Chinese The doctor at the clinic didn't say anything when he saw Mo Qingcheng and Qi Hanyue! I came up very enthusiastically to check on Qi Hanyue.

When he was showing two rows of big white teeth and wanted to lift Qi Hanyue's clothes, one hand pressed his hand tightly.

The fluent Burmese language that popped out of Mo Qingcheng's mouth made Qi Hanyue dumbfounded.

What other scares need to come together.

The doctor looked at Mo Qingcheng, and then at Qi Hanyue, his eyes seemed to have a different scrutiny! Then nod and leave.

Soon, the black girl brought a porcelain plate with sterilized scalpels, tweezers, tweezers, sterilized gauze, cotton swabs, potions, and a series of other things.

Then he opened his mouth weirdly, and then left without saying anything.

Mo Qingcheng grabbed Qi Hanyue's arm with both hands, so hard that Hanyue felt like it was starting to hurt.

"What's wrong with you? If you have something to say, it will bother me and make people misunderstood! ”

Hanyue almost gritted her teeth and said it.

Does this man understand whether he pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, is it appropriate to treat a patient like this?

Although she is not yet a woman, at least you have to respect her.

Of course, she knew that Mo Qingcheng should have encountered an intractable problem, and it was probably about her, so it would be so difficult to talk about.

But in this way, Qi Hanyue didn't like it.

She prefers to do things and talk straight.

Beating around the bush is not Qi Hanyue's style.

"No anesthetics!"

Damn it.

Qi Hanyue wanted to die.

No wonder Mo Qingcheng looks like a ghost.

Look down at your shoulders and abdomen.

She didn't seem to have a choice.

Teether.

Silence.

"Let's do it!"

In comparison, the most reassuring thing about Hanyue now is probably that the person who did the operation is Mo Qingcheng! And not the so-called doctor who looked at him with sloppy flashing lewd eyes.

I don't know why, she just believes that Mo Qingcheng won't joke with her life.

It's a long-lost trust.

Mo Qingcheng turned sideways and picked up the syringe and inserted it into Hanyue's veins, injecting liquid into it.

"It's morphine, it's only a temporary pain reliever, but for what I'm going to do, there's not much relief, so you have to be prepared. Now the bullet must be removed and the bleeding must be stopped. I'm not sure how long it will take, but I hope I can help ease the pain, and you can trust me that I have complete control over the force and it won't hurt you. ”

Her gaze had been watching Mo Qingcheng's movements, and her gaze had never left.

Hopefully, concentration can distract you.

Hanyue had been lying quietly and shaking her head.

"I wish I could face it soberly, and I don't want to be unable to control myself in the face of unforeseen dangers."

Mo Qingcheng chuckled.

"Okay! Then we'll get started right away. ”

Mo Qingcheng reached out and put a roll of gauze into Qi Hanyue's mouth.

Hanyue didn't speak, opening her mouth to bite.

Mo Qingcheng wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, and took off Qi Hanyue's T-shirt with a gentle expression.

Eye to eye.

As the T-shirt was taken off, the more skin was exposed, and Hanyue finally couldn't help but close his eyes.

She was still only sixteen years old.

Unable to face a man's eyes so focused, such a resolute gaze, with a fiery and incomprehensible enthusiasm, she couldn't look at each other.

I can't bear it.

Cool, dry fingers untied the last cover of the chest.

Hanyue's cheeks gradually flushed.

The bulge exposed to the air made her senses more sensitive, and all her senses were focused on those hands.

Damn it.

It's a man and she can't ignore the gender.

How is it every time.

The last bomb was just the end of the skirt, and the last cover was left.

This time it was better, exposing two points.

Hehe.

Cold Moon wants to die.

What a injustice this is?

The Buddha said that it takes 500 times to look back in the previous life in exchange for one passing in this life.

So what kind of entanglement should she and Mo Qingcheng have in their previous life in exchange for such an endless intersection in this life.

The sharp stinging pain made her finally open her eyes and desperately bite the gauze in her mouth.

She endured tremendous pain, and shock that could come at any moment, which made her already a little numb and sluggish.

Her gaze could only fall on Mo Qingcheng's face, and perhaps only such concentration would make her not pay attention to the great physical torture.

in order to maintain consciousness and not let yourself pass out.

All the pain was concentrated in Mo Qingcheng's hands.

The body straightened, then bounced slightly after the bullet was removed, and then stiffened.

He has been cursing in his heart, wanting to curse that God, to let a girl endure such inhuman torture, he can only rely on the concentration of his eyes to make himself believe, it seems that he can conjure an anesthetic in an instant.

The girl's face was getting whiter and whiter, and the color of her lips was close to purple.

Mo Qingcheng was afraid for a moment that he would really lose Qi Hanyue.

But the hand could not stop at all.

Even if his fingers are a little shaky, who knows how much willpower he will have to use to strictly control his emotions to complete this cruel operation.

Finally, after the last bullet was removed, Hanyue finally closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Mo Qingcheng quickly stitched up the wound, cleaned all the blood stains, and bandaged the wound with a strap.

Then he took pity on her clothes and dressed her.

With infinite admiration and love.

He vowed never to let this girl be harmed again, even if it was necessary to defend it with his life.

"Bang dang!"

The door of the clinic was violently slammed open, and seven or eight men were holding guns in their hands, the muzzles of which were directly aimed at Mo Qingcheng and Qi Hanyue, and one was holding a submachine gun in his hand and a shoddy Burmese cigarette in his mouth.

That kind of scrutiny, assessive gaze does not hide the visible intentions in the heart.

Mo Qingcheng hugged Qi Hanyue tightly.

These people are not good.

"Good look! Someone came and brought the person into the car. ”

The big man spit out his cigarette to the ground and crushed it with his leather boots.

Another man came up with handcuffs and grabbed Mo Qingcheng's wrist and wanted to cuff it.

Mo Qingcheng turned his hand and unscrewed the man's hand behind his back, put the man in front of himself and Qi Hanyue, and raised the man's muzzle from the man's armpit with one hand to the big man.

This is the head of these people.

The big man laughed.

He patted the man next to him on the shoulder.

"Okay, I'm still a practitioner. Yes, Tiger, you have a good eye this time. That's what we need recently, and this time we'll give you a good price. ”

The man nodded and said something.

Dahan suddenly shot the man who was standing in front of Mo Qingcheng.

The man's body fell limply.

Mo Qingcheng knew he had lost.

He can't compare to being ruthless.

He still has Qi Hanyue in his arms, and it is impossible to desperately fight against all odds.

Dahan glanced at Qi Hanyue.

"You honestly hold your girlfriend and go with us, otherwise I wouldn't be so polite, I don't want to hurt your little girlfriend. It depends on your performance, though. ”

Mo Qingcheng threw the gun down.

It doesn't make sense anymore.

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