the castration plan

"The specific waking time of the patient is related to the individual's physique, will, and oppression time." The doctor adjusted his glasses, "We can try to relieve this light coma state through surgery, but we can't rule out surgical complications, which will delay the waking time."

"Has your mother ever died?" Without warning, Bemuir kicked the human skeleton model in front of him, and dozens of thick medical books that looked like bricks were shaken off the bookshelf, "You fucking Three undead mothers can't say such a thing."

"Xi Lu! The doctor is just analyzing the situation objectively, so don't get excited." Shen Lu hurriedly stopped him, then turned to the shivering doctor in the corner and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my friend's mental condition is not very good, Mr. Lu told him It is very important, please discuss a surgical plan with the medical team as soon as possible, we will give you an answer after careful reference."

"I look like an idiot." After going out, Bemuir buried his face between his hands, "I scolded him and he hated it, what if I put the pliers and tweezers into Lu He's stomach?"

Bipolar disorder is like this. Bemuir will turn into a violent person for no reason, break down frequently, and attack all visible creatures, but when he is calm, he is another injured child who will be pitied by everyone.

Shen Lu pressed his shoulder: "Farewell, I'll go and explain to the doctor, wait a minute and stop being manic again."

"Yeah. You give him the money." Bemuir responded in a very low voice, and slapped a bank check on his hand, then suddenly raised his eyebrows, and raised one corner of his mouth, looking fierce and crazy. A palpitating cruelty, "If he can't do it well, he will die."

Shen Lu was terrified, and asked after a while, "Then what are you going to do when Mr. Lu wakes up?"

"What should I do?" Omega's eyes, which are very easy to make people dream at night, have discarded all harmful colors, sharp like two bright arrowheads, shining in the darkness deep in the dense forest, walking alone in the alpine snow valley, " I think Roman and I have a lot to bond over and he's going to love my Easter gift."

When Shen Lu heard the devilish name and his high-pitched and cold laughter, the astonishment on his face almost became a frozen picture.Roman, that's the character of the Italian Mafia He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Late at night, Bemuir fell asleep sitting on his stomach in front of the hospital bed, like a bouquet of flowers with water under the moonlight.The face that has become thinner and thinner in recent days has sharp lines, like a black and white pencil drawing made of charcoal.

Suddenly someone gently stroked his face.

Baymuir woke up almost instantly, and there was nothing more beautiful than the sight that greeted his eyes.His soul is like burnt sandalwood, and devout followers make a new pilgrimage to the flame.

Countless joys, pains, and surprises collided together and exploded, which made him suddenly feel like a hurricane howling, destructive impulse, how much he wanted to say it, saying that he had been seeking this love for a long time, a long time, thousands of times.

The palm of Lu He's hand wiping away his tears was as warm as the morning breeze blowing on a tender flower branch, collecting and cherishing the icy cold wax beads dripping from him one by one.

"At present, everything looks good. A pulmonary function test will be performed tomorrow to judge the patient's small airway ventilation." After completing the prescribed movements and the muscle tension test, the doctor said so, but when he thought of the scene of Omega making a scene in the heavens in the morning, he couldn't help it. Feeling chills down my spine, I immediately added, "Your husband is in good health. I believe you will be transferred back to China soon."

But Baymuir became mentally normal many times, and smiled at him brightly: "Thank you doctor! Thank you doctor! You are the best person in the world! God bless you! God kisses you!"

With such a sweet appearance, if he doesn't keep a little indifference on his face at all times, he is like a walking Alpha trap.The doctor's heart missed a few beats, his head was confused, and it took him a while to answer his question with difficulty, while Bemuir was nothing more than asking about precautions after the operation.

This week, Bemuir read some Indo-European scriptures in the ancient Semitic language during the day: "I ask God to release all the shackles of his worries and sufferings, because God cares about us..."

Others can't understand what he is muttering there, they can only see that he rules and dominates this small space like a tyrant, almost without the compulsive and controlling desire that Omega wants the whole world to operate according to his own way , such as the temperature range of Lu He's diet, oxygen saturation and humidity, and the number of daily visits should not exceed one.

And when night came, the way he rubbed Alpha's palm was like a prenatal cat without molars.

Baymuir's lips hung softly over the edge of the porcelain spoon, and he blew the porridge to cool slowly before feeding it.

"I'll do it myself, Xiaolu." Lu He wore a caramel-colored turtleneck sweater, half-sat on the bed, and stretched out his hand, "You are too tired these two days, go and have a good sleep, I haven't I saw you sleeping on the bed."

"I'm not angry with you. This is an unexpected incident and has nothing to do with you. You really don't need to feel guilty about it." The more Lu He watched, the more distressed he became, and he repeatedly advised him, "Go and rest for a while."

"Shut up, you are not allowed to talk when you are sick, or you will use a needle to sew it up." Bemuir stared at him with round and bright eyes, fished out an egg yolk and stuffed it, fiercely, "Open your mouth."

Lu He leaned back on the head of the bed, his smiling eyes rested on Omega's face: "You have sewn your mouth shut, so you can't open it."

"It can't be opened, right?" Bemuir put down the spoon and bowl resentfully, and leaned forward with a frenzied energy, pressed his greasy tongue against the opponent's lips, and stretched it in without any effort .

Alpha's response was hot and swift, but Bemuir straightened up suddenly, his slightly upturned big eyes were fascinating, and his smile was mischievous like an elf looking for love: "Didn't you say it was sewn? Continue to sew... …Well!"

Lu He stretched out his hand suddenly, pressed the Omega between his body and the bed, and kissed it without leaving any gaps, constantly searching for deeper honey.

"Lu... gangster... um... um... um..." Beimuir wanted to turn his head to hide at first, but his jaw was tightly caught by the man's tiger's mouth. His kiss was more turbulent than rivers and seas. All in front of them were covered with sky and sun.

With Alpha's handsome and compelling face so close in front of his eyes, Bemuir's heart was trembling slightly, and the dangerous aura mixed with lust made him unable to help offering his lips, as if the other's mouth was full of honey, and he would be ashamed as soon as he touched it. It's stuck and can't be moved.Kissing and kissing, Omega's unfeigned infatuation was clearly written on his face.

"If you have enough hooligans, go down, go down." Bemuir was kissed so badly that his whole body was about to fall apart, and his lower body began to feel embarrassed and uncomfortable.

So Baymuir slapped lightly, so that the other party's face didn't turn away, and his voice was as low as a mosquito: "You are necrotic now."

"Yeah." Lu He recognized with certainty and calmness. While kissing, he hugged Omega in his arms, and sometimes touched his lips gently, as if opening the silk bow on a wine bottle.

Baymuir and him stared at each other stubbornly, and stalemate, but was suffocated by the man's breath that he hadn't seen for a long time, and immediately arched into his warm embrace without dignity. After a while, he still made a compromise. Ce, lazily turned over and leaned against Lu He's chest: "You are not allowed to kiss."

Lu He turned to kiss his ear, his tongue wrapped the entire outline of the soft tissue.

The tingling sensation came from the thinnest part of the skin, and the sound of licking water penetrated the eardrum and reached the brain.

Baymuir was gasping for breath from him, like a dry drowning, his big eyes were glistening with honey, and his fluffy eyelashes were knotted with wetness.There was nowhere to vent his shame and anger, and the thin silk quilt was almost kicked to the ground by him.

His elbow also bumped back, but was firmly restrained by the undulating muscles of his arm.It's as if he made a deliberate effort to lure Alpha to hug his chest and waist more closely.

But suddenly, a series of signals exploded from his body, Omega's thin red eyelids trembled violently, his peacock green eyes were blurred with countless nebulae, and his hunger for heroin was constantly gnawing at his soul and tearing at his will.

Belmuir's expression changed, he quickly pushed Alpha away, and ran to the bathroom.