Because the props are not complete, many things can only be replaced by other things. It took Dong Huiying two hours, that is, four hours, to finally finish the operation.

Before the operation began, Dong Huiying had already completed the division of labor. Yi Xuan is a very considerate person, she asked Yi Xuan to be her assistant, helping herself hand tools to wipe her sweat, etc., the fourth Liang Haoming is responsible for boiling hot water, the eldest stays aside as a substitute, the second Liang Shuyu and the fifth Liang Yuening, both of whom are also sick and injured, are responsible for sitting quietly and paying attention to the situation.

"That's it."

Dong Huiying let out a long breath, and Liang Shujun on the kang was full of traces of splicing. The shoulders, abdominal cavity, legs, and other large and small scars have all been treated by Dong Huiying, especially the huge wound on the abdomen, which has been sewn with needles and threads.

It was only at this time that Dong Huiying discovered one thing in hindsight. Shujun's body is far more terrifying than Dong Huiying imagined. Not because of these new wounds, but because of old wounds. Aside from a face, neck, and hands, there are few good places on his body. Especially in the back, the wound many days ago was swollen and painful due to infection, and after the wounds of all sizes in the past year healed, they were like a terrifying and ugly centipede, crawling all over his snow-white body, which made people panic.

He is like a rag doll on the verge of collapse, and this rag doll is scarred, but on weekdays, he always looks improper, deliberately performing a wandering posture, and only when he takes off his clothes and pants can he know how much he has suffered and how much he has been hurt in a place that ordinary people can't see.

"These ......," she trembled, because she knew that these scars were all self-inflicted. No, she is different from Dong Dabao, these injuries were caused by Dong Dabao, but now, it is also a debt that belongs to her.

"Wife, are you okay?" Dong Huiying's figure flickered, and Yixuan hurriedly held her shoulder. Dong Huiying pressed her temple, "I'm fine," she closed her eyes vigorously, her mind was a little dizzy, and scenes rushed to her mind, all of which were-for-tat between 'herself' and the Liang brothers. And without exception, almost all of them are staging their own atrocities.

In the picture, the Liang family's indignation, grievance, and resentment are clearly visible. Those sadistic pictures made Dong Huiying unbearable to look at them directly, but they were like imprinted in her mind, forcing her to find a way to face them. But at the same time, her mood was getting worse and worse, and the speed of her breathing increased suddenly, and she knew that because of the influence of those pictures, the poison in her body began to come out again and affect her mind.

"Damn!"

With a low curse of chagrin, she pushed Yixuan away. Rushed to the basin and rubbed his face hard. After a long while, she felt that she had calmed down, and then she looked back at Yixuan, "Take off your clothes." ”

"I'm ......" Yi Xuan was slightly stunned, then lowered his eyes and untied his clothes.

Liang Shujun was not the only one who was injured, but because Liang Shujun was the most seriously injured, Dong Huiying had been busy hanging Liang Shujun's life for the past few hours. Right now, after finishing Liang Shujun, Dong Huiying also remembered Liang Yixuan.

This person has been enduring it, and when everyone is all around Liang Shujun, his wound is obviously very painful, but he doesn't say a word.