Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

If the operation is not good, maybe Yueli will become a fool from now on.

Although he doesn't like Kazama Yueli.

But if he really treated him into a fool, it would be too much of a blow to his reputation as a genius doctor.

Besides, his rabbit might bite him if he is in a hurry...

He has no experience in how to treat the confusion caused by the golden needle sealing the brain. [

Wei Yi pondered, and wanted to give Kazama Tsukuri a pill first.

Kazama Yueli gritted her teeth and clenched her teeth tightly, but refused to open her mouth.

Gong Yanmo gave him a cool look, he has never had a heart of compassion.

What's more, although Feng Jianyue Li is handsome and handsome, he is neither incense nor jade, so he naturally doesn't have to pity him.

So Gong Yanmo simply pinched his chin and took his chin away.

After throwing the medicine in, he fixed his chin...

His movements are as fast as lightning, and the unloading and loading are very quick.

Although Kazama Yueli was sweating from the pain, he managed to feed the medicine.

After a while, the medicine fed took effect, and Kazama Tsukuri gradually fell into a coma...

Gong Yanmo's hands were like embroidered flowers, and he touched twelve big acupuncture points on his body.

His hot shots and accurate identification of acupoints are amazing.

Kazama Yueli was also considered a tough guy, and at the moment she was trembling with pain in her semi-drowsy state.

"Kazama Tsukuri, Kazama Daxia, did you hear me?"

Gong Yanmo leaned down and pressed the two silver needles on the back of his head with both hands.

Close to his face, staring at Kazama Tsukuri's half-closed eyes.

Gong Yanmo's eyes wandered and changed, like a pool of deep water, shimmering with treacherous light waves.

Kazama Yueli seemed to be attracted by his eyes in a half-drowsy state, and responded vaguely.

The drug made him fall into a coma, his eyes were opened a thread, and his mind seemed to be free.

"Who are you?"[

Gong Yanmo's voice was soft, like a big bad wolf tempting Little Red Riding Hood.

"I... I am... I am..."

Kazama Yueli frowned slightly, with a hint of pain on his expression.

Gong Yanmo gently held a silver needle on the back of her head with two fingers, and raised a point very lightly and slowly...