"Oh?" Uncle Mo Ze raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why do you deserve to die?" ”

"Slave ....."

"Lord Wang!" Hearing this, the middle-aged man who was pestle next to the dressing change boy trembled in his heart, and hurriedly raised his voice to stop the voice of the little doctor slave.

You can't let this guy say anything!

"Did this king allow you to speak?" The middle-aged man's shout was exchanged for the first bloodthirsty and cold eyes of Uncle Mo Ze since he went out.

Look at this, the middle-aged man was shocked, and his legs were not controlled, and he knelt directly on the ground! The mouth is even more deadlocked, and he can't make a sound!

It's horrible!

I think he also saw King Heng when he was angry, compared to King Ze's eyes, it was just a small thing, and it was not worth mentioning at all!

"Go on." Seeing that the middle-aged man completely shut up, Uncle Mo Ze's eyes turned slightly, and he lightly swept to the dressing change guy on the side.

"Slave..... Hearing this, the little doctor ..... fell to the ground, trembling for a long time, but he didn't say anything.

If he didn't have the voice of a middle-aged man, he might really say all kinds of things because of the majesty of Uncle Mo Ze.

But now, the middle-aged man's voice undoubtedly reminded him that if he dared to say one more word, this would be his life...... I'm afraid I won't be able to return to the hospital in the future.

"Huh?" After a while, Uncle Mo Ze's eyebrows frowned slightly, obviously a little impatient.

"Slave .... I don't know. Hearing this, the little doctor slave trembled, and his head shook into a rattle, "The slave really doesn't know." ”

Can't say.

Absolutely can't say!

If you don't talk about it now, maybe you can still live.

But now if everything is said, even if King Ze is merciful and forgives him, King Heng will definitely not let him go!

"I don't know?" Uncle Mo Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't you know why you deserve to die?" Or do you wonder why this king's wound gave birth to carrion? ”

"I don't know why the prince's wound gave birth to carrion." The dressing changer said honestly.

"Heh...."At this point, Uncle Mo Ze laughed in vain. I don't know...... Then you go back to the Imperial Hospital, and ask the old guys in the Imperial Hospital for the king, why this king's injury, under their treatment, did not improve within half a month, not to mention, and gave birth to carrion. ”

"This ....." he dared to ask!

Wouldn't it be self-confessing if you asked!

"How?" Uncle Mo Ze squatted down, stretched out his left hand, lifted the jaw of the dressing change boy, and forced him to look directly at him, "Can't you ask?" Or don't ask? ”

"No, no, no, no.....," the dressing changer shook his head in horror.

"No?" Uncle Mo Ze leisurely turned the fingertips hooked on the jaw of the little doctor, the five finger bones were clear, slender and powerful, and it was slowly accompanied by the man's voice, and little by little it was fixed on the mandible of the dressing changer. "You can't? Or not? ”

"You can ask, you can ask!" Obviously, the hand on the jaw was useless for even half of his strength, but the dressing change guy was still frightened as if Uncle Mo Ze could kill him in the next breath, and shouted with a strong desire to survive: "The little slave will go back and ask!" Let's go back and ask! ”

"Good." Uncle Mo Ze raised his hand and shook the jaw of the little doctor slave and stood up leisurely. "Then you go back and ask."

"Yes, yes, yes....." Hearing this, the little doctor slave kowtowed three times, and then ran away.

On the side of "Old Slave .....", the middle-aged man saw that the dressing change guy was gone, and his heart suddenly became anxious, and he didn't care about the horror of Uncle Mo Ze just now, he raised his head and wanted to say something.