When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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24

"What are you doing here alone?"

A sudden voice interrupted Qian Ling's thoughts, he turned his head and saw Lu Ji standing not far away.

Qianling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Doctor Lu."

Lu Ji walked over, and the white coat he was wearing was still stained with the cold smell of disinfectant.

"Want to go out?"

Qian Ling nodded.

He remembered what Lu Ji said, he hated patients lying in front of him.

"It's normal. The patients who just came here will want to escape here. This is rejection and maladaptation to the new life."

Lu Ji chuckled, "This is the essence of human beings."

"Has Dr. Lu ever thought about leaving here?"

"No."

Also.

Qian Ling was forced to enter this hospital as a patient, but as a doctor, Lu Ji enjoyed independent human rights and freedom.

Lu Ji would never want to leave.

Because it is his job to face patients in the hospital.

"Is that why you want to leave here?"

Lu Ji stared at him, and said in a calm tone: "I heard from the nurses that you get along very well with people in Area A, especially Duan Xingyi, who likes you very much."

What is that like...

"He just likes to tease me, which is very annoying."

Qian Ling lowered her long eyelashes, looking very cute and harmless.

Lu Ji smiled lightly.

Even the hateful words he said were not convincing at all.

"Trust me, you'll get used to it pretty quickly and you'll love it.

Even, unwilling to leave. "

Qianling opened her beautiful eyes.

"how can that be……"

He couldn't understand what Lu Ji said at all.

He's a perfectly sane man, whether it's for the copy's escape mission or not.

In this environment, it just feels out of place.

"You don't believe it."

Lu Ji didn't show an angry expression, he stretched out his hand towards Qian Ling, with clean medical gloves on, and a cool smile on the corner of his lips.

"But it doesn't matter. Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. I can show you a real case."

soon.

Qianling understood what Lu Ji meant by "real cases".

Lu Ji pushed open the door of the consulting room.

The frightened man let out a chaotic scream, and was pressed on the bed by several nurses, who were bringing the restraints to his hands to fix them.

Hear the door open.

The nurses stopped their movements and shouted respectfully, "Doctor Lu."

The man's struggling movements were suddenly violent, he broke free from the shackles, and rushed over.

Qian Ling took half a step back in fright.

The man fell down in front of Lu Ji.

He tightly grasped Lu Ji's trousers, crying in a hoarse and sickly voice.

"Doctor Lu, please don't drive me out, I will be obedient, take medicine obediently, please, I don't want to leave here."

His face was haggard, his voice was dry and cracked, but he still seemed to be unaware of it, and he continued to talk like weeping blood.

Like a prisoner in a desperate situation, Lu Ji in front of him is the only hope he can hold on to.

Very uncomfortable.

But Lu Ji just lowered his eyelids lightly, as if he had been used to seeing this creepy scene for a long time, and he didn't even frown.

"You have reached the standard of diagnosis and treatment for discharge."

"No! I didn't! Doctor Lu, please take a closer look, I'm really not good, I really have no way to leave here, please!!"

No matter how heartbreakingly he spoke, Lu Ji just looked at the nurse at the side.

"Has his family come?"

"coming."

"Well, give me his discharge slip."

The nurse handed the discharge form to Lu Ji. On the last column of the form, the attending doctor's opinion was blank.

Lu Ji took out the pen from the pocket of his white coat.

He leaned over and pressed the discharge form on the desk, filling in the attending doctor's opinion.

"After going out, live a good life with your family. I hope I won't see you in the hospital for the second time."

The man lowered his head and fell silent for a while.

He stood up staggeringly, his messy hair covering his eyes, his hands hanging down by his sides.

Something is wrong...

Qianling took another step back.

Almost at the same instant, the man snatched the pen from Lu Ji's hand, and attacked Qian Ling with a ferocious face.

Qian Ling couldn't resist the sudden attack of an adult male at all, and was suddenly thrown to the ground.

The change of a few seconds came too fast, Qian Ling had no time to shout, and the tip of the pen with a cold light was already on the side of his neck.

"Don't move, or it will puncture your artery."

Qianling is so easy to control, after being held down, she really doesn't resist at all if she doesn't move, and is held in her arms like a kitten.

This is also the reason why he would pick on Qian Ling.

The sharp pen tip was pressed against the fragile and slender neck, and red scratches had already appeared, as if it could pierce the epidermis with just a little more force.

The subtle pain came from the side of the neck, and Qian Ling's mind went blank. The too real sense of crisis was enough to make people forget that this was a novice dungeon.

Tears from the pain hung on the eyelashes, the eye sockets and the tip of the nose were red, smudged from the snow-white skin.

Qian Ling whispered: "I'm not moving..."

There was unstoppable trembling in his soft voice, which was enough to feel his current helplessness and fear, hesitation and helplessness.

It hurts.

Can anyone help him.

The man swallowed his saliva. This hostage was different from other patients he knew.

It smells good.

He unconsciously moved the pen tip out an inch.

This hostage was too fragile, he didn't want to hurt him, but he enjoyed every ounce of his trembling.

Why is it so attractive...

"Let him go."

Lu Ji stepped forward, one step, two steps, shortening the distance to an inch in an instant.

This action completely stepped on the fuse of the man.

"Don't come here!!"

The man's breathing was chaotic and rapid, and he stepped back with Qianling, until his back pressed against the glass door leading to the balcony, and he could not retreat completely.

"Doctor Lu, you forced me to do this."

The sharp tip of the pen brushed across the fragile side of the neck, and Qian Ling snorted.

The snow-white skin was stained red by the seeping blood.

The hot blood fell down the snow neck, like a fragrant and blooming sinful flower, staining the white and holy snow mountain top.

The faint smell of blood mixed with the fresh and sweet fragrance intertwined and overlapped.

Qian Ling raised his head, his eyelashes trembling under his frown, he bit his lower lip tightly, almost biting the corners of his bright red lips, like a lamb on the verge of death.

For the hunter, this scene is enough to make his blood boil, stop and appreciate it carefully, until the prey is dying in struggle and pain.

"Well...Lu Ji,"

His voice trembled unreasonably.

The lamb also always believed in human beings at the last moment before his death.

The lamb's eyes are beautiful.

With tears, it is wet, as clear as a crystal glass ball.

It's a pity that I can't see it anymore after being injured.

Lu Ji took a step back.

"He's bleeding, and if you move the tip of your pen an inch to the right and cut the carotid artery, he'll die."

Lu Ji can always do this.

Restrained, calm, and dissociated, it seems that he is just standing in the position of God, giving an innocuous warning to everything in the world.

At this moment, Qian Ling's heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

The person in front of him didn't plan to take care of him at all, and told the villain behind him the way, while he asked him for help foolishly.

Tears fell from his eyes.

Lu Ji froze for a moment.

"Shallow spirit..."

The ends of the young man's eyes were as touching as rouge that had faded away, and his teary eyes were like a boat in the south of the Yangtze River in misty rain. If every inch of the scenery could be included in the painting, it would be a peerless picture scroll.

"No, leave it alone..."

The soft waxy milk voice trembling while crying, Qian Ling lowered her eyelids in anger and did not look at him.

Anyway, he didn't want to save himself.

It's just who can come and save him.

Although Duan Xingyi and Bai Jing are very fierce to him, they should protect him.

woohoo.

So why did he run out alone...

[The author has something to say: Duan Xingyi & Bai Jing: What about my older wife?

ps: Lingjiang is just a little wound, a stroke with a pen is not a big deal, it's just too delicate, and the wound doesn't need to be bandaged any later.

Qianling: WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooIt obviously hurts! ! ! 】