Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

The doctor looked up and looked at Pastoral Ancient with a solicited look.

Pastoral Ancient was an outsider, and he simply bluntly said: "Listen to the person concerned. ”

Now, his heart, like a sharp edge, is stuffy and painful in the chest.

Gu Xuan understands Song's worry-free spleen. If she doesn't let anaesthesia strike, she must not.

Otherwise, as she said, I'd rather not take it.

Eventually, he did what she wanted, keeping the doctor from anesthesia and only picking up bullets for her.

He's ready, she'll be ready to scream, and if she can't take it, let her bite her arm.

But...

When the doctor used his pliers and cautioned Song Wuo to pick up the bullet, Song Wuo held his teeth tight!

It hurts!

But she's holding out!

When the pliers entered the wound, it was as painful as being removed from the bone marrow.

This pain almost fainted.

Song has no worries because of excessive concealment and tight muscles on his face.

Face, pale.

Sweat beads on the forehead, the size of yellow beans, one by one emerge, then slide off...

She bit her teeth tight and didn't say a word.

Gu Xiao, Mugu, Huang Ling saw her like this, heartbroken.

Song did not cry, Huang Ling cried.

She stood beside her and wept silently.

She looks so painful, Song Must be very painful.

When the pliers reached the position of the bullet, Song did not worry so badly that he was going to faint.

Even so, she didn't squeak and make a sound of pain.

However, he held his hand tightly and clenched his fist tightly.

Gu Zheng looked at her like this, she would never cry. Her eyes were hot and red.

He still couldn't protect her and hurt her--

“Phew...”

The bullet was finally taken out, and the bullet with blood was thrown in an iron basin.

The iron pot was filled with fresh water. When the bullet fell, it was stained with blood. It blew up like a demonic flower...

Song was not worried about his tight body. At this time, it was like a balloon that had leaked. He leaned softly and paralyzed into Gu Zheng's arms.

Her clothes were already wet with sweat.

Gu Zheng cuddled her and said in silence: "Okay, it's out. ”

Song didn't have the strength to laugh, and she didn't have the strength to talk. She gasped gently.

The doctor glanced admirably at Song Yu, saying: "I have given you some painkillers that have no effect on the fetus. ”

“Hmm...” Song Fearless responded weakly, the whole person, softly paralyzed.

After the doctor has applied the powder, remove the sofa and wrap the wound.

Pain relief powder is sprinkled on the wound, resulting in a period of numbness, this pain relief powder, and hemostasis.

The wound was well wrapped. The spirit of Song's worry-free spirit was better.

The doctor ordered her to eat what she could and couldn't, and then packed the medicine box.

“Pastoral, you're hurt.” At this time, Huang Ling returned to God and looked at Pastoral Ancient complexity.

The doctor made a move and turned his head. Don't look at Huang Ling in depth. The woman who called your name directly should not have an easy relationship with you?

And look at the ancient arms, the blood, that had fallen along his arms, that had dyed the ground, like a strange flower, a red--

“Your Excellency, may I help you with your wounds?” The doctor came over and looked respectfully at Pastoral Ancient.

Pastoral glanced at him and then stared dead at Song's worry-free wound.

He sat with his legs on, and the doctor came to him with the medicine box and handled the wound.