Yang Dan felt distressed, but she also knew that Ye Kui's decision was right. If she didn't change her mind, her son would be truly ruined.
So she also said with a stern face: "Son, your grandfather is doing this for your own good. If you obey, it will be good for you to go to the military camp for two years."
Seeing that even his mother didn't stand on his side, Ye Haozhou was so angry that he wanted to run away from home again.
But thinking of what his grandfather had just said, Ye Haozhou immediately became intimidated. He just lowered his head and stopped talking as if accepting his fate.
In the room.
Morais first tied Ye Guoqing's hands tightly with medical cable ties to prevent the poison from spreading. This was not safe enough, so Morais inserted silver needles into several major acupoints on his arms.
After finishing all this, Mo Laishi looked at Ye Guoqing and said, "Mr. Ye, it will be a little painful later. Because we need to fully activate the activity of the nerves in your hands, we can't use anesthetics. Can you bear it?"
"Doctor Mo, don't worry. I can bear it." Ye Guoqing's eyes were firm, and he looked ready to die.
"Okay, let's get started."
After he finished speaking, Mo Laishi inserted the silver needle into the small jar. The silver needle instantly turned black, which showed how strong the toxicity was.
Mo Laishi slowly inserted the black needle dipped in crimson into one of Ye Guoqing's fingers.
Ye Guoqing only felt a little itchy at first. He was overjoyed because he finally felt something, which meant that the nerves in his fingers had responded.
But slowly, the itch turned into pain, the pain turned into ache, and the pain turned into severe pain.
His fingers felt as if they were being gnawed by thousands of mice, or roasted on a stove with a fierce fire. Ye Guoqing's forehead immediately broke out in a layer of fine sweat, and his face turned red.
The fingers are connected to the heart, so you can imagine the severe pain.
Ye Guoqing bit the quilt tightly to prevent himself from screaming.
Shit, you call this a little bit painful?
Dr. Mo, did your Chinese teacher pass away peacefully in his early years?
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