When Meng Po entered, she heard these words about "tea and tea," and her gaze towards Jian Er was one of utter shock. Her expression towards Jian Er was complex, and the unspoken emotions in her eyes were so intense that they were almost overflowing.
Was this really just a partial extraction of the soul?!
It doesn't look like a portion was removed; it looks more like the core was removed.
Is this a completely different person from the usual arrogant and domineering King Yama?!
Those old rumors about the underworld must be false, right?
If the ghosts in the underworld saw this, their jaws would drop in utter astonishment!
The key point is that if those princesses who were previously thrown out of the underworld by Yan Wenjing saw this scene, they would probably cry again!
This time, the King of Hell is really going all out!
It was that same teasy tone again, and that self-inflicted suffering ruse.
Tsk tsk tsk...
The King of Hell has no shame in his quest for favor!
Fortunately, they weren't there. If they were, all those old rumors about the King of Hell would probably have been circulated again.
As if sensing her thoughts, Jian Er casually glanced at Meng Po, her eyes filled with blatant threat.
Seeing the threat in his eyes, Meng Po rolled her beautiful eyes; she was too lazy to say anything!
Qin Yunie was unaware of their complicated relationship. Upon hearing Jian Er's words, he rushed forward to check on him, forgetting everything else, and immediately began to pull at Jian Er's clothes to see his wounds.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that his wound was somewhat red and swollen, and pus could be vaguely seen, clearly indicating inflammation.
Upon seeing this, Qin Yunie's expression changed, and she pulled him towards the hospital, saying, "Let's go to the hospital to get it treated. We can't stay here. Your injury needs to be treated properly, otherwise it will be difficult to heal."
Remembering his earlier threat, Meng Po sneered and conjured a knife, saying in a sinister tone, "Why go through all that trouble? I'll just gouge her out with this knife."
Qin Yunie was stunned for a moment, "Huh? Just gouge it out? No need for anesthesia? Besides, the wound needs to be bandaged, right? What if it gets infected again?"
Meng Po chuckled and brandished the small knife. "Don't worry, this is a specially made weapon. Using it to cut flesh will not only not hurt, but it can also suppress inflammation."
Qin Yunie agreed without any doubt upon hearing this.
Since Meng Po said that the knife has this effect, then it must have this effect. She has no grudge against Jian Er, so there is no need for her to lie.
Although she preferred to have Sister Meng do it, she still looked at Jian Er and asked, "Can Sister Meng help you remove the inflamed flesh?"
Seeing Qin Yunie agree, Jian Er showed no sign of panic. When she heard Qin Yunie's question, she simply stared into Qin Yunie's eyes, nodded, and softly replied, "Okay."
Meng Po, not seeing Jian Er's expression change, clicked her tongue softly.
Qin Yune then turned to look at Meng Po and said earnestly, "Sister Meng, thank you for your trouble."
As she spoke, she moved aside to make it easier for Meng Po to make her move.
Meng Po brandished her knife, swiftly slicing away the flesh.
Qin Yunie glanced at him once, then couldn't stand it and looked at Jian Er. But when she saw that he didn't even change his expression, Qin Yunie assumed that the knife really had the effect of anesthesia, and that cutting flesh wouldn't hurt.
Jian Er had many wounds, the largest of which was more than ten centimeters long. The wounds were all bright red and blood was flowing down. Qin Yune kept wiping them, but even so, blood still oozed out.
After Meng Po finished, she asked, "Xiao Yu Nie, what medicine did you give him before?"
Qin Yune handed over the medicine that Tang Yun and the others had given him, saying, "Use this."
"Tsk, such good medicine, what a pity." Meng Po recognized the preciousness of the medicine at a glance, then handed it back, "Continue to use it, this medicine is quite good."
Upon hearing this, Qin Yunie felt a sense of doubt. If the medicine was so good, then why was the wound still infected?
However, she didn't ask. Looking at Jian Er's pale face, she gently began to apply medicine to him.
I just hope it won't get inflamed again this time, otherwise we won't have enough medicine.
Seeing Yan Wenjing's expression, Meng Po was speechless. He was getting better and better at pretending. She simply said, "Alright, I'll be going now."
"Ah, I..." Qin Yune looked at the medicine she had only applied halfway through, and as if knowing what she wanted to say, Meng Po said directly, "We don't need to be so formal with each other, no need to give me anything or thank me."
After Meng Po finished speaking, she had already left, and Qin Yune had no time to say anything.
After Meng Po left, Qin Yu Nie continued applying the medicine to him, when he heard Jian Er's voice from above, "Are you alright?"
Qin Yunie said without looking up, "Hmm? You mean Sister Meng? Since Sister Meng said so, it should be fine. I'll treat her to dinner later."
After applying the medicine, Qin Yune looked up and noticed that Jian Er's face was even paler. He examined her closely and asked, "Did I hurt you just now?"
He shook his head. "No, you were very gentle, and it didn't hurt me much."
It was at this moment that Qin Yune noticed a wrinkled patch on his hand and immediately had a guess, "You felt it when they were cutting the flesh just now, right? It wasn't that it didn't hurt, right?"
Qin Yunie frowned and asked, "Then why didn't you say so?"
Jian Er smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt much, don't worry."
Qin Yunie pursed her lips, as if even if she said it hurt, she had no way to stop the pain.
The next second, a glint appeared in Qin Yunie's eyes. He went out to his room, then came back with something and said, "Hold out your hand."
Jian Er reached out her hand in agreement.
A pink candy is placed in the palm of your hand.
Jian Er blinked in confusion: "This is..."
Qin Yune explained, "When I was little and sick, my grandma would give me candy, saying that eating candy would make the pain go away. Although I still felt uncomfortable after eating it, it was better than not eating it, probably because it tasted sweet in my mouth?"
Upon hearing this, a smile bloomed on his face. He closed his palm and nodded earnestly, "Okay."
Qin Yune frowned and instructed, "You must not get this wound wet, understand? Otherwise, if it gets infected 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."
Instead of answering, Jian Er asked, "Would you mind having a scar?"
Although Qin Yunie was puzzled, she shook her head and said, "No, it's not like anyone really wants to have a scar, but scars are never pretty."
Upon hearing this, Jian Er fell silent for a moment, as if she was 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 the wound hasn't even healed yet, how does he know it won't leave a scar?
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