Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 390 A Collection of Hundred Poisons [08] Piggybacking Healed Your Right Hand
Song Yiyuan was very hurt.

But what he didn't expect was that the more hurt was yet to come.

Not long after Mo Qing and Jiang Ke stayed, Ji Yunxi and Gu Wanwan arrived, carrying a bunch of food in their hands, including barbecue, roast duck, lamb chops and a series of food.

It's all Song Yiyuan can't eat.

Song Yiyuan lay weakly on the bed, with a pale complexion enduring the pain and torment, while smelling the enticing fragrance, it was almost unbearable.

"Have you considered my feelings?" Song Yiyuan accused them in disbelief, clutching his chest.

Mo Qing: "No."

The others were busy eating and ignored him at all.

Song Yiyuan was so pitiful.

He turned his head and looked at Hoss who was sitting beside him peeling apples: "You just watch them irritate me like this?"

"..."

Howth lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

Then, lean down and peel off the last bit of apple peel.

Song Yiyuan thought to himself, he wouldn't eat it.

As a result, Howth took a bite of the apple himself.

Song Yiyuan's eyes widened: "Didn't you cut it for me?"

Huos was taken aback when he heard the sound: "Do you want to eat?"

Song Yiyuan: "..."

Is there no one who can come and save him?

After a while, Hoss reminded him: "Mo Qing is angry with you."

"Are you mad that I didn't die?"

Song Yiyuan replied angrily.

His voice was weak, but he could still hear a little aggrieved.

Hoss said without changing his face: "I'm so angry that you are from Department 101, but you acted with the medical department without saying a word, and almost killed you."

Song Yiyuan was startled.

"You take it."

After Hoss finished speaking, he took another bite of the apple.

Song Yiyuan turned his head again, looked at Mo Qing who was sitting around with other people, and pursed his lower lip very lightly.

After a long time, he whispered: "During this time, Mo Qing got along well with them."

"Well, I also met new friends."

New friend, naturally refers to Ji Yunxi.

Hoss thought for a while, and then said, "Not only did he pass the qualification exam, but he also won the No.1 start race."

"...You look like an old father showing off his daughter right now." Song Yiyuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Hoth gave him a cool look.

"She even saved your life," Hoss continued.

"..."

Song Yiyuan was completely speechless.

Facing the savior, what can he do?

Suffer silently.

"Speaking of which, I always forgot to ask..." Song Yiyuan raised his bandaged right hand, "Why did you also have the operation?"

His five fingers were tied into rice dumplings.

The anesthesia didn't go through before, but now the pain has recovered, and the pain is throbbing all the time.

Last time he was injured, he couldn't hold a scalpel anymore.

But this time—

He suspected that he had lost the ability to hold a pen.

Otherwise, how could it be so painful!
"Didn't you get hurt?" Hoss was a little puzzled.

"Why don't I remember?" Song Yiyuan immediately imagined a big scene, "Who wants to take advantage of my illness to abolish my hand?"

"...Only people from the rescue team and the first medical team touched you, but who would touch the hand of a former surgeon who can only hold chalk? Besides, you were dying at the time, and it would be more cost-effective to stab you directly." Hoss makes a reasonable analysis.

Song Yiyuan endured the throbbing pain, and diverted his attention by talking casually: "What if it is my competitor in the education field?"

"People need to be aware of their abilities."

Huos felt that Song Yiyuan was becoming more and more unconscious.

Song Yiyuan was going to die of anger: "I am disfigured, you still say that about me?"

Huos glanced at Song Yiyuan's half-disfigured face.

Then, a pertinent evaluation: "It's really ugly."

"..."

Song Yiyuan was so angry that he just wanted to turn over.

He didn't want to see Hoth at all.

He walked around the gate of hell, and when he woke up, his whole body was disfigured, and he had no memory of the injury on his right hand...

But these people, not only did not show the slightest concern for him, but also beat him again and again!
Oh.

They still ate so many delicacies in front of him!
These people are simply devils!
"When are you going to leave the hospital?"

Mo Qing came over with two skewers.

Song Yiyuan stared eagerly at the skewers in her hand.

"Want to eat?"

Noticing the look in his eyes, Mo Qing shook the skewers in his hand.

The fragrance occupied Song Yiyuan's sense of smell.

Song Yiyuan nodded wildly with his eyes.

However, Mo Qing, the devil's leader, opened his mouth to bite after passing the skewers in front of him.

Song Yiyuan: "..."

"He's just a patient." Hoss said aside.

Song Yiyuan was flattered, thinking that he is indeed a good friend, and he will still help him at critical moments.

Unexpectedly, Hoss added coolly: "It's not disabled. Stay away, lest he go crazy and attack you."

Song Yiyuan:?Your uncle!Who is crazy? !
"Just his claw?"

Mo Qing glanced at his tightly wrapped right hand.

Song Yiyuan realized something, and hurriedly asked: "My right hand, did you handle it?"

"Ah."

Mo Qing nodded.

"Then do you know what it was injured? I can't remember." Song Yiyuan looked puzzled.

He remembered that there were many injuries on his body.

However, the injury to his right hand... really has no memory at all.

Seeing Song Yiyuan's confused face, Mo Qing didn't answer in time.

It wasn't until she finished eating two skewers that she said slowly, "Your right hand is not injured."

Song Yiyuan: "Huh?"

Hoss:?
Both of them looked up at her in unison.

"so?"

Song Yiyuan raised his right hand that was wrapped into a rice dumpling.

"Didn't you have a damaged nerve in your right hand? I took care of it for you." Mo Qing said, "After the injury is healed this time, you can hold the scalpel again."

"..."

(End of this chapter)