(Cat flutter Chinese) Jian Qing couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, "Your brain is really amazing." ”

He Jian Qing made a friend of his, and he really didn't have to worry about eating for eight lifetimes.

Even if they go out to ask for food, this guy can find a doorway that others can't touch, and maybe even ask for a golden job.

Jing Mohao had long been accustomed to his adoring gaze, and he spit out smoke rings very indifferently.

With his unknown thoughts, he swirled up and merged into a piece of clarity.

Jian Qing handed him the ashtray in front of him, "Don't smoke, the ointment is ready for you, hurry up and clean up your arms, if you don't take it seriously, don't think about hugging Luoxi in the future." ”

Jing Mohao pinched the fingers of the cigarette holder, raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, but listened to his words, extinguished the fireworks, and rolled up the cuffs.

The black wound under the cuffs, blistered, kicked, and delayed, was already swollen and blistered, and pus began to ooze.

The charred skin of the upper layer has darkened and hardened, becoming a thick piece of coke.

Jian Qing pulled his arm and looked left and right, his brows locked firmly, "Hao, this burn is a bit difficult for you to delay." ”

He really doubted that this guy had pain nerves, and he could still toss and turn without saying a word when he was like this, could it be that ML has a pain-relieving effect?

Well... There are research projects to apply for this year...

Jing Mohao glanced at his skin that he couldn't bear to look at disapprovingly, "If it's difficult, do it in a difficult way." ”

“... As far as the current deterioration is concerned, you must cut off the dead skin on it, otherwise it will become more infected. ”

"Hmm." The man didn't react much.

"But..."Jian Qing hesitated.

Jing Mohao glanced at him, "If you have something to say, just say it." ”

Jian Qing stared at his face and spoke, "This process... Anesthetics cannot be used. ”

"There's a big difference between using and not using?"

“……”

For him, it may not really make much difference...

But the pain of flesh and bone removal is not something anyone can bear, even if it is an iron man like him, it is difficult to say whether he can bear it.

However, it is better to hurt than to scrap it.

This is their tacit consensus.

Jian Qing took the medicine box that had just been brought down from upstairs, took out the scalpel, disinfected it with alcohol, and the blade was sharp and shiny.

"Hao, if it's no problem, I'll do it, you bear with it."

"Hmm." Jing Mohao snorted lightly, took a hard puff of his cigarette, and extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Jian Qing didn't waste any more time, took the lighter that the man threw on the table, dipped the blade in alcohol, and suddenly burst into a cluster of flames, wrapping the sharp blade inside.

The alcohol evaporates faster and the flame goes out, leaving only a thin sheet of iron that glows reddish.

Jian Qing looked resolute, decisively took the knife, and stuck the hard scab on the man's arm to the bottom layer of flesh from top to bottom, and cut off the dead skin bleeding pus and blood from the roots.

Jing Mohao's heart wrinkled slightly.

Sure enough, it hurts to drill the heart.

But if Luo Xi was here, his feelings might not be so strong.

Jian Qing acted quickly and removed all the damaged tissues in the shortest possible time.

Only one side of the bright red muscle was left, and in order to avoid infection, Jian Qing hurriedly opened the box of ointment and covered it all with him.

The ointment was cold, and it was even cooler when applied to the hot muscles, and Jing Mohao felt a chill coming over him, and lowered his eyes.

"Isn't it cool?" Jian Qing was very aware of the user experience of this box of ointment, and seeing that he was uncomfortable, she took the initiative to ask.

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