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

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27

In front of Lu Ji's apology, although Qian Ling still pursed her lips, her heart was already shaken.

In fact, he was right.

In that kind of hostage situation, keeping calm is the best way to deal with it.

But even if Qian Ling knew, without Lu Ji's cooperation, the whole process from Duan Xingyi rushing out from the balcony to throwing the man down would not have gone so smoothly.

Even so, he still felt wronged.

He almost thought that he was abandoned by everyone, especially Lu Ji, who remained absolutely calm from the beginning to the end, watching his embarrassment with cold eyes.

"Does the wound still hurt? Let me see."

Qianling raised her eyelids and looked at him quietly.

As a doctor, Lu Ji is impeccable, even the gold-rimmed glasses are restrained and cold.

But he can speak to him in such a gentle tone.

Qian Ling couldn't tell the difference.

What kind of character is the real Lu Ji.

He bent down, and his cold fingertips touched Qian Ling's jaw, the coolness penetrated into his blood even more than before.

"Good, it will hurt a little."

The wet cotton gauze was stained with disinfectant alcohol and wiped around the wound. He had tried his best to minimize the pressure, but Qianling twisted his slender eyebrows and bit his lower lip tightly.

Teeth pressed against the ruddy lips, biting out a piece of paleness.

He is afraid of pain.

Perhaps the natural pain nerves are more sensitive than ordinary people.

This has exceeded the range of pain he can bear.

When the cotton gauze touched the wound, Qian Ling trembled all over. He pulled the white coat on Lu Ji's body, and let out a low sob from the corner of his tightly biting lips.

Lu Ji stopped wiping.

The young man in front of him had obviously endured it for a long time, exhaled a sultry breath, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were completely red, there was a puddle of river water in his eye sockets, and his lower lip was bitten terribly.

It's all gone to this extent.

He didn't even want to cry out for mercy.

Lu Ji's eyes darkened.

This beautiful and slender boy in front of him complained of discomfort even during daily checkups, but he was a bit stubborn when he was angry.

"My mouth is about to bite."

He threw the red gauze into the trash can.

Lu Ji picked up the unused clean cotton yarn again, folded it into a neat small square handkerchief, and handed it to Qian Ling's mouth.

"Bite this."

Qian Ling peeked at him with trembling eyelashes.

After confirming that Lu Ji didn't have any other intentions, he obediently opened his mouth and bit the cotton gauze veil.

"Next, I will disinfect the wound, it will hurt even more, if you can't stand it, just call it out, it's not shameful."

Not long after Lu Ji's words fell, alcohol cotton gauze with a lingering smell was attached to the side of his neck.

The strong and domineering stimulation burned the thin skin.

It hurts!

Qian Ling clenched the dry cotton gauze in his mouth in pain, his face wrinkled into a ball, he couldn't hold it anymore, tears fell down his cheeks like broken pearls as he sobbed in pain.

"Lu, Lu Ji, I hurt..."

Incomplete disinfection can easily cause wound infection.

So this step has to be done carefully.

Lu Ji lowered his body and approached, the cool air blew over the wound, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Hoo, baby, the pain will be gone soon."

"fraud……"

It still hurts.

Both Lu Ji and Duan Xingyi are liars!

After Lu Ji cleaned the wound, he took off the cotton gauze veil from Qian Ling's mouth.

The handkerchief was wet with teeth marks, and was soaked by saliva.

And Qianling was already sweating, with the sick clothes attached to his body, and even the protruding spine was clearly visible. The whole figure seemed to be fished out of the water, with soft hair against his cheeks, and every breath he exhaled , all with a warm aroma.

His eyelashes were also wet, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.

Let Lu Ji cut off the dry sterile gauze with surgical scissors, gently cover the wound, and stick it tightly with tape.

Wound treatment is over.

"Have a glass of water."

Qian Ling pursed her dry lips, and took the warm water from Lu Ji with both hands.

He took a small sip.

Lu Ji turned his back to him and began to clean up the medical waste generated by the wound.

Qianling blushed.

Lu Ji's white coat, which was originally flat and ironed, was covered with various criss-cross folds after he rubbed it just now.

"What happened to that man just now?"

"You still have the heart to care about him."

The movements of Lu Ji's hands did not pause at all, and his tone was casual.

"There is a high probability that he will go to the next mental hospital as he wishes, and continue to dream of his isolation from the world, never wanting to wake up."

"I don't know……"

The hysterical roar was still lingering in Qian Ling's mind.

He obviously can have freedom, but he is willing to be trapped in this invisible prison and keep his own way.

"It's not difficult to understand, there is nothing more powerful than the force of habit."

For him, the free air outside is enough to strangle his throat, and all concerns will turn into weapons to kill him.

He has lost the ability to live independently outside.

"This is the system's alienation of people."

Qianling shuddered.

What Lu Ji said earlier lingered in my ears——

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

Even, unwilling to leave. "

Qian Ling recalled the synopsis in the main plot again.

'The patient emphasized that he was mentally normal, but he was still reluctant to leave the hospital. '

And the reasons for not wanting to leave are all due to "habits" and the so-called "alienation of people by the system"?

Qianling frowned.

These nouns are too complicated and esoteric for him, and he can't even understand what they mean.

He felt weird.

Is it really that simple?

The answer will come from the mouth of the NPC in the dungeon?

do not know.

But according to what the man who attacked him said, he clearly regarded himself as a patient all the time, and he didn't think he was mentally normal like the main line of the dungeon.

Did he remember it wrong?

system.

Can you play the main thread again?

【OK. 】

After listening to the short main story transcript, Qian Ling realized that she hadn't made a mistake.

There can be no errors in the mainline.

Then there is a problem with the direction of his thinking. As for what it is, Qianling can't think of it for the time being.

"I still have some things to deal with. There are hospital beds here. You can rest here for a while."

Qian Ling nodded.

He watched Lu Ji leave, took off his leather shoes and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, his eyelids drooped, and he was already very sleepy at the moment.

At this time.

The door was gently pushed open, revealing a familiar figure.

"Are you OK?"

It was the nurse who was rescued from Duan Xingyi earlier, he grinned and held a clean hospital gown in his hand.

"I heard that you were injured, so I came here to see you."

Qian Ling shook his head.

"I'm fine now, Doctor Lu has treated my wound."

"That's good. Your hospital gown is dirty. I'll wash it for you. If you don't mind, you can change into this one I brought."

He handed out the clean hospital gown.

"Give."

"Thank you."

Qian Ling took the hospital gown from him, "By the way, I don't know your name yet?"

The boy's Qingjun young face was flushed with embarrassment, and his neck and ears were slightly hot.

He scratched the back of his head and whispered, "Xi Zhan."

"I wrote it down."

Maybe he didn't receive the message of crisis from the person in front of him.

Qian Ling turned his back to the young nurse, oh, it was Xi Zhan, he unbuttoned the dirty hospital gown one by one, exposing his smooth and fair back without too much scruples.

His waist was extremely narrow, he had beautiful shoulder blades, and his back showed a subtle curvature, giving him a youthful look.

Because his back was facing, Qian Ling didn't notice the change of expression of the person behind him.

His eyes are dark and complicated.

It's because he never thought that he would appear on that young and handsome face with completely different eyes.

"Give."

After Qian Ling changed his clothes, he handed him the blood-stained hospital gown, "Then please."

Xi Zhan smiled shyly.

"It's okay, you can take a good rest."

Perhaps because of blood loss and fright, Qian Ling was already very sleepy.

He lay on the bed, rolled himself up with the quilt, his breathing gradually became even and long, and soon fell into a light sleep.

And in the corridor separated by a wall.

The young and shy Xi Zhan held the hospital gown that Qian Ling had replaced in his hand.

He lowered his head and took a deep breath.

The boy's body temperature and fragrance remained in the hospital gown, which he inhaled into his lungs and smacked repeatedly, as if this could engrave this breath in his body and keep it forever.

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