The Return of Star Reborn

Yang Er didn't go to see Li Mu's situation, General Li Mu had Zhang Mao to take care of him, so nothing major would happen, but Tan Feng's place was different.

The Mercury No. [-] experimental body is still entangled in Tan Feng's wrist artery, which may cause damage or even rupture of the artery at any time. Yang Er must quickly solve this thing, otherwise Tan Feng will be in danger all the time.

Compared to Yang Er's anxiety, Tan Feng seemed a little careless. He sat on the sofa, propped his face with one hand, tilted his head slightly and smiled, "Your Highness, don't worry."

Yang Er put aside the tools used in the operation, he squatted down, and slowly opened Tan Feng's sleeves, exposing his wrists.

There is a red mark on the wrist, which is moving slowly, as if it is alive, and you can even feel its pulsation. Yang Er took out a sharp blade and pressed it tightly against Tan Feng's wrist, but did not cut it for a long time.

Tan Feng was not in a hurry, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips drew a slight arc, and said with a smile, "Your Highness was not like this just now, you look so serious when you look really good."

Yang Er sighed, put the knife aside, raised his head helplessly and said, "Don't be joking, you are different from Li Mu, although there are a lot of them, they are all in the meat, it's fine if you remove them, you just happen to be entangled It's in an artery, if I shake my hand, you'll need first aid."

Tan Feng smiled, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously, and said, "Your Highness must be careful, if I become disabled, you will have to support me for the rest of my life."

Yang Er looked up at Tan Feng, really couldn't figure out what the person in front of him was thinking, was this critical moment a time for casual jokes?

"Can you be more serious? Seriously?" Yang Er sighed for a long time, there was really no other way.

"Your Highness doesn't want to raise?" Tan Feng asked along the way.

Yang Er pulled out the dagger helplessly, rubbed the blade slightly with his finger, cut the surface of his finger lightly with just one swipe, small drops of blood leaked from the wound, he rubbed it casually, without any hesitation. Take it to heart.

"This knife is not bad, as long as you don't move it, it should be fine." Yang Er knelt on one knee on the carpet, carefully approached Tan Feng's wrist, his eyes were extremely focused.

"Your Highness hasn't answered me yet." Tan Feng half-closed his eyes and asked with a smile.

"Do you still need me to answer this kind of question?" Yang Er raised his head, glanced at Tan Feng, then lowered his head, continued to stare at the red mark, and said, "Don't move anymore."

"Okay." Tan Feng's expression was slightly cheerful.

The sharp blade was pressed against Tan Feng's wrist, and it was a little cold. Yang Er's eyes were extremely focused. He saw a point, and suddenly pushed the blade down, cutting the skin on Tan Feng's wrist, and blood dripped down the blade. It fell, hit the ground, and the sound of ticking and ticking instantly gathered into a small puddle.

Yang Er's slashing of the knife was very precise, just brushing the red mark, without disturbing the experimental subject.

When this experimental body was wrapped around Li Mu's body before, it was on the epidermis, but this one is tightly attached to Tan Feng's artery, almost sticking to the artery.

"I'm about to go under the knife, it may hurt, it may cut, or even cut your artery, you pay attention to stop the bleeding." Yang Er said without raising his head.

"Okay, Your Highness can just use the knife." Tan Feng smiled slightly, seemingly carelessly, but his eyes never left Yang Er.

Your Highness, who is serious, is really good-looking, making people reluctant to look away.

As soon as Tan Feng's voice fell, he felt a pain in his wrist. It was the feeling of the blade piercing the flesh, and the sword scraped the bone. The painful wrist almost trembled. He smiled helplessly. His Highness's efficiency is really high. The knife is under the knife, without giving the slightest chance to react.

The blood poured out impatiently, the red mark was mixed with the blood, if Yang Er hadn't been staring at it, maybe it would be mixed with the blood, and then he couldn't find it.

Tan Feng didn't even move a bit, watching Yang Er's knife move on the artery of his wrist quietly, the sharp blade was stained with his blood, but he couldn't make him blink, as if all this happened It has nothing to do with him.

Calm to the point of chilling eyes.

Suddenly, Yang Er's blade stopped for a moment, and then turned the blade so that it was almost close to the artery, and he picked it up to pick out the red mark. There was a wound of more than ten centimeters long on Tan Feng's wrist, which was close to the artery. Blood gushes out.

Yang Er immediately put the red mark in with a closed container, then put it aside, frowned tightly, and quickly used therapeutic instruments, bandages and other medical supplies to suture Tan Feng's wound.

Tan Feng laughed lowly, he tilted his head slightly, propped his elbows on the table, and covered his neck with his palm calmly.

After Yang Er sewed up the wound, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he sighed, and said, "Let's keep it for now... I almost cut your artery, you know?"

Tan Feng smiled and shook his head. He was leaning against the table with a vague smile on his lips.

"Uncomfortable? The pain is severe?" Tan Feng's silent appearance was quite different from his usual appearance, and Yang Er couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Tan Feng lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were dimly lit, he smiled suddenly, and said, "I feel a little dizzy after bleeding so much."

Although the artery was not injured, a lot of blood flowed. Yang Er felt uncomfortable looking at it. He nodded, and immediately stood up and helped Tan Feng halfway up, and said, "Go back to the treatment cabin and lie down for a while. Don't wait a few days. If you move around, take care of it.”

Tan Feng looked weak and weak, half leaning on Yang Er, with one hand on Yang Er's shoulder, hiding the joy in his eyes, and pretending to be about to faint.

Yang Er didn't think too much about it, he looked at Tan Feng with some worry, and when he was sent to the treatment room, he hesitated for a moment, and persuaded, "Are you... are you really a little hypocritical? I think you are more Before, it seemed to be a lot weaker."

Tan Feng's complexion changed again and again. He pushed Yang Er away with a smile, opened the door of the treatment cabin by himself, and lay down in it. One second before the treatment cabin closed, he suddenly turned his head and showed Yang Er a joking look. smile.

Seeing this familiar smile, Yang Er instantly understood.

I was fooled by this man's acting skills like a showman.

In the treatment room next to him, Li Mu had just woken up. Seeing him waking up, Zhang Mao immediately got up and walked to Li Mu's side, asking, "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

"Some... hurts." Li Mu tried to move his left leg, but found that he couldn't move it at all, and almost sat up in panic.

Zhang Mao quickly pressed him down and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Legs..." Li Mu's face was extremely ugly, he couldn't feel his legs.

Only then did Zhang Mao heave a sigh of relief. He patted Li Mu's shoulder, thought for a while, put on a sad look, and said, "Brother, although your leg is disabled, you are still General Li Mu. , the general of the First Legion, the First Legion will support you for the rest of your life. Even if the First Legion sells everything, it will support you..."

Li Mu: "..."

He endured it, he couldn't bear it any longer, and slapped Zhang Mao on the back of his hand, forcefully withdrawing his words.

"Shut up..." Li Mu's forehead was bulging with veins. He looked down at his leg and found that the leg was still there. He was relieved, turned his head to look at his friend for many years, and gritted his teeth, "Feed a fart!"

He was afraid that if he didn't interrupt Zhang Mao's words, he would accidentally be led into a ditch by Zhang Mao. Zhang Mao's scripts had always been dominated by tragic and bitter dramas.

Marshal Tan Zhen gave a very pertinent evaluation before.

"This man is out of his mind."

Li Mu resisted the thought of giving Zhang Mao a hard time, and asked, "Where is Your Highness? Tan... Where is Major General Tan Feng?"

Only then did Zhang Mao get serious, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face, sighed, and said, "As soon as he appeared, we were blocked by our soldiers, and they jointly protested... Do you think these bastards are stupid? If they really fight, just relying on a few of them, they won't be enough to see through the gaps between their teeth."

"So? There's a fight?" Li Mu asked.

"No way, those dogs from the Second Legion just want to see us kill each other. Can I let them succeed? Of course, I will try my best to stop it. But our major general seems to have a stronger temper than the generalissimo. Be irritable, when the Generalissimo taught these bastards a lesson, at least there was a notice that our major general whipped out a high-level weapon, and that killing intent was definitely not a joke."

Zhang Mao shuddered when he recalled Tan Feng's half-smile eyes.

Li Mu lay on the bed with his head up and his eyes open. After a while, he asked, "Can you get to the point? Brother, please, don't digress. Can you tell me where they are now?"

Zhang Mao smiled and said, "We should go back to the command room."

"Should?" Li Mu turned his head and stared at Zhang Mao without blinking.

"I was in a hurry to send you here for treatment, so I didn't pay attention that much." Zhang Mao smiled, and suddenly said, "Anyway, they are all from my own family, so what are you afraid of? From my point of view, our newly appointed major general My lord, he is not a good person, his eyes, his strength, his whole body exudes an extremely aggressive and dangerous aura."

Li Mu was silent for a while, and then said after a while, "That's good, you've always been very accurate in seeing people, so I believe you."

"Don't worry, you can take good care of your wounds. Those bastards from the Second Legion will come to make trouble again. Even if we are willing to let them go, I don't think our major general has such a good temper." Zhang Mao seemed to remember What, he laughed out loud.

And the two in the center of the topic were looking at each other affectionately in the treatment cabin, until Yang Er turned his head a little annoyed, and said, "You really..."

What is it?Yang Er didn't know that from the first time he saw Tan Feng, this man had been digging holes, and he was still digging holes tirelessly until today, but every time he was stupid enough to jump into the hole.

Yang Er sighed helplessly and left. Tan Feng was lying in the treatment cabin, watching Yang Er's leaving figure until he could no longer see him. Then he slowly raised his hand, covered his neck, and turned his head slightly. The veins are already bursting.

It really hurts a bit.

The author has something to say: Analysis: When His Royal Highness helped Brother Feng with his wrist, the experimental body on Brother Feng's neck also felt something, so Brother Feng would lean against the table and cover his neck with his hands, while smiling on the surface. look.

The experimental body was taken out from the wrist, Brother Feng's neck was in severe pain, his weakness was not an act of faking, but he looked like he was going to faint... It was indeed possessed by a playwright.

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