Chapter 208: Tea with Tea
As soon as Meng Po came in and heard the words "tea in the tea", she looked at Jian Er with great shock. She looked at Jian Er with a complicated expression, and the indescribable feelings in her eyes could not be hidden at all, and they were about to overflow.
Is this really just the extraction of a part of the soul? !
It doesn't look like only a part of it was taken out, but rather like only the core was taken out.
He is completely different from the King of Hell who does whatever he wants and is useless to anyone. !
I’m afraid those rumors about the underworld in the past were false? !
If the ghosts in the underworld saw this, their jaws would drop in shock! !
The key point is that if those princesses who were thrown out of the hell by Yan Wenjing before saw this scene, they would probably cry again! !
This time, the King of Hell really tried his best! !
It has the tone of tea, and it is also a self-torture tactic.
Tsk tsk tsk…
In order to win favor, the King of Hell even lost his dignity!
Fortunately, they were not there. If they were, the rumors about the King of Hell in the past would probably have given rise to new rumors.
Jian Er seemed to have sensed her thoughts. He raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Po casually, with naked threat in his eyes.
Meng Po saw the threat in his eyes and rolled her beautiful eyes. She was too lazy to say anything!
Qin Yunie didn't know about their lawsuit. When he heard what Jian Er said, he hurried forward to check. Without caring about anything else, he directly started to pull Jian Er's clothes, wanting to see the wounds on his body.
As a result, we found that his wound was a little red and swollen, and pus could be vaguely seen, which was obviously caused by inflammation.
Seeing this, Qin Yunie's expression changed, and he pulled him to go to the hospital, "Let's go to the hospital to deal with it. Don't stay in the hospital. Your injury must be treated well, otherwise it will be difficult to heal."
Meng Po thought of his threat just now, sneered and conjured a knife, saying grimly: "Why bother with that? I'll just cut her off with the knife."
Qin Yunie was stunned. "Ah? Just cut it out? No need for anesthesia? And we need to bandage the wound, right? Otherwise, what if it gets inflamed again?"
Meng Po chuckled and shook the knife, "Don't worry, this is a special weapon. Using it to cut flesh will not only not hurt, but it can also suppress inflammation."
Qin Yunie agreed without any doubt after hearing this.
Since Meng Po said that the knife has this effect, then it must have this effect. She and Jian Er have no grudges against each other, so there is no need for her to lie.
Although she preferred to let Sister Meng do it, she still looked at Jian Er and asked, "Can I let Sister Meng help you cut out the inflamed flesh?"
Seeing Qin Yunie agree, Jian Er did not panic at all. When he heard her question, he just stared into her eyes, nodded, and replied softly, "Okay."
Meng Po didn’t see Jian Er’s expression change, and she let out a light “tsk…”
Qin Yunie then turned to look at Meng Po and said seriously, "Sister Meng, thank you for your help."
As she said this, she moved aside to make it easier for Meng Po to take action.
Meng Po waved the knife and cut off the meat quickly.
Qin Yunie just took a glance and then looked towards Jian Er involuntarily, only to find that his expression didn't even change. Qin Yunie thought that the knife really had the effect of anesthetic and it didn't hurt to cut the flesh.
Jian Er had many wounds on his body, the largest of which was even more than ten centimeters long. Seeing that all the wounds had turned bright red and blood was flowing down, Qin Yunie kept wiping them, but even so, blood was still flowing out.
After Meng Po finished, she asked, "Xiao Yunie, what medicine did you give him before?"
Qin Yunie handed over the medicine given by Tang Yun and the others, "Use this."
"Tsk, such a good medicine, what a waste." Meng Po realized the preciousness of the medicine at a glance, and then handed it back, "Keep using it, this medicine is very good."
When Qin Yunie heard this, a hint of doubt flashed across his heart. If this medicine is so good, why did the wound become inflamed?
But she didn't ask. She looked at Jian Er's pale face and began to apply medicine to him gently.
I just hope that this time the inflammation won’t occur again, otherwise the medicine won’t be enough.
Seeing Yan Wenjing's expression, Meng Po was speechless for a while. This act was getting more and more convenient, so she said directly: "Okay, I'll leave first."
"Ah, I have this..." Qin Yunie looked at the half-applied medicine, as if she knew what she wanted to say. Meng Po said directly: "There is no need for us to be so formal with each other. No need to send me off or thank me."
After Meng Po finished speaking, she left. It was too late for Qin Yunie to say anything.
After Meng Po left, Qin Yunie continued to apply medicine to him, and then he heard Jian Er's voice above his head, "Is it okay?"
Qin Yunie said without even raising her head: "Hmm? Are you talking about Sister Meng? Since Sister Meng said so, it shouldn't matter. I'll treat her to a meal later."
After applying the medicine, Qin Yunie looked up and found that Jian Er's face had turned even paler. He looked at her carefully and said, "Did I hurt you just now?"
He shook his head, "No, you moved very gently, and it doesn't hurt me that much."
At this time, Qin Yunie discovered that there was a wrinkled area next to his hand, and he immediately had a guess, "You felt it when the flesh was cut just now, right? It's not really painless, right?"
Qin Yunie frowned and asked: "Then why don't you say it?"
Jian Er smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt that much, don't worry."
Qin Yunie pursed her lips, as if even if she said it hurt, she had no way to relieve the pain.
The next second, Qin Yunie's eyes lit up, and he went out to his room, then brought something over and said, "Put out your hand."
Jian Er reached out his hand in cooperation.
A pink candy was placed in the palm of the hand.
Jian Er blinked in confusion: "This is..."
Qin Yunie explained: "When I was sick as a child, my grandmother would give me candy, saying that eating candy would relieve the pain. Although I still felt uncomfortable after eating it, it was better than not eating it. Maybe it was because my mouth felt sweet?"
Hearing this, a smile spread across his face, he put away his palms, nodded seriously and said, "Okay."
Qin Yunie frowned and warned: "You must not let this wound get wet, understand! Otherwise, if it gets inflamed again, it will definitely leave a scar! If you don't take good care of it now, it is very likely to leave a scar."
Jian Er did not answer but asked: "Do you dislike having scars?"
Although Qin Yunie was puzzled, he still shook his head and said, "No, it's not like anyone really wants to have a scar, but scars don't look that good anyway."
Hearing this, Jian Er was silent for a while, as if thinking about something.
After a while, he said, "Don't worry, it won't leave a scar."
His words made Qin Yunie feel a little strange. What did it have to do with whether he left a scar or not and whether she was relieved or not?
And the wound hasn’t healed yet, how does he know it won’t leave a scar?
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