Chapter 33: Pain
Out of the closet, the moonlight sprinkled coldly on the floor of the empty house, and there was silence in Colin Manor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
As soon as Caroline came out, she was about to run out for help, but Roger stopped: "I'm fine, I don't need to go to the doctor." ā
"Are you okay? You have two holes in your body and you say you're okay?"
Roger pushed Alice's support away, pulled off his shirt, and the wound trickled with blood: "I guess half of the blood on my body should have been drained after such a long time, but I didn't feel the slightest discomfort, and I didn't feel any pain when the witch stabbed me." ā
Saying that, he also punched on the spot, and said lively: "Look, how energetic, and I am very sorry for my life, I will not take this seriously." Don't tell anyone about this yet, I'll see if I can figure out what's going on. ā
Alice reached out and poked Roger's wound: "It reminds me of Wonderland, and the poker guards in it are all bloody." ā
Roger nodded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, go home, be normal, let my aunt see what you will probably be fired." ā
Alice giggled: "I'm not afraid, it's not her who is the richest." ā
Roger also smiled, waved his hand and motioned to go back to the house to catch up on sleep, and he had to study his body well.
Ellie pushed the door open and walked out without any worry, while Caroline didn't move, still looking at Roger worriedly.
"Anla, Anla, if there was such a serious injury, I would have died a long time ago, and I would be fine with this lively jump. Roger couldn't help it, pinching Caroline's face and comforting him.
Caroline's face immediately changed, and she slapped Roger on the top of the head, followed by a burst of tears.
"Okay, okay, don't cry, ......" Roger hugged Caroline, after all, he was still a child, and no matter how fierce he was when he transformed, he couldn't hide his immature nature. And under such pressure, even Roger feels haggard, let alone a little girl.
Roger wrapped his clothes around the wound, carried Caroline, who was asleep from crying, back to her room, put her on the bed, and returned to his room with a smile.
In the room, I looked at my wound in the mirror, and if I didn't move, the wound would crack open like a baby's mouth, and blood would trickle out.
Roger stretched out his hand and poked it, it didn't hurt, but the touch of the skin was still there, and the smell could also smell the smell of blood all over the house, and his fingers got a little blood and put it in his mouth, well, salty, it seems that the salt intake has been a bit high recently. Is it because you eat too much smoked fish made by beavers?
Roger hurriedly pulled his thoughts back, and if he could taste salty, it meant that the sense of taste was there. The senses of touch, smell, and taste are fine, and the sense of sight and hearing is normal, and there is basically no change as usual.
After thinking about it, Roger shook his mouth, and the snapping sound was quite loud, but how to describe the feeling, it was like being touched hard, there was a feeling but there was no pain.
After pondering for a moment, Roger took out a knife and slashed it on his fingers a few times, the cold touch of the blade and the sharpness of the cut through the skin were both felt, but it didn't hurt.
Roger subconsciously rubbed his hands, well, the numbness on his hands disappeared, he was stunned for a while before he realized what was going on, the soul completely fit this body? Could it be that Hou Marksmanship improved at that time because the soul completely took over this body? No, it is better to say that it is because the soul has not completely fused with the body, so it has led to the previous inhuman accuracy, and the readers have opinions on what MD hits.
Is this loss of pain also due to the 100% integration of the soul and the body? Maybe it's not a simple loss of pain, even if you don't bleed so much, you have to be nothing.
Looking at the location of the wound, between the lungs, heart and liver, there is no abnormal breathing sound, the pulse beats normally, and the amount of bleeding is so large that it should be an injury to the liver and inferior vena cava, which should have caused internal bleeding and shock symptoms a long time ago.
Roger thought about it, looked for needles and gauze, compared the wound for a long time, and finally gave up, it was really not easy, so it was better to find someone to help.
Sneaking up on Alice's door, knocking on the door, Alice's pale face poked out: "Roger, what, what's the matter?"
Roger thought for a while, and felt that it was better to understand it first: "Well, I want to ask first, are you good at sewing and mending things like that?"
"It's not good at it, but I've learned a little bit from the Mad Hatter, and his craft is great, whether it's hats or clothes. Alice's tone was serious at first, and then she lowered her voice: "But then he was reprimanded by the queen, and then he began to indulge in machinery." ā
"That's good," Roger squeezed into her room, "come, help me stitch up the wound." ā
Alice immediately closed the door excitedly: "I haven't tried sewing people yet, leave it to me." ā
Roger pursed his lips, how do you say that, I feel cold sweat coming down.
Alice took the needle and thread handed by Roger, the needle was the ordinary steel needle used to mend clothes, and the thread was the ordinary black thread used to mend clothes.
Alice didn't ask any questions, let Roger sit on her bed, sucked the blood around the wound with gauze, and then threaded the needle and thread directly into the hand to sew it, as if sewing clothes.
After a long time of work, Alice finally finished sewing both sides, Roger looked down at the dense stitches on his body and praised: "The craftsmanship is good, much stronger than I imagined." ā
Actually, it's not a bad P, I really think my body is clothes. Fortunately, Roger's body was much more perverted than he thought, but he would have already laid down if someone else came.
Then, with the help of Alice, a thick layer of gauze was wrapped around to prevent blood from seeping out of the wound.
Roger put on his shirt and patted his chest, and said to Alice, "Cheng, that's it." ā
Alice waved her bloody hands: "Mmmm, if you come to me for this kind of thing in the future, I am very reliable." ā
"Ah, by the way, this is for you, I'll take it back when I look good. As if thinking of something, Alice pulled a short staff from her old clothes.
Roger's eyes widened and he took it, "The witch's scepter?"
"It's on the ground, and I don't think anyone wants it, so I'll put it in my clothes. ā
Roger Khan, it is estimated that the old lion is in a hurry to drive them away, and he has not bothered to deal with this, which made Alice pick up a big bargain for nothing.
Roger Mo held the short cane, feeling the chill it brings, the ice-blue cane god revealed a little halo under the light, and a line of small words was engraved on the handle at the end of the cane: "Hold it tightly, it is to catch the whole winter." ā
Roger followed the witch's movements and waved it lightly, but it didn't work. Roger didn't believe in evil, and swung back and forth vigorously.
"Well, it seems that I don't have much talent for magic. Roger gave up and returned the staff to Alice: "Let this go for you, it's useless for me to take it." ā
"Alright then, I'll let Caroline try it tomorrow~"
Roger nodded indifferently, said goodnight and went back to his room to rest.
This day also tired him miserably.