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Although Yan Ming knew that his life might not be guaranteed, but seeing Yang Yifeng, a bastard, who was so violent, he still couldn't help but want to scold his mother.

This product is really too bad!

But despite this, even if Yan Ming hated itchy, he had to quickly take out his lighter and squat on the ground to disinfect Yang Yifeng's silver needle.

Wow!

At this moment, seeing Yan Ming squatting on the ground and burning the silver needle handed to him by Yang Yifeng, the people in the multimedia classroom were all taken aback, and there was an uproar in their mouths.

There's nothing wrong with their eyes, is there?

Why did they actually see an old professor of the medical department so respectfully burning silver needles for Yang Yifeng's little student?

And so willingly, without complaints!

Could it be that there is no story between this old professor and Yang Yifeng?

At this moment, all the students and teachers in the multimedia classroom stared at the scene below in disbelief.

But at this time, Yang Yifeng and Yan Ming on the rostrum didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment at all, one seriously gave Shi Xianran the last facial massage, and the other conscientiously burned those silver needles with a lighter.

The two of them were each doing their own work, and neither of them bothered the other, as if what they were doing now was something that would benefit all of humanity!

"Damn! Professor Yan Ming is crazy, right?

"Who knows, it is said that this old man is very rigid, he has always been a master of words, I have friends in their class, and I am usually reprimanded by this old guy, but it is the first time I have seen this old guy be so kind to a freshman, no, this is already respectful!"

"What the hell is going on with the two of them!"

At this moment, looking at Professor Yan Ming, who was carrying out Yang Yifeng's orders to the end on the rostrum, almost all the students present were puzzled.

In fact, not only them, but even the school directors on the rostrum couldn't figure out what Yang Yifeng and Yan Ming were doing!

But this could not affect Yang Yifeng and Yan Ming at all, at this time, the two of them, one had already finished the last facial massage, and the other had already burned all the silver needles, and they were looking at the handsome young man in front of them with an expectant and waiting look.

"Mr. Yang, are you alright?"

Seeing Yang Yifeng's fingers leave Shi Xianran's cheek and slowly exhale, Yan Ming hurried two steps closer and asked cautiously.

"Alright, now hand me some silver needles!"

Yang Yifeng didn't even look at Yan Ming, a pair of eyes almost all fell on Shi Xianran's face, at this time, in Yang Yifeng's eyes, there was no ugly and hideous scar on Shi Xianran's face, there was just a delicate handicraft that was about to come out.

"Give!"

After listening to Yang Yifeng's words, Yan Ming didn't dare to slack off at all, and quickly took out a few silver needles and handed them to Yang Yifeng.

Yang Yifeng took it, and did not rush into Shi Xianran's face, but stretched out a hand and measured it on Shi Xianran's cheek, and only after making sure that there was absolutely no deviation did he cautiously pierce the silver needle in his hand into her skin.

The silver needle entered the skin, but the imaginary pain did not come, Shi Xianran's brows did not even wrinkle, only felt that his face seemed to be suddenly cold, as if he had been hit by raindrops on his face, so cool, so comfortable.

"Does it hurt?"

Yang Yifeng asked softly.

"No, it won't. ”

The corners of Shi Xianran's mouth tugged and said softly.

"Okay, you bear with it, it'll be fine soon!" Yang Yifeng smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then pierced the other silver needles in his hand into Shi Xianran's face.

Soon, the silver needles in Yan Ming's hand were used up by Yang Yifeng, and all of them were pierced into Shi Xianran's face, making her look like a hedgehog.

At this time, in the multimedia classroom, more than 1,000 students and teachers looked at Yang Yifeng and Yan Ming on the rostrum with a playful gaze.

In their opinion, Yang Yifeng is just a trapped beast now.

The scars on Shi Xianran's face are extremely large and highly traumatic, and even the most advanced medical technology is impossible to completely remove them.

Therefore, in the eyes of these people, even if Yang Yifeng can really make the scars on Shi Xianran's face lighten, it is impossible to give her back an incomparably beautiful face after all!

That said, sometimes, the ugly duckling doesn't necessarily turn into a white swan.

She is a duck, so she is destined to be a duck for the rest of her life, even if the duck has groomed her feathers, but in essence, she is still just a duck.

It's impossible to compare to a white swan soaring in the sky!

"Hmph, it's just the last struggle, Yang Yifeng, I'll just watch you pretend to be b, and when you fail, I'll let you see, what is the real horror!"

At this moment, Lin Haotian's eyes were full of resentment, he didn't believe that Yang Yifeng, a bastard, would have any medical skills.

Therefore, in his opinion, the scar on Shi Xianran's face would never be healed by Yang Yifeng.

At that time, when Yang Yifeng fails, he will definitely suffer from the abuse and merciless ridicule of more than a thousand people in this multimedia classroom!

At this time, Yang Yifeng kept splashing the reddish-brown blood of the Siberian ice field on Shi Xianran's face, making Shi Xianran's originally white little face turn red in an instant, and a fragrance came, making the faces of the people who were close to them show a trace of intoxication.

Yan Ming trembled even more.

Of course he knew how precious the contents of this bottle were, one of the most expensive masks in the world was the use of the blood of the Biberian Ice Field, but often a drop of Ice Plain Blood could make hundreds of masks, and at this time, Yang Yifeng actually poured the blood of the Ice Plain on Shi Xianran's face!

I really don't know that firewood and rice are expensive!

At this moment, Yan Ming was simply heartbroken, if he didn't know Yang Yifeng's character, he would have to pounce on it at this time, and the bottle of blood from the Siberian Ice Plain in Yang Yifeng's hand was snatched over!

Soon, nearly ten minutes had passed, and more than half of the Ice Blood's blood in Yang Yifeng's hand had been used.

At this time, Shi Xianran's face was already covered with the red of the blood of the ice field, and the silver needles on his face made people feel even more terrifying!