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Yan Nuo was originally just thinking about it, but when he thought about it, he couldn't help but scold.

The old imperial doctor and Fusang on the side were all trembling in their hearts!

but tacitly assumed that he had heard nothing.

Mo Heng's head leaned slightly on the soft collapse, and his body leaned lazily, "As long as it can make you completely mindless, what if this face is ruined?" ”

"Shut up."

Yan Nuo's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly stopped Mo Heng's words, "Don't say it." ”

Turning to a corner of a room where no one was around, he took a deep breath, and when Yan Nuo turned around again, his face was already calm and calm, and he said to the old imperial doctor with an embarrassed and frightened face:

"Prepare a surgical needle, I want to stitch it up."

Although the old imperial doctor didn't understand what Yan Nuo's 'operation' meant, he didn't dare to ask more, so he hurriedly opened the medicine box he was carrying and put it on the table, "Auntie, girl, take a look, there should be something in it." ”

Yan Nuo's eyes swept away, neatly took off a silver needle, and put it on the candle flame to sterilize and disinfect, when he was in the Ghost Crying Forest before, he had seen Fu Xue do it, but now, Yan Nuo is just drawing a scoop on the gourd.

When he held the needle and approached Mo Heng, his shallow, faint blue eyes directly knocked into Yan Nuo's heart, inexplicably, giving her stability and tranquility.

"Come on, come on."

Mo Heng spoke softly, and his gentle voice was like a cherry blossom in March, beautiful and flawless, and warm to people's hearts.

The old imperial doctor, who realized it later, just watched Yan Nuo approach the national teacher with a bright silver needle, his heart was anxious, but he didn't dare to say anything, could it be that this girl wanted to use a needle to stitch up the wound?!

It's like mending clothes, is it really possible?

The old imperial doctor shook his head slightly, obviously incredible.

It's bold......

"You guys get out."

Mo Heng's slender hand waved, and the words were addressed to Fusang and the old imperial doctor in the room.

Fusang frowned, he didn't dare to disobey his master's words, and it was impossible to disobey them, he bent down slightly, and replied respectfully, "Yes." ”

The old imperial doctor is extraordinarily oppressive.

Hearing this, I was both relieved and faintly worried.

Contradictions.

Even so, he hurriedly bowed and followed Fuso out.

In the entire bedroom, only Mo Heng was suddenly left, and Yan Nuo, who was still a little afraid to start!

"Okay, no one, don't be nervous, ......"

Mo Heng's big palm habitually rubbed the top of Yan Nuo's head, the corners of his mouth smiled lightly, and his words and eyes were boundless.

Yan Nuo glared at him, closed his eyes slightly, adjusted his emotions again, and slowly opened his eyes, and when he opened them, he bumped into Mo Heng's demagogic eyes, and opened them unnaturally, "Okay, you close your eyes, I'll let you open them, and you just open them." ”

Mo Heng chuckled lightly and obediently closed his eyes.

The long arm wrapped around Yan Nuo's waist, not tight, but not loose either, just enough for her to perform.

The man in front of him with his eyes slightly closed, his long eyelashes covered it, sprinkling a black shadow, he looked sweet, as if he was enjoying the comfort of the warm sun, a sense of urgency, not the slightest.

Yan Nuo's clenched hand hurt, and he pulled the scratched wound on his palm, and his heart also came back, and in his heart, he cursed secretly, damn demon.

It's just seducing others all the time.

Yan Nuo was fixed, and his hands were also running in a good way, from the initial gritting of his teeth to his skillful frowning now, just the wound under Mo Heng's right eye, a full twelve stitches were stitched!

Twelve stitches, every time he gets a stitch, his face is still indifferent, smiling, satisfied, and even ...... And a little bit of pleasure.

How can it not hurt without anesthetic?

After stitching up, Yan Nuo pounded the medicine in the old imperial medicine box before finding a bottle of traumatic medicine, gently smearing it, and then bandaging Mo Heng into a 'one-eyed dragon'.

"Alright."

Yan Nuo put down the scissors, said casually, and stood up, only then did he feel that his feet were trembling terribly.