"Hey, don't move...... Tell you not to move, I heard it, hey, you guy......" The divine doctor pinched his mouth like a goldfish, he still kept shaking and uncooperative, his little white face was red, and he pushed hard with both hands.

"Bai you are obedient," the divine doctor had to remove the cotton ball, straighten him and look directly at him, yin* said, "Are you almost out of sugar?" Seeing that he was honest, he couldn't help but smile and sigh.

"Then you are obedient, I will bring you candy when I go back. ”

Canghai's tearful eyes rolled, and he pulled out a hand holding the rabbit and stretched out his little finger.

The doctor hooked up with him.

The tears gradually receded, and he stared at the ball of cotton slowly approaching his lips as if he were at home, and gritted his teeth. After that, it was just a little bit of pain, and I could tolerate it. He looked to the left again in a daze.

The divine doctor poured some more potions, stared at him and hugged the wound under his eyes without mercy, one step ahead of him, he had already held down his hands and crushed his body, looking at his instantly flushed face, and the tears became thicker and thicker, and said softly: "Don't cry, it will hurt more if you stain your tears." ”

The pain soon subsided, tears blinked and slowly dried up, and the eyes were red.

The divine doctor changed from squatting to half-kneeling, and then to half-kneeling to sitting, and felt that he could understand him a little. Shrink yourself into a small ball and squeeze into a small corner, and suddenly you feel safe. At least it's much more reassuring and down-to-earth than the miracle doctor with his back to the door.

The small white cotton ball stained with red blood was placed in front of Canghai's eyes, and Canghai slowly turned his eyes and looked at his own blood on it.

The Divine Doctor frowned. Throwing away the cotton ball, he picked out a small black jar, pried open the lid, and directly dug out a large lump of pale crimson paste with his fingers, and pinched his cheeks with the other hand.

Canghai was startled when he smelled the strong smell, but the divine doctor fixed his face, and the delicate and smooth cold paste with fragrance had been smeared, and immediately seeped into his wounds, immediately forcing out a sweaty head, and his eyes were out of focus.

He is like a crab that has been put into a hot steamer, and he can't escape his fate by scratching the wall of the pot and pressing the lid of the pot on his eight legs. It is like a tortoise with four legs facing the sky in pain, stretching its neck in the sand to resist the sand, and kicking helplessly, but it can't turn over no matter what.

Just when he couldn't help but bite his lower lip with his teeth, his teeth were suddenly pinched from the outside of his cheek, and he was in severe pain, but he couldn't move.

The divine doctor said, "How?"

Canghai looked like a poor little monkey who couldn't stand the abuse and finally compromised and had just turned over a hundred and eighty heels, sweating all over his body as if he had taken a bath. The pain of the wound has not lessened, but it has become numb.

The divine doctor held up the small black jar from which the ointment had been dug up, and the corners of his lips curled, "You made this yourself when you were eight years old." ”

"Don't remember?" wiped his sweat, he didn't even have the strength to turn his head away, and he collapsed in the corner, like a rice cake wrapped in red paper and steamed with white flowers. The miracle doctor did not take the opportunity to hold him in his arms and use him.

"Does your heart still hurt?". The doctor just asked. Look at the way you want to die, and you will know the answer.

The tip of his nose was red aggrieved, as if he wanted to push the doctor away, and as if he was going to desperately throw himself into the arms of the doctor and cry. The divine doctor couldn't help but frown and smile. "Remind you, Shiro. ”

"After the cure was gone, you always thought that you killed him, so when you were able to go to the ground a little, you secretly made this, put a lot of salt grains and peppers," sniffed, frowned, "There are also some poisonous herbs that make the wound worse, because the smell is too channeling, so add flower petals." ”

"Well," the doctor smiled, "and that suits your temperament as well." But I don't know why you didn't use it at the time—didn't you just want to rub it on yourself?" he shrugged his shoulders, "You thought no one knew about it, but I put it away." ”...,

The divine doctor smiled lightly, his index finger slightly picked his face, examined it, and asked with a lazy smile, "How did it feel to try it just now?"

He was just a walking corpse lying under the wall panting, his limbs as if they had been sucked away, and a puddle of slush was soft. But a long snow-white neck was exposed, and the cartilage was craggy with wheezing.

The doctor stretched out his hand to it, silently closed his mouth, then retracted his fingers and came back to his senses. Although he knew that he would not be able to resist at this moment.

"Comfortable?" The finger that stopped halfway poked at the cartilage between his chest and collarbone, and the soft touch couldn't help but pestle twice more curiously, "You are amazing, the things you made when you were eight years old are still unbearable, I wonder if the famous medical teacher in Lu Dao accepted the wrong apprentice back then?"

"Or have you been with the ghost doctor for a long time, or are you more like a quack doctor?"

Talking like a fly, Canghai was not attracted by him. Canghai's mouth was still aching. Maybe it's just the mouth that's hurting. But he seems to have calmed down. Sweat-soaked hair had a thin bunch snaking around his neck. It still has a white neck, black hair, and a red collar.

The divine doctor looked at his half-open and half-closed eyes, which had cooled down, and did not smile, but his eyes were full of smiles. The doctor picked up another box of ointment. I dipped it in a clean cotton ball. Pinched, in front of the sea.

Canghai dodged for a while, just a little bit.

The divine doctor whispered, "I just want to prove it to you." Canghai's eyes rolled slightly after a while.

"When you were eight years old, you made that ointment, but it didn't work, because you knew that even if you died of pain, you wouldn't come back to life. You are very smart. ”

"So, even if you torture yourself like this now, your heart will still hurt. ”

The divine doctor said softly, gently turning his face and applying the ointment. He did not resist, and certainly not cooperated. The pain above the lips gradually became excessive, and the effect of the new ointment came into play, and the cool silk was very comfortable.

The miracle doctor took care of his injuries intently, and did not speak again. Due to the dark shadow caused by the candlelight, he had to get closer to see the sea accurately, and to move accurately, trying not to hurt him. So the heart of the divine doctor was moved.

Although he was never still.

Canghai is also very attentive. Concentrate in a daze. Concentrate on thinking of a way and ignore the person in front of you.

The Divine Doctor had been looking at him intently for a while in front of him. If he could keep his mouth shut like this, Canghai might not be able to drive him away. Just like if you have a rabbit by your side, you will feel that you are not lonely.

But in reality, the miracle doctor had succeeded in attracting his attention.

After a long time, the miracle doctor finally spoke again. "Hey. ”

Speak softly and can be heard quite clearly.

"Saliva can reduce inflammation and relieve pain, heal wounds ......" ...... ，