Chapter 270 Those who don't listen to me are sent to see God
But before her hand could release the medicinal powder, she was grabbed by the man faster, and her body was once again imprisoned between him and the wall.
Moreover, this time, his body was closer to hers. Such an intimate movement made Qiao Ran feel ashamed, annoyed and resentful.
"Wen Shimo, you bastard man, let me go!"
"Ms. Qiao, let me say it again, my name is Han Mo. I just ask you to help me look at the injury. If you play tricks again, don't blame me for being rude!"
Han Mo whispered into Qiao Ran's ear, his voice was magnetic and hoarse, and his warm breath blew on Qiao Ran's sensitive earlobes, making her feel an indescribable heat in her body.
This bitch knew her every move and still refused to admit that he was Wen Shimo.
The damn thing is that after two years of training, his skills have improved again, and there is a strong murderous aura in his body. She is no match for him at all.
Qiao Ran never liked being threatened by others. No matter if he was Wen Shimo or Han Mo, she didn't want to bow her head and submit.
"Although I am not as skilled as others, I still have dignity. I don't like General Han's method of forcing others to heal.
Even if you kill me today, I won't give you medical treatment." Qiao Ran said coldly.
"Those who disobey me, I will send them to see God, but I will treat women more favorably.
Leave the ugly ones to my subordinates to enjoy, but I will personally come and bless you as beautiful as you, and then send you to see God!"
Han Mo's cold and evil voice sounded softly in Qiao Ran's ears, giving Qiao Ran goosebumps all over his body.
What made Qiao Ran even more angry was that because of his few words, she couldn't help but think of the two beautiful nights they had had.
Thinking of those images, my bones became a little sore.
Feeling Qiao Ran's body soften, Han Mo thought Qiao Ran was frightened by his words, and a secretive light flashed in his eyes.
A few seconds later, he felt the strong struggle of the woman in his arms again.
"General Han, I grew up eating white rice and white flour. I was not frightened. General Han has the guts to send me to see God!"
In terms of official position, her uncle Lu Qishan was one level senior to Han Mo, so she didn't believe that Han Mo would dare to do anything excessive to her at her uncle's birthday party.
"Since Miss Qiao wants to see God so much, then I will do as Miss Qiao wishes. Before that, I like to kill first!" Han Mo said, lowering his head and kissing the butterfly mark that looked like it was flying under the light.
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The moist, warm and soft touch on his back made Qiao Ran's brain feel as if it had been hollowed out, and he forgot to react.
This beast actually dared to treat her lightly.
"Wen Shimo, you piece of shit, get out of here. If you dare to attack me today, I will cut you into pieces!"
The man's kiss moved from her back to her white neck. His breath was rough, but his voice was as dangerous as a poisonous snake spitting out its core.
"Miss Qiao, correct me again. My name is Han Mo. I am not that weak and can be easily subdued by a little woman like you.
And I never fight unprepared. Do you think the things I gave you before were candies? Do you feel that your body is hot and stuffy now, as if you are blocked by something and you want to relieve yourself?"
The man said and gently bit Qiao Ran's sensitive earlobe.
Qiao Ran couldn't help but tremble, and the reactions he said quickly exploded in his body.
This was not the first time she had experienced this feeling.
The first two times she was with Wen Shimo, it was because of this kind of ghost thing that made her forget herself.
"Han Mo, as a first-class general, how could you do such a shameless thing?"
Qiao Ran was really furious. How could a bitch use such despicable methods?
Didn’t he deny that he was Wen Shimo?
Then it was their first meeting. How could they do such a vicious thing when they first met?
Is he a breeding pig who goes into heat anywhere?
As if he could read her mind, the man said in a cold voice: "The border is poor and I just like the feeling of hunting for women. It can relax my whole body and make it easier to fight enemies."
So all of his illustrious military exploits were achieved through the stimulation of hunting for beautiful women?
Qiao Ran was afraid of this dangerous, cold and evil man.
"General Han, I just made a joke with you. You are a soldier who protects our country. I am a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded. You were injured for the country. How could I not treat you? Please let me go now."
I'll look at your injuries right now." Qiao Ran said in a soft voice.
"No more scheming?"
"Um!"
"No need for poison?"
"Yeah!" Qiao Ran replied quickly and obediently.
Han Mo let go of Qiao Ran, turned around and walked towards the sofa.
When Qiao Ran saw this, a sly look flashed in his eyes.
If you don’t run now, wait until later!
"Without an antidote, Miss Qiao may be sleeping with a bald old man with a big belly!"
Han Mo's cold and calm voice sounded behind Qiao Ran who ran three steps.
Qiao Ran immediately stood there as if struck by lightning. After greeting Han Mo's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, Qiao Ran turned around with a smile like a flower.
"I didn't run away. I just had my hands held by General Han for a long time and loosened my muscles..."
Before he finished speaking, Han Mo took off his black shirt, revealing old and new wounds on his ancient skin that were densely packed like vines.
On his back, there seemed to be a cut that was more than ten centimeters long. The bright red flesh turned outwards, which was shocking to see.
Qiao Ran was so shocked by those horrific wounds that he forgot to react.
Seeing Qiao Ran motionless while wearing a mask, and his smart and smiling eyes were covered with shock, Han Mo opened his thin lips lightly and ordered lightly: "Come here!"
Qiao Ran didn't like being spoken to in a commanding tone, but at this moment, as if by magic, she walked over with her legs involuntarily.
Looking at the wound up close, it was even more terrifying. The wound of more than ten men was slanting from the back of the neck to the shoulder and cheek bones. The skin and flesh were open, and the shoulder and cheek bones inside could be seen.
He was able to control her easily despite being so seriously injured, so how unfathomable must his skills be?
He was so seriously injured that instead of going to the hospital for bandage treatment, he came over to threaten her. Is he crazy?
"You're so seriously injured, why don't you go to the hospital? Aren't you afraid of dying from excessive blood loss?" Qiao Ran asked coldly with a trembling voice.
"A small injury is nothing to mention. It's the first time for General Manager Lu to celebrate such a formal birthday. We can't lose his face." Han Mo replied calmly.
Because the people attending the banquet were all powerful nobles, each lounge was equipped with professional medical tools.
Because injuries to high-ranking officials are a very private matter, many injuries that can be treated without going to the hospital will be treated privately by personal doctors.
Qiao Ran opened the medicine box and found all kinds of surgical tools.
Qiao Ran picked up the anesthetic and prepared to clean Han Mo's wound, but his hand was held by Han Mo.
"What are you doing? I'm treating your wound, not to harm you." Qiao Ran felt that the hand he held was as hot as an electric shock, and she quickly tried to pull her hand away from his palm.
"No need to bother, just deal with the suturing!"
How painful would it be to suture such a long wound without anesthesia?
"If you don't need anesthesia, you don't need it. Just say it. Why are you holding my hand? Let go." Qiao Ran scolded angrily.
"I'm afraid you moved too fast and you poured the anesthetic on me before I could tell you." Han Moyun said softly and let go of Qiao Ran's hand.
It seemed to make sense, but she was unable to refute it.
Qiao Ran rolled his eyes speechlessly, picked up the disinfectant and poured it on Han Mo's wound with a simple and rough movement.
Han Mo only felt the pain in his back that was so painful that it hurt his bones. A small injury was several times more painful than the serious injuries that were about to kill him in the past.
But he clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth. The back of his hands hurt so much that the veins on his forehead were about to burst, but he did not make a sound of pain.