Zhang Ya couldn't help but turn around when she heard Yang Xin's voice. When she saw the bullet hole in Yang Xin's thigh, she felt sore and nervous, "I'll go get the disinfectant for you."

"No need..." Yang Xin shook his head, "Help me put these clothes and wig gun on, tie them with sewing thread and hang them from the window of your room."

"Yes!" Zhang Ya nodded quickly, put everything Yang Xin said into a bag, and walked to her room.

Yang Xin concentrated his essence and moved it to the wound, and gradually removed the bullet. Zhang Ya quickly took care of it and came back, still holding disinfectant in her hand.

"It's a waste of time to force it out with essence. I'm afraid Yang Yue might have rushed here from school before the wound was healed." Yang Xin thought to himself, gritted his teeth, and picked up the dagger on the table.

"Teacher, help me sterilize this knife and the camera in the medicine box." Yang Xin handed the dagger over. Zhang Ya burst into tears and shook her head, "Xiao Xin, it will be very painful to remove the bullet without anesthesia..."

"Go on, it's too late. Go to the bathroom to clean the dagger. Don't let the room be filled with the smell of alcohol." Yang Xin said firmly. Zhang Ya only took the dagger and hurriedly disinfected it and brought it back.

Yang Xin bit the towel, took the dagger and looked at the wound. He made a quick cross cut on it, and blood soon gushed out. Zhang Ya felt pain in his heart when he saw it. He bit his red lips and quickly sucked the wound with the towel.

Yang Xin was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat.

Because the painful nerves from the wound were very close to his little brother, Yang Xin's bad guy was as hard as a big pine tree. The inside of it could not be covered and half of it was exposed. Zhang Ya was embarrassed and worried at the sight.

"Hey, teacher, isn't this very long?" Yang Xin distracted his attention and said with a smile.

"When has it been? Still thinking about those...doesn't it hurt?" Zhang Ya knew it was because of the pain of the wound, so it was not Yang Xin's fault, she just said with a blush.

"No...it doesn't hurt very much. You can let go of the towel and I'll use the camera to pick out the bullet."

Yang Xin felt that he was almost done, so he said, Zhang Ya slowly let go of the red towel, and when she saw the terrifying injury, her heart ached, her brows furrowed, and tears flowed from her eyes.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm not crying, why are you crying?" Yang Xin said with a slight smile. Zhang Ya rolled her eyes at Yang Xin, knowing that he was crying because she was heartbroken, and she still asked knowingly.

Yang Xin smiled slightly, "Teacher, can you kiss me? I think it won't hurt so much if I kiss your little mouth while I take out the bullet."

"Still causing mischief! If I kiss you, will it bother you?" Zhang Ya said reprovingly with her little mouth curled up.

"No, I'm serious. If you distract me, I won't be in so much pain." Yang Xin shook his head and said. Zhang Ya doubtfully sat next to Yang Xin and slowly kissed her.

Yang Xin immediately smelled the fragrance of flowers, kissed Zhang Ya's little mouth, stretched out his tongue, sucked on Zhang Ya's sweet tongue, and the photo was passed into the wound, and he couldn't help but twitch in pain,

Zhang Ya couldn't help but take the initiative to suck Yang Xin's tongue, trying hard to make Yang Xin feel her tenderness and forget the pain.

In a moment, Yang Xin finally took out the warhead.

"Teacher, thank you for your kiss. I am going to heal my wounds. Please help me deal with the things here without leaving any traces." Yang Xin treated the wounds and said to Zhang Ya.

"Well, I know." Zhang Ya went to deal with these things. Yang Xin sat back on the bed and began to concentrate his energy to heal the wound. It would take at least three hours to treat the wound, but Yang Xin would not have it.

Too much time, so the periphery of the wound must be healed first.

After Zhang Ya took care of those things, she returned to Yang Xin's room and looked at Yang Xin. She didn't dare to disturb Yang Xin, so she sat quietly next to her, watching as Yang Xin's wound was about to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's healing, and there's still a light mist coming out.

"This boy's thing is too long and too big..." Zhang Ya lowered her head, not wanting to look at it, but she couldn't help but look at it. Yang Xin's bad guy kept standing upright like a pine tree, and Zhang Ya couldn't help but look at it.

His face was red and his legs were tightly clamped.

Zhang Ya fantasized about what it would be like to have Yang Xin's thing enter her garden. Of course, only she knew this idea, and she couldn't see it through her serious appearance in class.

Half an hour later, the door rang, and Yang Xin arrived for the last time. The external wounds were still a little healed.

"Teacher, go ahead and open the door and close my door."

Yang Xin said softly, Zhang Ya responded softly, then walked out of the room and closed the door. Yang Xin quickly completed the last small week and looked at the wound. There was no scar at all, just inside the wound.

He is still injured.

"Officer Yang Yue...why are you here?"
Chapter completed!