There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 191 360 One Knife (Fourth)

Ning Xia never said a word.

Even if the pain on the back is in a sense like a thousand cuts.

It is even said that it hurts more than a thousand cuts.

For her, if she could get rid of the old man in misery by enduring such pain, then she would definitely be happy.

And Fang Bie never said a word.

The so-called Guan Gong scraping bones to cure poison is also playing chess and drinking with others, talking and laughing.

But Ningxia had no one in front of her, so she could only bear the responsibility silently.

Fang Bie was no longer able to speak, even if it was Fang Bie, under this level of exquisite surgery, even if he could talk to Ningxia, talking would mean increasing his chances of failure.

It is also irresponsible for Ningxia.

So he too remained silent.

The surface of the girl's skin was slowly covered with sweat, which was simply the sweat caused by the pain and tense muscles.

Her back was already covered with blood snakes, which were tiny snakes swimming on this extremely beautiful blood-colored flower.

Fang Bie kept breathing evenly, without any hesitation every time he cut the knife.

Just like what he asked before taking the knife, if anesthesia is given, Ningxia can reach the final result without having to bear too much pain after waking up.

But if this is the case, the poison of these manjusawa will not accumulate around the nerves in the back as it is now, and there will be residual toxins left in Ningxia's body.

Although there is no damage in the short term, in the long run, Ningxia's body will be dragged down by these poisons little by little.

If you want the best detoxification effect, then Ningxia is required to be in a highly awake state.

No.90 knife, No.90 one knife.

Each slender petal means a cut in the skin and a knife deep into the blood vessel.

At this time, the room is very quiet, only the slight breathing of the two people - of course, every time the knife is cut, you can feel the tension and shortness of breath in Ningxia's body at that moment, but the girl can't even bite the towel on her mouth. No.

As she's said before, she's still pretty good at enduring pain.

In addition to the sound of breathing in the whole room, there is also the subtle beeping sound of the flame burning.

It was the sound of wax oil detonating in the air.

There was also the ticking sound of Ning Xia's blood streaking across his entire spine before falling to the ground.

Fang Bie held his breath all the time, and didn't have any charming thoughts.

He just regarded Ningxia as a piece of pork, and all he had to do was to carve the most beautiful flower in the world on this piece of pork.

"If even I can't do it, then no one in this world can do it." Fang Bie thought silently in his heart.

And, Fang Bie finally realized the feeling of the surgeons who performed the surgery in the previous life.

In fact, all the patients who are pushed onto the operating table, no matter men or women, old or young, are all pushed onto the operating table without a piece of clothing. The patients on the stage no longer have any gender and identity distinctions.

They are just a symbol.

A symbol of a patient waiting to be saved.

The 360th cut.

The so-called "ten thousand cuts" of Ling Chi was nothing more than a thousand and one cuts.

On Ningxia's back, Fang Bie had already drawn 360 cuts.

And this is not cutting off a piece of 360 flesh. On the contrary, there is no bloody flesh on Ningxia's back, but the originally bright red manjusawa flowers have become dim at this time.

It's like the charcoal fire that was originally burning hot, and finally extinguished, leaving only the original black and gray color.

Fang Bie's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat.

This detoxification, or surgery, is more difficult than fighting the most powerful enemy.

After all—saving someone is always ten thousand times harder than killing someone.

"It's over." Fang Bie said quietly.

Hearing Fang Bie's words, Ningxia seemed to have heard the final whistle. Even with her tenacious will, she fell forward at that moment.

Fang Bie quietly hooked the chair, and made Ning Xia lean on the chair.

Then the boy stood up, blood dripping behind him, but he never looked back.

He pushed the door out with a tired face.

Outside the door were Xue Ling and He Ping.

Fang Bie was a little surprised when he saw Xue Ling, but then he was relieved and took out a bottle of ointment from his pocket: "You came just in time."

Saying this, Fang Bie handed the ointment in his hand to Xue Ling: "Go and apply this ointment to Ningxia."

Xue Ling took the ointment and was stunned: "Why me?"

Do I have a good relationship with Ningxia?

"I planned to give it to Sister Ping." Fang Bie said lightly, "But you are here, and I think you are more suitable."

"Can't you?" Xue Ling asked.

"I can't." Fang Bie said seriously: "I promised her that I wouldn't touch her once, if I said I wouldn't touch her, I wouldn't touch her even once."

Xue Ling pursed her lips, pushed the door open and entered.

The moment she walked in, the girl was stunned.

She saw Ning Xia lying on two chairs covered in blood, unconscious, with wounds all over her back, and pools of blood on the ground.

Xue Ling quietly covered her mouth, the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood and an indescribable fragrance of flowers.

Xue Ling felt his head explode instantly, turned around and rushed out: "Farewell!"

Fang Bie and He Ping were walking towards the distance, when they heard Xue Ling's roar behind them, they couldn't help turning their heads.

"What did you do to her!" Xue Ling yelled loudly.

Even if Xue Ling saw a more unbearable and cruel scene, she would not lose her composure like this.

But no matter what, she didn't believe that it was detoxification.

"Detoxification." Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling and explained seriously.

The boy's eyes were clear.

"You put the ointment on her."

Fang Bie continued: "If the wound is completely scabbed, these ointments will be useless."

Xue Ling stood where she was, holding her hands tightly.

Finally she let go of her fist, turned and walked into the room, closing the door.

The girl walked in front of the unconscious Ning Xia, and could feel the slight ups and downs of her back.

Xue Ling looked at those wounds, but she didn't see clearly before in a hurry, besides, who can control their reason after seeing Ningxia's tragic situation?

No matter how many evil things Ningxia has done, she should not be cruelly abused like this.

But looking at these wounds now, Xue Ling noticed the delicacy and naturalness of each cut.

Each of these cuts through the muscles superficially, cuts open the blood vessels, and touches as far as it goes. This is the limit of human beings' self-healing. Heal on its own.

Xue Ling bit her lip, and then took out the bottle of ointment.

Little by little, carefully smear Ningxia's back.

Gently like treating a baby.

"What has she experienced?" Xue Ling couldn't help but muttered to herself, "I would rather detoxify in this way."

"And you don't want to go back to a place where she can live?"

But Ning Xia collapsed on the chair, with her long dark chestnut hair loose, and couldn't give her a single answer.

(End of this chapter)