sir he is sweet

Regarding Fuyi's medical skills, Murong Sheng is not worried, the only thing he is worried about is Fuyi's prank thoughts in his bones.

"Girl."

He covered Qi Zhao's eyes, and stared at him warningly, "Be careful, sir, I'm afraid of pain."

Qi Zhao was sober at the moment, pulled Murong Sheng's hand, said with a wry smile, "Since when am I afraid of pain?"

Murong Sheng snorted softly, "Then I'm dizzy from the needle, and it's hard to watch."

The man coughed lightly, and patted the back of his hand with his pale palm, "Your Highness, let me go! I can rely on myself."

Murong Sheng didn't move.

"I'm just kidding, sir," he scratched his head annoyedly, and lifted up the hem of his clothes for this man, and helped him roll up his trousers, revealing his pale protruding knee bones, "I'll support you, don't move around."

Qi Zhao closed his eyes again, allowing everyone to fiddle with his body.

It was a long ordeal.

Qi Zhao's legs were slender and straight, his skin was very fair, and he looked a little sick for no reason. His knees were swollen badly, and his flesh was tumbling dark purple. A slight touch inside would make his knees tremble slightly.

Lu Xinghe came over to help, raised his head and motioned to Murong Sheng, "Hold him down, don't let him hurt you."

When Murong Sheng said he was afraid just now, he was speaking nonsense, but now, when he saw Fuyi's face was serious as he dropped the needle, he was really afraid.

With a "woo", he turned his head and hugged Qi Zhao with all his strength, and buried his head in the opponent's neck, looking like an ostrich fleeing.

It made Qi Zhao dumbfounded.

"Your Highness avoids it, they are all here, so that it won't...uh..."

Severe pain exploded in his knees, the man's thin body suddenly straightened up, then fell heavily, and the veins on the back of his hands burst out.

"Well……"

It hurts so much.

Sparks exploded in front of his eyes, and his vision went dark almost instantly, Qi Zhao was so painful that he almost had a heart attack.

Murong Sheng's palm kept sticking to the back of his heart, slowly channeling his internal energy to protect his heart veins, seeing the man's pale complexion, he was so distressed that he almost shed tears.

"How long?"

Murong Sheng gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at Fu Yi.

The little girl's expression was serious, and she didn't even lift her eyelids when she heard the words, and said lightly, "A quarter of an hour."

Murong Sheng gasped.

He finally knew why Lu Xinghe said that this person couldn't stand it anymore.

Qi Zhao's frail heart couldn't bear such severe pain at all. During the interval between acupuncture, he tilted his neck and vomited violently.

Lu Xing closed his eyes and quickly supported his head and neck with his hands, asking Murong Sheng to help him turn his body so as not to choke on the dirt.

"Sir... sir!"

One stitch after another, never broken, Qi Zhao was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to struggle, and gradually lost consciousness and passed out.

"Okay, okay," Fuyi heaved a sigh of relief, looking at the blood in the small basin, his expression became serious again, "Mister's health is too poor, if this continues, he won't live long."

She has mentioned the phrase "live soon" more than once.

Murong Sheng leaned over and carefully cleaned the dirt from the man's mouth so that he would not be choked.

All of a sudden, he paused, as if he had discovered something, he pulled off the quilt abruptly, his brows were frigid.

"Are you ready? I'll take my husband to the soup pool for a dip."

Fuyi was taken aback for a while, blinked, and nodded, "It's ok."

She didn't know why, Lu Xinghe frowned, but he seemed to know something, pulled her, and urged her to go out and change her clothes.

"It's just such a toss, it's unavoidable to be stained with blood, let's go wash it!"