"Yaoyao, close the door, take scissors, and cut off all his shirts for me. None of them are to be left. ”

Night Star rummaged in the medicine box for a while, and after hearing the footsteps of the eldest grandson Wuyao, he commanded without looking back.

She had just given him an infusion, and due to excessive blood loss, his blood vessels were no longer so obvious, and now he was in various assignments to find medicine for him, and he was in a hurry for a while, and his body had begun to sweat.

When the eldest grandson Wuyao heard this, he immediately closed the door and locked it, and the table next to the bed in the middle was full of all kinds of silver knives, including a sharp pair of scissors.

The eldest grandson, Wuyao, walked to the side of the bed, and then picked up the scissors without thinking.

He looked at the unconscious man lying on the bed at this time, but he thought in his heart, if a pair of scissors went down to the wound behind him at this time, would Zhuge Jinghong really die in his hands......

I want to think about it, but the eldest grandson Wuyao will not do this, she is the patient of the night star, that is, his patient, for the patient, he naturally can't kill him at this time. Even if he wants to be killed, he will have to wait until he comes back to life and walks out of this medical hall.

The eldest grandson Wuyao's movements were crisp and neat, and he took off all the clothes on his body with scissors, revealing his entire upper body, almost perfect figure, white and delicate complexion, the muscle lines on his back were very good-looking, and his waist was very thin, without a trace of excess fat.

Eldest Sun Wuyao's eyes suddenly became very deep, and his face showed a little displeasure.

Night Star turned around, took out two large bottles of hydrogen peroxide for special medical treatment from the small medicine box, and poured it directly into Zhuge Jinghong's body......

The transparent liquid poured onto Zhuge Jinghong's bloody wound, stirring up a dense layer of white foam, and as she fell, part of the blood was washed away, and more blood gushed out.

Night Star Yan was wholeheartedly dealing with the wound at this time, where would she still look at the man's body, seeing that she didn't seem to notice Zhuge Jinghong's figure at all, the trace of displeasure in the eyes of the eldest grandson Wuyao gradually disappeared.

Looking at her serious expression, smooth movements, and the radiance of the healer that automatically emanated from her body when she saved people, she only felt extremely pleasing to the eye.

Of course, standing here at this time, he basically couldn't help much, and he couldn't talk to disturb her, unless she took the initiative to ask him to help with something, otherwise, the eldest grandson Wuyao could only stand stupidly, useless.

But apparently he enjoyed the feeling of not having to do anything, and watching his wife go about her own business...... Sure enough, he is still suitable to follow his wife and be a little guy who eats and drinks rice...... Well, it's fun, it's comfortable, it's comfortable.

Under the idea of giving up on himself like this, the night star had already cleaned the wound, and at this time, he directly spread a surgical towel on his body, and then took out the sutures needed for suturing by himself and began to stitch him.

Night Star's expression at this time was very serious and rigorous, she once again entered that state, not caring about the identity of the remaining person, let alone the eldest grandson Wuyao on the side, she just wanted to try her best to stitch this wound to the most perfect state.

She used to be the best surgeon, even in the difficult wounds, falling into her hands, can be easily stitched up, let alone such a neat knife wound, the incision is very neat, she can stitch up to almost no scar to see.