Interstellar Acupuncture Master

"Uh!"

Fei Yang let out a muffled grunt, then gritted his teeth fiercely, frowned, his hands grabbed the bed sheet violently, his veins were bulging, and his head was slightly tilted to the inside of the bed.

Although the pain still came wave after wave, but without the sharp blade stuck between the flesh and blood, the pain has been relieved a lot, and it won't even hurt to breathe.

The moment the knife was pulled out, the blood that was blocked by the knife splashed out, sprayed some on Fei Yang's face, and most of it went straight to the head of the white iron carved bed, like a bloody flower blooming.

With a sound of "Boom", Tang Dayin put the knife in his hand on the tray, picked up the sterile gauze and quickly stopped the bleeding. Tang Dayin didn't know if it was the effect of the three small needles in his chest. The bleeding stopped after a while, and there was no danger. of massive bleeding.

The assistants stepped forward to carry out aseptic treatment, disinfection, and anesthesia. Tang Dayin sutured it himself. After that, everything went on in an orderly manner.

Fei Yang temporarily fell asleep under the action of the anesthetic spray, and was finally freed from the non-stop pain.

"Will it leave a scar?" Lu Siming asked with a frown.

Tang Dayin was wearing a mask and couldn't speak clearly, "It's impossible to have nothing at all, and the thinnest thread is already used."

Lu Siming felt more and more that he was too rude to Dr. Tang before, "I'm sorry, Grandpa Tang, please help Xiao Yang sew well."

"Understood, it must be more delicate than sewing a girl's face, so stop nagging."

Lu Siming: ...

Hearing the tinkling sound of instruments in the room, and seeing Dr. Tang suturing deftly, Lu Siming's heart was finally relieved. He gestured to Xiaojiling and left the room door.

The little wit immediately got the command of the marshal, gently closed the door and walked out to the living room.

Thirty degrees bowed slightly, "Marshal."

Awaiting instructions.

"Did the thief take it back?"

"Yes, I'm escorted back, and I've received a message from Qiao Yu."

"Where is it locked?"

"Dungeon."

Lu Siming thought about Fei Yang's painful expression just now, and the anger that had just subsided was aroused again, his eyes were fierce, and he said in a deep voice, "Stomped his right hand!"

The little witty expression was tangled, he raised his head and looked at the marshal's face slightly, full of sullenness, thought again and again, and suggested, "Marshal, but this is illegal, and it is actually unnecessary. He hurt people with a knife. According to the new criminal law, it is already Death penalty." You don't need to get yourself into trouble for nothing.

The little wit swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled, and he persisted, "Especially now that Xia Zhantian is still staring at you, you..."

Lu Siming stood silently with his hands behind his back, his face livid.

His Xiao Yang's life and death were uncertain just now!He wanted to avenge Xiao Yang, and Xia Zhantian would still be watching him. With this breath in his heart, his face couldn't get better.

Seeing that Lu Siming's face was about to turn black, Xiaoji Ling stopped him in time, and changed the topic, "If you...are really puzzled, then...there is a kind of water in the dungeon..."

Speaking of this, Lu Siming's face obviously improved, and the little wit hurriedly said, "It's very itchy when applied on the victim's body, and it can't be stopped until the skin breaks and bleeds, until it finally festers. Ask Qiao Yu to hold a high-pressure spray gun Spraying him twice, isn’t life worse than stomping his hands?”

"Then send him to the police station. Xia Zhantian can't find any reason for you. Do you think it's okay?"

Xiao Jiling carefully observed the expression of his marshal. Lu Siming compared the chopping of his hands with the bleeding and festering all over his body. It was obvious that the latter was worse than death, so he nodded in satisfaction, "Let's do it like this."

"Yes! Let Qiao Yu do it right away." The little witty breathed a sigh of relief, it was not easy to serve the marshal.

"You can get the same bonus as Qiao Yu this month." Marshal Lu, who avenged Xiao Yang, was happy.

"Thank you, Marshal!" Little Witty remained calm, but his heart was already turbulent.

excitement!

Economic status determines family status, and this month he will be mighty again!

The little wit was motivated to work in an instant, and immediately contacted Qiao Yu to deal with the thief who wanted money.

Lu Siming let out a long sigh of relief, sat down on the sofa weakly, leaned his head on the backrest, closed his eyes, and felt exhausted all over his body, because he was really too nervous just now.

After dealing with the thief, Xiaojiling quietly stood two meters away from Lu Siming. Lu Siming squinted for a while, and seeing that there was no movement in the bedroom, he got up, rubbed the center of his brows, and said to Xiaojiling, "I've been in bed lately. I work here, and you can get my star brain later."

"Yes!"

"Then?" Little Witty hesitated to speak.

"What?" Lu Siming raised his eyes.

"Then...will you come here to report work?" The marshal always disliked his subordinates coming to his residence.

Lu Siming frowned slightly, thought about it, and then relaxed, "There is nothing important, there is no need to meet and report, if you must meet, then... come here."

"Okay." The little wit secretly looked at the door of the bedroom, only Doctor Xiao Yang could change their marshal's cold and domineering temper and habits.

Look at the pot-like complexion of his marshal, hey, this handsome and resolute beauty is really in vain. If he has such a face and such a hot body, heh, Qiao Yu has to wash him every day. Feet waiting?

With such a masculine face, he can't even deal with the innocent Doctor Yang, and according to Qiao Yu, the Marshal wants Qiao Yu to teach him how to tease her husband on the spot...

It's scary to think about it. If this leads to the right way, the next step is to teach how to sleep on the spot!

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Work hard, don't sell yourself!

The bedroom door opened suddenly, and the little nurse pushed the door out.

Lu Siming stood up abruptly, strode forward, grabbed the little nurse's sleeve, "How's it going?"

"The operation has been completed." The little nurse was stunned by the stare.

Lu Siming let go of the little nurse, walked into the bedroom a few steps, and saw Doctor Tang taking off the sterile gloves on his hands and throwing them into the trash can.

"How is Xiao Yang?" Lu Siming asked anxiously as he stood by the bed and looked at Fei Yang who was lying motionless on the bed with blood on his face.

Tang Dayin didn't answer Lu Siming's question directly. He had never seen Lu Siming so anxious and flustered like today. He laughed and joked, "So caring, it seems that the throne of the princess will not be vacant for long!"

Lu Siming rolled his eyes, he knew old man Tang best, and if he could talk like that, it must be because Fei Yang had no major problems.

"It's fine." Lu Siming squatted beside the bed, muttering to himself.

Tang Dayin looked at the little man on the bed. Although his complexion was a bit haggard, his facial features were exquisite, and he was a beauty when he opened it. The key was not only a vase, but also a bit of technology.

Hehe, obviously, Grandpa Tang will help you!

Tang Dayin's face suddenly became solemn, "Chest, this is a major operation, I dare not relax. It takes 48 hours to truly be out of danger, and during this period, you have to take care of it in full clothes."

"Okay." Lu Siming nodded solemnly, Xiao Yang will definitely take good care of him, let alone 48 hours, even 48 days, he will not say a word.

The little nurse who went out just now came in with sterile gauze. She was caught just now, and she was still a little trembling when talking to Lu Siming, "Prince, please let me go a little bit."

"What are you doing?" Lu Siming obviously didn't want to wake up, he wanted to take care of Xiao Yang by the bedside in a daze.

"Uh..." The little nurse looked at Doctor Tang, who made a helpless gesture of waving his hands, so the little nurse had to look at Lu Siming again, and sent the tray forward, "I'll wipe this patient's face." of blood."

Lu Siming took the tray, "I'll do it, you can go out."

The little nurse didn't know why, so she wished she could run away quickly.

Fei Yang had drips on his hands, Lu Siming gently put down the tray, stroked Fei Yang's fingers, frowned, the tentacles were cold.

Fei Yang's hands and feet have always been slightly cold, but now that such a bottle of cold water is poured in, his fingertips are icy cold.

Lu Siming gently held Fei Yang's hand under it with one hand, and covered it with the other hand avoiding the needle, absorbing the coldness from Fei Yang's hand, and pouring in gusts of hot air.

As a result, he couldn't move his hands to wipe Fei Yang's face, so he said to Doctor Tang without turning around, "Let that little nurse come in and wipe Fei Yang's face."

Doctor Tang: ...

She really protects her wife and protects her home. She has long arms and legs, and she doesn't feel tired squatting by the bed. If she is married, she will definitely have bronchitis.

This problem is inherited in the family and cannot be cured.

"Xiao Xiao, come in."

He asked the little nurse to come in again with a bitter face, brought over the tray, walked around to the bed opposite Lu Siming, and began to carefully wipe the blood on Fei Yang's face.

Lu Siming still held Fei Yang's hand tightly, watching Fei Yang's cheeks being wiped clean little by little like Wang Fushi.

Doctor Tang was too old to watch the large-scale dog abuse scenes, coughed, turned and left the bedroom, and went to the living room to get some air.

As soon as he left, the assistants also hurriedly escaped. Although there was nothing pornographic or pornographic in it, but somehow, the smell of dog food was too strong!

In an instant, there were only the little nurse, Lu Siming and Fei Yang left in the huge bedroom.

The little nurse instantly felt that she was redundant. Looking at the affectionate Marshal Lu, she had to speed up her hands quickly. After finishing her work, she saluted Lu Siming and immediately escaped from the room.

In the living room, Doctor Tang tried to get some gossip from Xiaojiling.

"Whose son is this child?"

The little wit shook his head.

"how old are you?"

The little wit shook his head.

"How long have you two been talking?"

Just as Little Witty was about to shake his head, he was glared at by Doctor Tang, "If you dare to shake your head again, you will sleep again next time-hey, don't ask me for ointment again!"

"Ahem, Doctor Tang, you..." There are many people here!

'So many people' immediately lowered their heads when they heard the sound, pretending to be blind and deaf.

Little Witty: ...

Your acting skills are really over the top.

"I can't say, otherwise—" Little Witty pointed to the bedroom door and made a gesture of cutting his neck, "You understand!" The marshal is cruel and ruthless!

Doctor Tang was speechless for a moment and found nothing.

"But I heard that recently, according to the prince's request, the queen spent a lot of effort to find seven people with different genders, appearances, and personalities, and planned to send them over for the prince to choose."

Little Witty: ...

I have collected seven more, are you planning to summon the dragon?

In the bedroom, Lu Siming had no idea that the seven prospective friends were already on the 'road' and were 'talking' to Fei Yang softly.

"You have to hold on, Xiao Yang, I don't have my brother anymore, and I can't live without you."

"I also want to tell the world that you will be my concubine, Lu Siming."