Zhu Rong thought that he had experienced a lot of inhuman torture so far, and those famous doctors, under the banner of treatment, led a lot of silver from the old lady Bai, and tried all kinds of methods on their brothers and sisters with great effort.

Every time he was fiddled with by those people, he felt that he was no longer a person, just a mess of rotten meat.

If a person has lived such a life since he was a child, and even then he is not willing to die, then what pain is unbearable?

This is the last pride in Zhu Rong's heart, even if he has nothing, he still has the will to endure pain.

But just after he immersed himself in the medicinal soup, in less than a breath, the originally warm medicinal soup suddenly changed suddenly!

Pain! Pain! Pain!

The medicinal soup that was originally just a little irritating seems to have instantly turned into a pot of boiling oil!

Zhu Rong heard the sizzling of his flesh, as if he was really being fried.

It was as if 10,000 needles had pierced into the flesh and skin, and they were still drilling into the cracks of his bones.

It hurts the heart and lungs.

Zhu Rong's originally comfortable face became distorted, and a cry of pain couldn't help but come out of his throat, hovering violently.

"Brother! Elder brother! What happened to you? Zhu Yue, who was outside, heard his brother's screams and rushed outside the clean room, but he hesitated and didn't dare to come in.

"I'm fine," Zhu Rong poked his head out of the medicinal soup, his teeth creaking, and roared hoarsely outside.

"But ......" Listening to the voice, Zhu Yue seemed to be crying outside, Zhu Rong's vision was blurred because of the severe pain, but his hand was tightly grasping the edge of the bath bucket, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were bursting up.

"Don't come in, I'm not wearing any clothes." Zhu Rong gasped for breath and said in a steady tone as much as possible.

"Hmm." Zhu Yue answered outside with a crying voice.

Zhu Rong raised his head and stared fiercely at Zhu Luan, who was standing with his hands on the edge of the bathtub.

The girl's eyes are as beautiful as they are, and they are as cold as they are, condescending and compassionate.

Breathtaking, and incomparably fiery eyes,

He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to suppress the screams of pain that rushed into his throat, suppressed into a low, terrifying roar deep in his throat.

"Does it hurt?" Zhu Luan looked at Zhu Rong in the bathtub expressionlessly.

"What did you do?" Zhu Rong asked through gritted teeth.

"Added some medicine." A faint smile appeared on Zhu Luan's face, "It hurts to show that it has an effect, I was originally worried that it would be ineffective after a lifetime." ”

The girl stared at her snow-white palm.

"Huh?" Zhu Rong didn't understand what this cousin was talking about, and he didn't have the strength to continue asking. In less than a quarter of an hour, the boy's eyes lost focus, and then slid limply into the tub.

Zhu Luan seemed to be mentally prepared for such a situation, unhurriedly rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the naked young man's arm, soaked him in the medicinal soup a few more times, and then dragged him out of the bathtub.

There was a low couch next to the bath tub, covered with bath towels, Zhu Luan dragged the wet Zhu Rong to the couch, rubbed it a few times with the bath towel, tore off the bath towel and threw it on the ground.

Zhu Luan looked at this body calmly, put it in a sideways position, stabbed the two large pots of charcoal fire that were burning next to the low couch, picked out a few short knives from the cloth bag and slowly burned them on the fire, and then wiped them with a white cloth soaked in spirits.

Zhu Luan took a deep breath, put on a pair of leather sewn gloves, kicked the charcoal fire closer to Zhu Rong, and began to cut through the purple-black tumor at the largest tumor three inches from Zhu Rong's heart.

Blood and venom poured out, and even objects that had been shaped into living things could be seen flashing under Zhu Rong's skin.

Zhu Luan's expression remained unchanged, he picked up the bamboo jars soaked in medicinal juice from a wooden barrel beside him, and instigated them one by one, Zhu Rong let out a painful roar in a coma, and the knife edge turned into a volcano gushing with venom, the wound flowed on his body like molten slurry, and the toxins stored in Zhu Rong's body began to diverge outward.

Zhu Luan moved quickly, cutting all the more than 30 largest and most mature tumors on Zhu Rong's front chest and back, and it didn't take long for Zhu Rong's body to be full of bamboo pots, looking like a hedgehog.

The whole set of movements was done in one go, Zhu Luan's eyes did not blink a few times, her forehead was full of sweat, she tried her best to keep her breathing steady, until all the mature tumors were treated, she pinched Zhu Rong's pulse, and after confirming that his pulse was stable, she let out a gentle breath.

Zhu Luan took off his gloves, took the kettle of water on the side, and drank the entire pot of water.

Looking at the man lying on the bed who kept screaming, Zhu Luan took off his gloves and gently touched his hair.

All in all, the second step seems to have been successfully completed.

If it goes well, you and your sister will soon be able to be free, Zhu Luan said in his heart.

Hopefully everything goes well, she thought to herself.

……

……

Zhu Rong was woken up by his sister's screams.

He always felt that he had a long dream, and the content of the dream could no longer be remembered, but it made people feel dark and sweet, and he had never slept so comfortably.

The body was still very painful and a little itchy, but it was lightness that it had never been before, and an indescribable feeling of comfort spread from head to toe.

His consciousness gradually became clear, but he was lazy and unwilling to open his eyes, he felt that something seemed to be attached to his body, and the blood inside his body was accelerating.

However, before he could savor the novelty, a terrible cry of pain came again.

"Ahh It hurts! ”

This is the voice of his sister Zhu Yue.

Zhu Rong's eyelids were very heavy, and he tried his best to open a slit, and when he looked out through this slit, he vaguely saw that his cousin was standing by the bathtub where Zhu Yue was standing with his hands as he had done with him.

She stood with her back to him, looking intently at Zhu Yue in the bathtub.

"You can't bear it with your brother, you have to soak your face in it!" She commanded coldly.

Zhu Yue struggled in the bathtub in pain, and a lot of medicinal soup splashed out, and Zhu Rong saw in a trance that the medicinal soup spilled on the ground seemed to be flickering with a faint light.

Zhu Rong's gaze moved upwards, looking around blankly, and suddenly his heart jumped, and he always felt that something was wrong.

He moved his gaze slowly, froze on Zhu Luan's hand behind him.

There was a hand, white and tender fingers, dripping blood.

Bright red blood beads dripped to the ground, rising into golden-red flames.

"What is this?" Zhu Rong only felt as if he was hallucinating, and he struggled to raise his hand and rub his eyes.

At this moment, after Zhu Yue put his head into the medicinal soup again, Zhu Rong saw the girl not far away raise the fingers that were dripping blood behind her back and took them to the top of the bath bucket.

She flicked her fingers as if she were dripping something.

What to drop......

Zhu Rong's whole person was like being struck by lightning.

"What are you doing?" A piercing roar erupted from his mouth.

Did she drip her own blood into it?!