Monk, let go of that little zombie

The hospital will never be short of people. Xia Chu puts Dong Mo on a chair and sits down, and registers for consultations with ease, as if he came not to the hospital, but to his home.

Mo Dong's eyes followed him all the time. According to his age, even if Master Xuan Gui raised Xia Chu when he was young, it was at most 30 years ago.Then, 70 years ago, how did the early summer pass.

Xia Chu walked over with the list, met Dong Mo's eyes, and gently rubbed his index finger and thumb on his lap.

"I hired an expert for you." Xia Chu was delighted, "The wounds he sewed up will be very shallow."

Dong Mo went with him to the specialist's office, and couldn't help asking him: "Are you familiar with the hospital?"

"Of course." Xia Chu proudly said, "I used to be a pharmacist in a hospital. I don't need to be a doctor to do this job. I just need to know the name of the medicine and the doctor's name. After working for a few months, the salary is not bad. Not bad, but the smell of the hospital irritated my nose too much, so I didn't do it."

"Let me tell you, when I was a pharmacist, there was a beautiful woman with me. At that time..."

Mo Dong frowned, and was listening, but Chu Xia stopped talking: "It's here."

"Hello, expert, please show me." Chu Xia dragged Dong Mo in, and slowly moved Dong Mo's injured hand to the expert.

The expert is in his 50s, with two deep nasolabial folds, which make him look very serious, as if everyone owes him 500 million.

Therefore, even if a bloody hand stretched out in front of his eyes, he only slightly raised his eyelids: "How did you hurt?"

Just as Xia Chu was about to answer, the expert said again: "Needless to say, I don't care."

Xia Chu: "..." He wanted to hit someone a little bit.

Two seconds later, the expert finally raised his head, looked at the end of Dong carefully, and finally said with a little surprise: "Are you a monk?"

"Amitabha Buddha." At the end of Dongdong performed a Buddhist ceremony, his face was indifferent, "The benefactor has good eyesight."

The monastic with hair and practice at the end of winter has a dusty air that does not eat the fireworks of the world, but as long as he does not speak, no one will think of him in the direction of a monk.

Experts can see through at a glance that he is a monk, which can be called a compliment from the end of Dongdong.

"I have a good nose." The expert said, "You have a Buddha fragrance that cannot be concealed by blood."

"Is this the scent of Buddha?" Chu Xia leaned close to Mo Dong's snow-white and slender neck, his nostrils fluttered, "This is obviously the smell of Safeguard, okay?"

At the end of winter: "..."

expert:"……"

Experts were going to treat the wound for Dongmo, and the two went to the next compartment. Xia Chu voluntarily exited the compartment on the pretext of not being able to stand the blood.Sitting in the office, looking left and right, quietly unscrewed the mineral water bottle in his hand.

Dongmo's wound was deep, so he took blood that was three centimeters thick. Seeing that the door curtain of the compartment was closed tightly, he laughed and poured out a cover of blood—this was the real reason why he came out .

Although Dong Mo was injured to save him, but he sent him to the hospital, busy up and down, and now he took a sip of blood to not spill too much.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to move his mouth, Dongmo's faint voice came from the inner room: "Benefactor Xia, come in."

Xia Chu's hands trembled in fright, and almost spilled blood on the lid.

He asked angrily, "Why?"

"The poor monk is in a bit of pain, and needs a benefactor to help the poor monk." Dongmo's calm voice came out.

At the beginning of Xia, there was a moment of panic, wondering if Dong Mo had been possessed by something, he looked at the blood in Gai Zhong, and hesitated whether to take this opportunity to drink it.

Dongmo's blood-soaked arm appeared in his mind, he pouted, poured the blood back into the bottle, opened the curtain and walked into the compartment.

In order to facilitate the treatment of the wound, Dong Mo's sleeves were rolled up, and the wound was completely displayed, with bones visible in the depth, which was really eye-catching.

The unhappiness in Xia Chu's heart disappeared immediately, and he felt a little guilty when he saw Shang Dong Mo's eyes: "Well...the pain will not hurt after the anesthetic is administered."

"This master doesn't use anesthesia." The expert who took out sutures and other tools took the time to reply Xia Chu.

Xia Chu's eyes widened, and he blurted out: "Monk, you have a tendency to abuse yourself."

Without waiting for his answer, he yelled at the expert: "How can such a deep wound not be treated with anesthesia? Don't listen to what he said. He is a stubborn donkey. Give him a shot."

The word 'stubborn donkey' made Dong Mo's face darken. His good hand was placed on his knee, and his fingers moved, as if trying to restrain himself.

Fortunately, the expert's explanation arrived in time, making Xia Chu swallow back what he wanted to say, and successfully making Dongmo restrain himself.

"He's allergic to anesthesia."

Chu Xia clicked his tongue inexplicably, walked to Dong Mo's side, and stretched out his hand.

Suspicion appeared in Dong Mo's eyes.

Xia Chu was speechless: "Didn't you say that it hurts a lot, so let me support you. Here, I will give you my hand. If you are in severe pain, just squeeze it hard. Just don't crush my bones."

At the beginning of summer, I am afraid of heat and don't like the sun, so I hardly wear short-sleeved tops.Xiao Dai's slender white wrists were exposed from the cuffs of the black long sleeves, revealing the thin bones of the teenager just right, without making people feel feminine at all.

Dong Mo was stunned.

The expert took a look at the two of them, and went to the outer room to get something. Seeing that Dong Mo hadn't moved, Xia Chu was about to roll his eyes, when he suddenly yelled.

"I suddenly remembered that my saliva seems to have the function of relieving pain for you humans." Xia Chu had a dazed expression on his face, and then his eyes fell on Dongmo's wound.

"Why don't you try while the experts are away?"

Although he was using a questioning tone, he bent down straight and stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the wound without waiting for Dong Mo's answer.

Dong Mo's hand trembled violently, and the intact hand clenched into a fist.