Ningxia never spoke.

Even if the pain in my back is like a thousand cuts in a sense.

It is even said that it hurts more than a thousand cuts.

For her, if she can get rid of the miserable old man by enduring such pain, then she will definitely be happy.

And Fang Bei never said a word.

The so-called Guan Gong scrapes bones to cure poison, which is also playing chess and drinking with people, talking and laughing.

And there was no one in front of Ningxia, so she could only bear it silently.

Fang Bei can no longer speak, even Fang Bei, under this level of exquisite surgery, even if he says that he can talk to Ningxia, but talking means increasing his chances of failure.

It is also irresponsible for Ningxia.

So he was equally silent.

The surface of the girl's skin was slowly covered with sweat, which was simply the sweat caused by the pain and muscle tightness.

Her back was already covered with blood snakes, tiny snakes that swam in this blood-colored flower in all its form.

Fang Bei always maintained even breathing, and did not hesitate at all every time he went under the knife.

As he asked before the operation, if anesthesia is applied, then Ningxia can wake up without having to bear too much pain to achieve the final result.

But if this is the case, these manzhu sawa poisons will not accumulate around the back nerves as they do now, and there will be residual toxins left in Ningxia's body.

Although there is no damage in the short term, in the long run, Ningxia's body will be dragged down by these poisons little by little.

If you want the best detoxification effect, then Ningxia needs to be in a state of high consciousness.

Ninety-tie knife, ninety-first knife.

Each slender petal means a cut through the skin and deep into the blood vessels.

At this time, the room was very quiet, only the slight breathing sound of two people - of course, every time the knife went down, I could feel the tense and shortness of breath in Ningxia's body for a moment, but this girl didn't even have a towel to bite into her mouth.

As she said before, she is still very good at tolerating pain.

In addition to the sound of breathing, there was a subtle beep sound from the burning flames throughout the room.

It was the sound of wax oil bursting in the air.

There was also the ticking sound of Ningxia's blood running across his entire back and then falling to the ground.

Fang Bei always held his breath, and he didn't have any charming thoughts.

He just treats Ningxia as a piece of pork, and all he has to do is carve out the most beautiful flower in the world on this piece of pork.

"If even I can't do it, then there is no one in this world who can do it." Fang Bei thought silently in his heart.

And, Fang Bei finally realized the feeling of those chief surgeons who did surgery in his previous life.

In fact, all patients pushed onto the operating table, regardless of gender, young or old, are all pushed onto the operating table without a single strand, but for those doctors who are in charge of the surgery, and even for the nurses who assist them, there is no difference in gender and identity of the patients on the operating table.

They are just a symbol.

A symbol of a patient waiting to be saved.

Three hundred and sixty-one knives.

The so-called Ling Chi with a thousand knives is only a thousand and one knives.

And on Ningxia's back, Fang Bei has already drawn three hundred and sixty-one knives.

And this is not to cut off three hundred and sixty-one pieces of flesh, on the contrary, on Ningxia's back, there is no flesh and blood, but the original bright red to the dazzling Manzhu Sawa flower has become dull at this time.

It's like a charcoal fire that was originally burning hot, but when it finally goes out, only the original black and gray color remains.

Fang Bei's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat at this time.

This detoxification, or surgery, was tougher than fighting the most powerful of enemies.

After all - it is always 10,000 times harder to save people than to kill them.

"It's over." Fang Bei said quietly.

Hearing Fang Bei's words, Ningxia seemed to hear the final whistle, even with her tenacious will, she fell forward at that moment.

Fang Bei quietly hooked the chair and let Ningxia lie down on the chair.

Then the boy got up, blood dripping from behind him, but he never looked back.

He pushed the door open, his face tired.

Outside the door were Xue Ling and He Ping.

Fang Bei saw Xue Ling, a little surprised, and then he was relieved, and took out a bottle of ointment from his pocket, "You came just in time." ”

Saying this, Fang Bei handed the ointment in his hand to Xue Ling, "You go and apply this ointment to Ningxia." ”

Xue Ling took the ointment, and then was stunned, "Why me?" ”

Do I have a good relationship with Ningxia?

"I was going to give it to Sister Ping." Fang Bei said lightly, "But you are here, I feel that you are more suitable." ”

"Can't you?" Xue Ling asked.

"I can't." Fang Bei said seriously, "I promised her that I wouldn't touch her, and if I said I wouldn't touch her, I wouldn't touch her." ”

Xue Ling pursed her lips and pushed the door in.

The moment she walked in, the girl was stunned.

She saw Ningxia lying on two chairs covered in blood, unconscious, his back covered in wounds, and puddles of blood on the ground.

Xue Ling covered her mouth quietly, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood and an indescribable fragrance of flowers.

Xue Ling instantly felt his head explode, turned around and rushed out, "Fang farewell!" ”

Fang Bei and He Ping were walking towards the distance, and when they heard Xue Ling's roar behind them, they couldn't help but turn back.

"What did you do to her!" Xue Ling opened his mouth and shouted loudly.

Even if Xue Ling saw a more unbearable and cruel scene, she would not be so out of shape.

But no matter what, she doesn't believe that this is an antidote.

"Detoxification." Fang Bei looked at Xue Ling and explained seriously.

The boy's eyes were clear.

"Hurry up and apply the ointment to her."

Fang Bei continued, "If you wait for the wound to completely scab over, these ointments will be useless. ”

Xue Ling stood in place, his hands clenched tightly.

Eventually, she let go of her fist, turned and walked into the room, closing the door.

The girl walked up to the unconscious Ningxia and could feel the slight heaving of her back.

Xue Ling looked at those wounds, he hadn't seen them clearly before, besides, who could control his reason when he saw such a tragic situation in Ningxia?

No matter how many evil things Ningxia has done, it should not be cruelly abused like this.

But looking at these wounds at this time, Xue Ling noticed the subtlety and naturalness of each knife.

Each of these is shallowly through the muscles, cutting through the blood vessels, to the point, which is the limit of what humans can heal on their own, and at the same time, through the burning heat of the red-hot blade, the wound can quickly heal on its own after releasing the poisonous blood.

Xue Ling bit her lip and then took out the bottle of ointment.

Little by little, carefully smeared on Ningxia's back.

Gently like a baby.

"What exactly did she go through?" Xue Ling couldn't help muttering, "I'd rather detoxify in this way." ”

"You don't want to go back to a place where she can live?"

But Ningxia collapsed in her chair, her long dark chestnut hair scattered, and she couldn't give her a word of answer.