"kindness......"

Hu Menghui groaned in pain, and a slight cold sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

After all, Yang Ruoyan had never done such a thing. As soon as he made a move, his hand shook and the knife cut it to the side, causing him to groan in pain again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Yang Ruoyan said in embarrassment, not daring to act anymore, and his palms holding the knife were sweating.

Hu Menghui was twitching in pain. I am afraid that Guan Yu would only suffer the pain of cutting his flesh.

He almost fainted in pain. Because Yang Ruoyan was not moving, he held back a little and took off the towel and growled impatiently:

"Bastard, can you hurry up? Do you want to hurt me if you cut it with such a knife?"

"oh oh."

Yang Ruoyan was stunned and immediately started to tinker with concentration.

Hu Menghui was really a tough guy. He was afraid that he would scare Yang Ruoyan again, so he endured the pain of his skin. Even if he moaned, he would suppress his voice to the lowest level.

Ma Yongjun, who was watching from the side, couldn't bear to look directly, and slightly turned his head away, closed his eyes and lay on the sofa, and a tear came silently from the corners of his eyes.

Turning over the flesh and blood, Yang Ruoyan poked it slightly with a knife, and the snow-white and blood-stained bones were vaguely visible, but with the eyesight under the light, he really couldn't find where the bullet was.

Yang Ruoyan held tweezers in his left hand and flipped the knife in his right hand to search carefully. Because Hu Menghui endured the pain and said nothing, Yang Ruoyan became much more courageous.

Finally, after a while of rushing, I saw the bullet mixed with flesh and blood.

Yang Ruoyan quickly stuffed the tweezers in, clamped it, and slowly took it out, using alcohol cotton to clean the remaining gunpowder nearby.

"ah!"

When the cut wound was blew up with a knife, Hu Menghui could no longer bear it. With the alcohol in it, it hurt even more. He screamed in pain and the towel fell from his mouth.

Ma Yongjun, who was shocked by the side, was frightened, but he never dared to open his eyes to look, afraid that he would not be able to stand it even more when he saw it, so he burst into tears.

Hu Menghui endured the severe pain, clenched his fist tightly with one hand, approached Yang Ruoyan's hand, grabbed Yang Ruoyan's standing thigh, almost using all his strength.

"hiss......"

Yang Ruoyan would not be stupid enough to think that he wanted to do anything to him. This pain would be unbearable. It was nothing compared to the pain from her legs. Therefore, she did not make trouble and let him grab his push.

, quickly clean the wound.

Both of them were sweating profusely, and Yang Ruoyan even faster. After applying some anti-inflammatory drugs, he slowly wrapped the wound with gauze.

"Huh...it's finally done."

Yang Ruoyan wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and finally got the job done. He also admired the people in front of him more and more. How many people in the world can withstand this pain?

Only then did Ma Yongjun dare to open his eyes and look.

The smell of blood remained in the air and could not dissipate. The sofa was covered with blood stains. My brother's clothes were even more terrible. Flashes of heartache hit, causing his condition to worsen.

Hu Menghui pale his face, showed a firm smile, looked at Yang Ruoyan gratefully, nodded and said:

"Thanks."

When he looked back at Ma Yongjun, he was startled by his paler than himself and hurriedly fell over and asked:

"Yongjun, are you okay?"

Only then did Yang Ruoyan realize something was wrong with Ma Yongjun. His dead man's white face turned whiter than when he met just now, and big beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.
Chapter completed!