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Chapter 696 The smell of blood in the air 2

I just feel shocked...

Rice has been a doctor for so many years, and he has seen more serious injuries than this one. Even if the patient's hands and feet were blown off, he can still treat the patient calmly, but facing the bloody feet and ankles of the eldest son, But he was suddenly a little bit reluctant.

I just feel a little...cruel.

Yes, cruel, the bullet was deeply embedded in the ankle bone, and it was taken out again. Such a serious gunshot wound directly crippled his hand and foot skills. It would take at least three months for the wound to fully recover, but this is only a month, not even By a month, it was impossible to walk normally.

However, the eldest son walked around the banquet hall all night. He is a doctor, so he knows the pain very well, let alone such a horrible degree of bleeding to prove it. It is definitely not something that the powerful painkillers he prescribed can bear. living!

Almost every step is like walking on a sharp knife, and it is the sharpest sharp knife, and a steel nail is hammered down on the instep...

An ordinary person would probably have fainted from the pain several times, but the eldest son endured it. It can only be said that he was completely supported by his most terrifying willpower, forcing him to step forward and move forward.

……

Rice raised his head slightly, with a serious face, "My lord, you must stop walking casually, otherwise, I'm afraid there will be sequelae."

Lame, or, permanently disabled...

Shi Muyang, who was sitting next to him, was startled suddenly, and subconsciously grabbed Shi Ming's arm, his throat tightened, and his warm brows were filled with seriousness, "Brother, did you hear that!"

However, the person concerned didn't seem to hear it at all. The whole person was caged in the groggy darkness, looking out of the car window with his face sideways. He couldn't see the front face at all, but he could feel the constant radiance from his stiff and stagnant body. It's like the cold air in a thousand-year-old cellar, the coolness, the coldness, and the erosion of people's hearts...

After a long while, "hiss", there was a strange sound.

With a wave of his hand, he directly tore off the mask on his face, finally revealing his original appearance. Even in the shadows, his perfect facial features are shocking at first glance, but they reveal an extremely sickly paleness. Because of this, even the lips are glowing white, looking like a drug addict who has been taking drugs for a long time. Under such circumstances, the whole person actually reveals a decadent and deadly strangeness.

……

There was no expression on Shi Ming's face. He just opened his eyes and sat motionless in the darkness. His appearance even had the feeling of being hollowed out and turned into a walking dead. Even blinking became a luxury.

Rice continued to apply medicine and bandage, and the disinfectant was poured on the open wound, but Shi Ming seemed to really feel nothing, and could no longer feel any pain.

Does it hurt?

No pain.It really doesn't hurt.

Because compared to his heartache of being torn to pieces piece by piece, this little pain is nothing, it's not worth mentioning at all, it's not worth mentioning...

In the small compartment, the thick and cool atmosphere permeated even more.

Shi Ming slowly reached out, and took out the neatly folded white paper and the photo from 13 years ago from the pocket of his jacket that was tightly pressed against his chest.

The same name is written, Shi Ming, the handwriting on the white paper is mature and beautiful, and the handwriting on the photo is immature and neat, such a sharp contrast, but it has to be recognized at a glance, it is the same person who wrote the words, the same personal……

(End of this chapter)