Magical Strategist

Naturally, he has seen real dragons with women's bodies, such as Lina, Feiya, and Haitang, but Irene's body is the most perfect he has ever seen. No matter the body proportions or skin color, they are impeccable.

At this time, Irene was so ashamed that she forgot about the pain. She closed the corners of her eyes tightly, pursed her mouth, and pulled the sheets tightly with her two jade hands due to nervousness.

A true dragon is not someone who takes advantage of a situation. Of course he should appreciate what should be appreciated, but he would never mess with what shouldn't be appreciated. After all, Irene will be her superior from now on. If she goes too far today, she will be tortured in the future. So, the real dragon turned his attention to the wound on Irene's abdomen.

The wound was about the length of the index finger, and the wound was so deep that the abdomen was almost cut open. I was afraid that the internal organs would be damaged if I used any more strength. It seemed that Bai Fei's sword did not intend to kill Irene. I saw that the periphery of the wound had gradually suppurated, and light yellow pus seeped out faintly.

Zhenlong picked up a cotton ball, dipped it in disinfectant, and gently wiped it on Irene's wound over and over again.

Irene felt waves of pain coming from her heart. She saw her beautiful hands clenched into fists and her teeth clenched.

Every time the cotton ball touches the wound, it feels like being bitten by thousands of poisonous insects. The pain is unforgettable! The hot feeling kept stimulating her nerves, testing her endurance again and again. No upright man would be able to remain calm under such circumstances, let alone a woman. She kept using her strength to force herself not to scream, suppressing the painful moans in her throat.

After the disinfection was completed, Irene was already sweating in pain, panting, and her body was twitching faintly.

However, the next thing to do is even more torturous - to completely squeeze out the poisonous blood.

The real dragon had personal experience: he was bitten by a poisonous wolf. When the wound was being cleaned, he screamed in agony, his throat became hoarse, and he finally fainted from the pain. The scene at that time is still vivid in my mind. One can only imagine what kind of torture Irene is about to endure!

The real dragon calmed down and said to Irene: "It might hurt a little, so bear with it."

Erin nodded slightly, and then closed her eyes tightly again to welcome an even stronger onslaught.

Zhenlong took a deep breath and tried to relax himself. He knew that if the technique was not correct, it would definitely make Irene more painful. After washing her hands with disinfectant, she gently pressed her hands on Irene's slender waist, then slowly moved them to her waist, and finally stopped around the wound. The real dragon hesitated, how to relieve Irene's pain...

Eileen had guessed the real dragon's concerns and said firmly: "Let's do it!"

This infirmary is surrounded by thick brick walls and has only one small window, which is closed all year round. So everything in the infirmary looked very dark. Even four expensive wall lamps on the wall can't solve the dim light in the room.

The real dragon held his breath, his eyes suddenly widened, and his index finger and thumb pressed hard at the suppurating part of the wound. Instantly, pus and blood splashed out.

The pain completely defeated Erin's tenacity! Finally he couldn't help but screamed. She knew how humiliating and humiliating it was to scream in pain in front of her men.

The real dragon encouraged: "If you keep at it, you'll be fine soon. Most of the poisonous blood has been squeezed out, so hold on!"

Erin screamed heartbreakingly, tearing the sheets tightly with her fingers, and the thin sheets were quickly torn to pieces. This was not enough to relieve her pain. Finally, his eyes turned white and he fainted from the pain.

"It's done!" The sweaty real dragon said with joy.

It's a pity that Eileen can no longer hear the voice of the real dragon.

It doesn't matter if he faints, at least he can't feel the pain anymore, the real dragon thought to himself.

After the most critical step is completed, the last step is to apply powder to bandage the wound.

The real dragon first washed his blood-stained hands, took out the medicinal powder prepared by Dr. Hobi and sprinkled it on Irene's wound. He spread it evenly with his hands and waited until the powder was completely integrated into the wound before fixing it with a bandage.

The real dragon bent down, gently held up Irene's head, and gently helped her sit up. Now Irene was unconscious, and her body fell limply into the arms of the real dragon.

The complex smell of hair mixed with the smell of blood floated into the true dragon's nostrils. In order not to hinder the bandage, the real dragon had to take off Irene's blood-stained robe.

Fortunately, the real dragon only glanced at him from the corner of his eye and did not have any evil thoughts. He pulled off the bandage and wrapped it around Irene's abdomen several times with a skillful technique.

call! it's over!

The real dragon was exhausted mentally and physically. After helping Irene lie down, he sat down on the ground. Exhausted, he leaned against the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

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I don't know how long I will sleep this time. When he woke up, it was already dark.

Indoors, the wall lamp was still on, and the real dragon looked at Irene through the light.

That bloodless face makes the moon goddess, who is as beautiful as a jade, look haggard and haggard, which makes people feel deeply pitiful. Zhenlong's mood suddenly became complicated. Originally, he should be on his way home at this moment, believing that he would be reunited with his father and sister soon, but now he is inexplicably staying beside Irene, and he is still there. Joined the "Month Organization".

What are you planning for? Is it just to repay the favor of saving my life? The real dragon couldn't accept his decision at the time, and now he thought about how ridiculous it was. He shook his head helplessly, lowered his head deeply, and fell into deep thought...

rustle……

The sound came from the bed.

Looking up, I found Irene wrapped tightly in the quilt, shivering and sweating coldly.

Erin's lips had turned purple, and she moaned intermittently: "Cold...cold..."

The real dragon touched Irene's forehead, and he retracted his hand due to the high temperature. "It's so hot! I'm going to call the doctor!"

"No...it's okay..." Erin's body was shaking uncontrollably every time she said a word.

"Really? It's all burned like this!"

"No need..." Erin gritted her teeth and said.

"I'll get you a wet towel." As he said that, Zhenlong walked to the storage box and rummaged through it. After searching for a long time, I found an old towel with a yellowish color. It doesn’t matter whether it is new or old, as long as it can be used! So I got a basin of water, wetted the towel, and gently placed it on Irene's forehead.

Zhenlong took out two more thick quilts and covered her with them. Erin's body shrank into a ball, shaking more and more.

"By the way, you should drink hot water when you have a fever. I actually forgot this basic knowledge!" He ran out like a real dragon.

After a while, a pot of hot boiling water was brought over. He lifted up Eileen and let her head rest on his right arm. He held the water glass in his left hand and blew a few sips on it. After it cooled down a little, he put it to Eileen's mouth.

"Drink."