Time passed bit by bit, and Feng Qingcheng's eyes were even tired, but the wound where his blood dripped was still so hideous, without a trace of healing.Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, she seemed to be a little overestimating her own blood.Seeing that the wound was no longer bleeding, Feng Chengcheng finally sat down on the chair in front of the bed weakly.Her eyes flickered, she looked at the wounds on his body, and shook her head helplessly.It is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and all her medical knowledge needs the help of modern technology to play a role.Now she can only watch his life pass bit by bit.Mu Shenxiao was lying there, his eyes were closed, his long eyebrows were constricted, and the pain on his body made his subconscious have a deep reaction.His gaze slid all the way down to the wound on his back, and as he passed over his lower back, he suddenly paused.There was a palm-sized wound that looked like a scar.Her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly stood up, looking aggressively at the scar.The wounds on his body, she had already browsed, but she could not find such a scar in her memory.Besides, this scar, which is a state that only heals, how can it appear on his body?
And it is obvious that when she dripped blood for him just now, it was in the shoulder, and it was definitely not in the lower back.He can't be like himself, with the ability to heal himself, right?
Feng Chengcheng stepped forward slowly, standing in the position he had just taken, and when he closed his eyes and recalled his actions just now, his left hand was slowly raised and placed on top of the wound that was dripping blood for him just now.In her right hand, she closed her eyes and felt that the volley was also placed on top of the position just now, took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes.As she stared at her right hand, her breath faltered.The scarred wound was just under the palm of her hand.Feng Chengcheng looked at his hand carefully in disbelief, and his lips opened to the extreme in surprise."
Won't you......
Did I heal his wounds?
But how did I do it?
”Silver Fang bit her lower lip nervously, and she took a deep breath and reached for the scar with her palm again.Abandon all the distracting thoughts in her heart, hold the spiritual platform, and give all her thoughts to her right palm.A mist-like, imperceptible streamer of light gradually lingered on her palm, and a faint light poured out of her palm, landing on the scar to a visible extent.The color of the scar changed from dark purple to light purple, then to lilac, pink, and finally to white, until it finally completely blended into the surrounding skin.Looking at his masterpiece dumbfounded, Feng Qingcheng's heart was like being shocked, beating wildly, and a dense layer of sweat appeared nervously on his forehead.Even if her mental quality is so strong and resistant to suppression, she can't resist the direct stimulation of this crazy thing.In disbelief, his fingertips slowly slid towards the other wounds on his body, and the light of his palm poured down, and the wounds slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, scarring, and skin regeneration...... () Supreme Mad Concubine: The fifth lady of the ghost doctor