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"There's no anesthetic here." Seeing that Mu Xiaojiu was silent, Nangong Xu reminded.

However, this is just a reminder to Mu Xiaojiu, he knows that Jiu Ye doesn't care about using anesthetics at all.

As long as he can keep looking at the girl, it's enough.

Nangong Xu walked behind him and wanted to take off the gauze that had been bandaged before.

The gauze is already bonded to the skin and is difficult to remove.

With a slight pull, a blood streak will appear where the gauze meets the skin, and the blood will immediately gush out again.

Nangong Xu immediately took the disinfectant water, took it to the top of the gauze, and slowly poured it down.

The disinfectant slowly soaked the gauze, and through the gauze, it touched Mu Xiaojiu's skin.

The pain in the heart struck, causing Mu Xiaojiu's sword eyebrows to frown slightly.

"Bear with me." Nangong Xu said lightly.

Mu Xiaojiu just glanced at him coldly, and his soft gaze fell on Bai Lixia's face again, and he didn't speak.

Nangong Xu finally lifted the gauze, along with the skin that was stuck to the gauze.

Mu Xiaojiu's wound was a blur of flesh and blood, but fortunately, there was no inflammation, and he was really convinced.

Nangong Xu detoxified him again, sprinkled hemostatic powder, and then bandaged it again.

After doing this, Nangong Xu retreated.

As Mu Xiaojiu said, he really had to go through some classics to see if he could find symptoms with similar symptoms.

If Bailixia can't wake up on his own, it's up to him to figure out a way.

……

In the evening, late at night.

Mu Xiaojiu was still sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Bai Lixia's hand tightly, as if he had never moved.

Tiredness was written all over his face, but with a sense of perseverance, he persevered.

Mu Xiaoyao sat on the sofa not far away, with his notebook on the coffee table, working non-stop.

He once reminded Mu Xiaojiu and asked him to rest, and he came to guard Bailixia.

But Mu Xiaojiu still disagreed, and he had to insist.

He was really worried, what if the fourth uncle also fell?

It's been three days, and in the past three days, when has the fourth uncle rested?

However, the fourth uncle didn't listen at all.

If it goes on like this, he really has to discuss with Nangong Xu to get some tranquilizers for the fourth uncle or something.

At the very least, let him get a good night's sleep.

However, in Nangong Xu's eyes, the second young master is not necessarily much better than the ninth master.

Mu Xiaoyao has been doing things, and he seems to be in good spirits and busy.

But if you count his time carefully, you will find that he is actually no different from the Ninth Master.

Here, too, for three days.

These two people...... Nangong Xu is really helpless.

It's not that he doesn't care about Bailixia, it's just that these two people are too crazy.

Time passed minute by minute, and the night was eerily quiet.

After three days and more than seventy hours, Mu Xiaoyao finally closed his notebook and propped his elbows on the sofa handle.

The long fingers hold the corners of his forehead and close his eyes.

A pair of eyes, already so sour that they can barely be opened.

Mu Xiaojiu was still sitting on the edge of the bed, and in his palm was always Bailixia's pale hand.

He stared at the sleeping girl on the bed for a moment, but the brilliance in his eyes had disappeared unconsciously.

Gunshot wounds, excessive blood loss, and no rest for more than seventy hours......

Now, he can still hold on, but it's only because the girl in the bed makes him completely unable to let go.

But I don't know what he is ...... How long can I stay with her.

Consciousness has begun to blur......

Just when Mu Xiaojiu's eyelids were about to close, suddenly, there seemed to be a slight touch in the center of his palm......