Regarding Master Feng Shaoqi's reaction, Xing Yan naturally understood it very well.

It is true that people in this plane at the moment cannot accept these things as easily as he does.

After all, even tertiary hospitals and major plastic surgery institutions are difficult to make such perfect artificial skin for a patient with severe burns.

However, Xing Yan didn't rush to explain, but pulled Feng Shaoqi's hand, picked up the fruit knife on the back of his hand, and lightly slashed, "Master, I'm offended." ”

The pain in his hand made Feng Shaoqi's brain, which was still a little confused, sober up a little in an instant.

It's just that he looked at his most proud apprentice and subordinate in the past, but he was a little more sympathetic, and he was even more remorseful in his heart, "Ayan, I was one step late to make you what you are today." ”

Xing Yan didn't speak anymore, but took out the previous bottle of ointment from the pocket on his side, dipped it lightly with his fingertips, and applied it to the back of Feng Shaoqi's hand that was still bleeding.

"Ayan, rushing to the front line of danger is also our mission as an anti-narcotics policeman." Feng Shaoqi patted the shoulder of the person in front of him with his uninjured left hand, "Master hopes you can cheer up." ”

Xing Yan had already let go of his hand and began to put on his clothes.

Then, with his arms around his chest, he leaned on the wall beside him, looked at the old man in his forties in front of him, and said to himself passionately, "Master, does your hand still hurt?" ”

Hand?

As soon as he asked, Feng Shaoqi immediately looked down at the back of his right hand that had been cut by the knife just now.

Chenbu Mucao!

A wound that was still bleeding a moment ago...... Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye...... Gone!

Even Feng Shaoqi, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, was shocked for three seconds.

Then, he picked up the knife on the table, made another deep cut in his palm, picked up the ointment that Xing Yan had used for himself, and tentatively applied it to the wound that was still bleeding out.

The cool and refreshing feeling followed the wound and quietly drilled into her palm.

Then, Feng Shaoqi saw that the blood-colored wound on his palm was gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye until it disappeared completely.

"What a fucking god!"

"Xing Yan! What is this? Feng Shaoqi directly picked up the bottle of ointment and rushed to the apprentice Xing Yan, "Where did you find it?" ”

The expression on his face was like that of a child who had never seen the world, and it was very good-looking.

Without waiting for Xing Yan to speak, Feng Shaoqi picked up the knife again, wanting to make a cut on Xing Yan's arm to see if it was really his own repaired skin.

"If you want to know the effect, just try it on yourself." Xing Yan raised his hand to stop the other party's rough behavior, and deliberately showed off: "If you hurt me, my girlfriend will feel distressed." ”

"Girlfriend?" Feng Shaoqi was even more incredulous, "You mean, Qingzhou? ”

"Wasn't it all her all the time." Xing Yan's answer, like the smug look on his face, made people want to do it.

"Qingzhou is a good girl, you have to treat her well in the future." Fortunately, Feng Shaoqi now has more things in his heart.

He immediately lifted the clothes in front of him and applied the ointment to a gunshot wound under the fourth rib on the left side.

Then, a very miraculous scene happened—the original reddened old scars gradually faded after being stained with the ointment, and they were almost the same as the intact skin around them.

"What a good thing!" Feng Shaoqi's eyes, as if he saw hope, stared directly at Xing Yan, as if he was afraid that he would disappear out of thin air.

"Ayan! Where did you get this? ”

"In the future, if the brothers on the front line can use such good things, they will definitely be able to reduce the casualties by more than 90 percent." Feng Shaoqi excitedly ran away on the spot.