrily.
An hour later, the door was pushed open, and the footsteps were still those of Mrs.
Meng.
Only this time, Li Ge did not pretend to sleep, but sat quietly on the bed, watching Po Meng without saying a word.
When Po Meng saw her appearance, she was not surprised at all.
She sat down directly in front of the bed and took out the silver needle bag: "Since you don't want to be anesthetized, you have to endure some pain."
Li Ge took a deep breath: "Thank you so much, Po Meng."
"There's no need to thank me.
The person who saved you is Xue Cong.
I just responded to his request to help you treat your illness."
Po Meng took out the silver needle and disinfected it while saying, "When you leave here in the future, you will never see me again." " Li Ge nodded: "I understand."
Po Meng took out a silver needle and pointed it at her: "Although I want to help you recover your legs, the needle is placed on the head, so you have to hold on for a while."
Li Ge took a breath and nodded: "Come on."
Po Meng's technique was extremely skillful, but she still felt heartbreaking pain.
The pain came not from her head where the silver needle had been pricked, but from her legs.
Li Ge only felt that there was a stream of heat between his legs hitting some blocked areas, affecting the countless meridians between his legs.
It was like being burned by fire, and the pain was unbearable.
She was so painful that cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Po Meng frowned: "I told you that this will be very painful."
Li Ge gritted his teeth and said, "I can continue if you can."
Seeing that she was determined not to be anesthetized, Po Meng frowned and continued what she was doing.
And all of this was seen by a dark figure standing in the darkness of the room, with an unspeakable complexity in his eyes.
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