Fan Sen nodded, and said calmly and casually,

"It doesn't matter anymore, the last time I was at Oscar's Vanity Fair night, I noticed that a waiter was not quite right, so I followed it, but I didn't expect that this was a trap at all, and when I was besieged by them, a boy who was unscrupulous stabbed me by luck, and he quenched poison on the knife...... Sure enough, I haven't made a move for a long time, and I even fell for such a simple trick. The family sent me an antidote today, two antidotes, one for external application and one for internal administration, and the rest is just on the knife, no problem at all. There are only two identical pills in the bronzing black velvet box, the purple-black pills exude bursts of charming medicinal fragrance, according to Fansen's instructions, Tang Xiaoxiao poured some liquor, and helped Fansen to take one of the pills, the pills melted in the mouth, and it was magical.

Turning out the scissors from the drawer, Tang Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the trembling movements of the rubber gloves, and glanced at the tools around her: two towels, a basin of water, disinfectant, bandages, daggers and the white box, all available.

When the scissors in Tang Xiaoxiao's hand were about to touch the bandage on Fansen's chest, Fansen's white and muscular chest suddenly trembled, and it was completely tensed, as if he was enduring something.

"Don't worry, I'll try to be as light as I can and not hurt you." Tang Xiaoxiao whispered a word of comfort.

Fansen smiled bitterly,

"It's not that I'm afraid you'll hurt me, but I'm afraid that I can't help but hurt you. After so many years of special training, the body has completely formed a conditioned reflex, and any time that may threaten its own safety is close to the body, the body will form a conditioned reflex to counterattack...... I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and hurt you, okay, come on. Tang Xiaoxiao smashed her mouth, suppressed the slightest tension in her heart, and cut the white bandage little by little, revealing the wound about two inches in size.

Rao is her willpower is amazing, and she couldn't help but spit out because of the scene in front of her, the black blood and dark yellow pus stained the originally small wound into flesh, and she could even clearly see the black and yellow rancid flesh inside, especially the black blood and yellow pus still emitting a foul smell...... I really don't know how Fansen endured it.

seemed to see Tang Xiaoxiao's nervousness, and Fansen, who had always been mysterious, actually made a joke,

"After I was injured, I swallowed the family's secret potion, which can temporarily stop the spread of the lonely, and the wound will appear in this situation, and it is only because of the toxicity that it is forced to the wound, otherwise, it will be a lying corpse in front of you." Tang Xiaoxiao forcibly held back the tumbling in her stomach,

"What am I going to do?"

"It's very simple, peel off the carrion near the wound, expose the red flesh inside, wipe off the black blood and pus, crush the purple-black pill and scatter it on the wound, and then apply a layer of white ointment." What Fan Sen said was light, but Tang Xiaoxiao's heart was beating when he heard it!

Swallowing desperately, looking at Fan Sen's calm cheeks, Tang Xiaoxiao asked in disbelief,

"You mean...... Rip off your flesh?! Fansen nodded and comforted softly,

"Don't be afraid, don't worry about me, just as I'm dead, you know?" Fansen's eyes flashed with a faint indifference and firmness, calm and fearless,

"I'm not going to put my life and death in the palm of the hands of those doctors, as for anesthetics...... That thing didn't work for me. My life and death are not controlled by others. When the words fell, Tang Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that the dagger in her hand was so heavy, because this was a precious trust.

Van Sen refused to go to the hospital, preferring to cut off the carrion himself, because he would not let a group of people with scalpels in his hands approach him, and he would not allow others to control his life and death, because he did not believe in them; And he let himself rip his flesh to remove poison, let himself hold the dagger in his hand and cut the flesh in his chest one by one, as long as he used a little force, or a little bit higher, this dagger would not hesitate to pierce his heart...... This is a heavy trust, perhaps, if he dies at his own hands, he is willing.