Mistakenly Saving the Villain

"I'm not panicking, just tell me."

Yue Wuhuan's psychological quality was much better than that of the freshmen. He walked over through the room full of flesh and blood, put down the dinner, frowned, and reached out to wipe the residue from the corner of his mouth.He has been used to eating with the lord recently, and feels that his appetite will improve a lot when he smells the clean breath.

Song Qingshi observed for a long time and saw that he was not prone to collapse, so he quietly put the basin back. He was sure that Yue Wuhuan was a good candidate for medical study. He was smart, rational, calm, dexterous, and not afraid of blood. He had all the qualities of an excellent surgeon. On Earth, medical school professors could fight over him as a PhD student.

He gave an impromptu anatomy theory class, stating the importance of anatomy to medicine, and the contributions of teachers to human beings in general.

Yue Wuhuan studied very seriously, and even took the initiative to observe the shape of the corpse and internal organs.

He felt that Song Qingshi's worries were a little funny. Among the guests of Jinfeng Villa, there were often sadistic monks who would carry out slaves who were beaten to death from time to time. If it wasn't for the strong resilience of the wood type physique, he would have been freed a long time ago.

What is a dead body?But a piece of meat.

From the first love affair, he was only afraid of the living.

Yue Wuhuan carefully looked at the corpses and sighed secretly. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at a tall male corpse in the corner. A past that he didn't want to think of appeared in his mind. He panicked for a moment, Suddenly realizing something, her beautiful eyes were full of malice, and the corners of her mouth gradually curved into a slight arc.

He turned around slowly, restrained his expression, and asked gently: "My lord, can I try to dissect this corpse?"

Song Qingshi was eating the loving dinner given by the little angel, when he heard this, he looked up in astonishment.

He thought about it, after all, this is not the medical school in the original world, and there are not so many rules in anatomy. Since Yue Wuhuan wants to learn, he should support it.

So, he found a new hooded gown for Yue Wuhuan to put on, and then asked him to wash his hands and disinfect, and put on a mask and gloves.

Yue Wuhuan touched the gloves uneasily, wondering: "Why are you wearing these?"

"Prevent germ infection," Song Qingshi warned, "There is no formalin here, and there is no completely reliable sterilizing solution. The spirit stone formation method is used to preserve the corpses. Many of them have unknown causes of death, and even dirty ones are put directly on the ground. Come in, I don’t worry, you must develop the habit of disinfection before and after experiments and dissections.”

This is the little cleanliness of a medical student. He can't believe that cleaning spells can completely eliminate germs, and he must be disinfected to feel at ease.

Yue Wuhuan looked at the corpse next to him, felt relieved, and said with a smile, "It's very dirty."

Song Qingshi finished dressing him up, handed him a scalpel, and introduced: "This corpse was given to me by An Long. An Long is the King of Xilin Gu, a very powerful doctor and insect expert. He is a very nice person. We often exchange resources. He sent someone to deliver this corpse a few days ago, and asked a test question, saying that the method of death is very interesting, let me guess how it was done."

An Long is the only good friend of the original body. The two used to exchange professional knowledge through letters, but for some reason they broke up in recent years.

When Song Qingshi sorted out the things left by the original body, he re-read those letters, once again admired Anlong's professional level, and then took the initiative to write a letter, using modern medical methods to solve a problem of fungus that had plagued him for many years.An Long was overjoyed after receiving the letter, and sent people to send many gifts. Because of the original body's preference, there were several corpses with different causes of death in the gifts. He also said that he would come to the door in person to thank him in a few days.

Song Qingshi liked this gift very much, and welcomed this big man who was obsessed with entomology.

Yue Wuhuan took the knife with a smile, dropped it heavily, and cut open the chest cavity of the corpse without hesitation.

"Slow down! Slow down!" Song Qingshi was taken aback and stopped quickly. The teaching guide said, "You have to see the texture structure clearly before cutting, pay attention to the direction of blood vessels and meridians, and cut layer by layer. Your knife is too deep. , It’s about to cut off the bones, internal organs! Pay attention to the internal organs!”

"Yes," Yue Wuhuan looked at the still heart under the knife, and smiled even more happily. He asked Song Qingshi, "My lord, do you know the identity of this corpse?"

Song Qingshi thought for a while: "It seems to be a hero of righteousness, it's a metaphor or something..."

"Everyone says Yu Qing is an upright and upright man, yet he has no one to collect his body." Yue Wuhuan said softly, with endless sarcasm in his voice, "It's a pity."

"There are too many dead people in the fairy world. Unwanted corpses are everywhere. No matter who you are in front of you, it's the same when you die." Song Qingshi stared at his movements, not paying attention to the inappropriateness in his tone, and exclaimed Said, "Be careful, you scratched your heart!"

Yue Wuhuan raised his eyes and exclaimed softly, "So it's not black?"

He smiled and cut the knife again and again, cutting the disgusting body and internal organs into pieces like Ling Chi. He was extremely happy, just like what he did to himself back then.

That year, not long after he entered Jinfeng Mountain Villa, he was under Jin Feizhi's confinement. He didn't know much about his identity, so he was a little naive, hoping that someone with good intentions could save him from hell.

Jinfeng Villa hosted a banquet for the elders of the Qinghong Sect, and exchanged sword skills. Qinghong Sect is a well-known decent sect in the fairy world, and has a reputation for being jealous of evil, and Yu Qing is a leader who is highly regarded by the younger generation. He was full of righteousness, and he didn't look sideways at the beauties who came to serve him. It seemed that he didn't like beauty, and he didn't do anything dirty.

Yue Wuhuan felt that he might be a good person, so he mustered up his courage and tried to ask for help.

Yu Qing stared at him for a long time without speaking.

Yue Wuhuan also knew that there was little hope, so he didn't dare to force it.

However, he never expected that Yu Qing would force him.

"At the banquet, I felt that your eyes are so beautiful, and you are born to be seductive."

Although Yu Qing didn't get the divine rosary that controlled the Acacia Seal, he didn't have the strength to resist the Golden Core cultivator, so he was soon bound tightly by the magic weapon and let others slaughter him.

……

In the early morning of the next day, he was finally released from hell, but he was discovered and made a fuss in front of Jin Feizhi and the fairy leader of Qinghongmen.

With bruises all over his body, he knelt in front of everyone.

Yu Qing is a highly valued disciple of Qinghong Sect and has a very good reputation, so it is really wrong for him to touch the owner's restraint.

The Qinghongmen's face was disheartened, and they repeatedly confessed to Jin Feichi, saying that they would punish Yu Qing severely, and the scene was very embarrassing.

Jin Feizhi smiled magnanimously, and rounded up the situation: "It's my slave who can't bear to be lonely. What's the fault of Hero Yu?"

Yue Wuhuan was stunned for a moment, and raised his head to explain, but suddenly Jin Feichen gave him a warning look, moved his hands in his sleeves, and the acacia seal on his back began to heat up, even though he struggled and resisted, he began to say a series of words in his mouth. Unpleasant words:

"The slave is restless, seeing Yu Xian's majestic appearance, he seduces with his body..."

"I'm not injured, but my legs are weak..."

"The slave made a mistake, please punish the slave for his lowliness."

"..."

He was obviously hurt, but he was forced to admit the mistake he didn't make, and the matter ended satisfactorily.

During the banquet, the host and guests were all happy, Jin Feizhi saw that Yu Qing liked it, so he gave Yu Qing along with the rosary to play for a few days, and saw all kinds of bad tastes of this righteous hero.

He was badly hurt, but he never cried out, nor begged for mercy.

Because he has fully understood the status of a slave and has no delusions.

……

"The cause of death is in the brain, and the bugs ate most of his brain." Yue Wuhuan cut open the head of the corpse with a saw, and came to a conclusion, "He must have died in pain, very miserable..." He I'm glad that the mask blocked my smile and malice, otherwise my expression would be weird like a devil.

Song Qingshi carefully observed the corpse and nodded: "Well, this kind of death is quite miserable, it's a pity."

Yue Wuhuan smiled: "Yes, it's a pity."

He stared at the knife in his hand, the aftertaste of happiness gradually dissipated, and he couldn't help feeling pity again and again.

How good would it be if he could cut it alive?

The author has something to say: Song Xueba is super confident: my little angel is so steady with the knife, he will definitely be a good doctor!