Eternal Son-in-law

Yaolyi only felt her lower body turn cold. In order to avoid embarrassment, she casually picked up the cup beside her and calmly drank some water.    

However, in the next second, her eyes suddenly widened.    

Ka-cha! *    

The glass in Yaolyi's hand shattered and the pieces of glass fell onto the floor.    

"You … Did you see that? "    

Her voice seemed to contain all the resentment and anger in the world. Even her voice was trembling.    

Hsiao Hee thought that Yaolyi asked him about the condition of the wound, so he squatted down and wanted to start the fight, but he was a little hesitant.    

"Why don't you spread your legs a bit more?"    

Hsiao Hee raised his head and glanced at Yaolyi. "The wound is too deep and it's too close to the inside. That way, we won't be able to see it properly."    

"Hsiao Hee —"    

Yaolyi gritted her teeth as she spat out the word. Her mood had already exploded.    

She had never thought that this man would be able to look at the wound for so long without being able to see where it was!    

So what was he looking at?    

Yaolyi was so angry that her teeth chattered. She raised her leg to get up.    

She was going to fight it out with this bastard! The kind that wouldn't rest until one side died!    

"Stop!" Don't move! "    

Hsiao Hee called out to her. He had already seen that hair-raising wound. The wound was triangular, and one could tell with a glance that it was stabbed by the outsider gangsters!    

The gash on the triangle was still so deep. This girl was truly blessed to have such a good life.    

It had to be known that most of the arteries in a person's thighs and buttocks were large. No matter where they were, it was very likely that they would die!    

"How did you injure this place?" Hsiao Hee asked in a deep voice.    

He frowned, concentrating on the wound.    

It was obvious that the army's mass-produced embalmed powder had saved Yaolyi's life at the critical moment.    

Seeing Hsiao Hee's serious and focused expression, Yaolyi pursed her dry lips.    

"On the battlefield, are you going to tell the enemy where to wound and where not to wound?"    

Her voice was cold and harsh as she said, "I thought those mad dogs were already dead, but I didn't expect them to be lying on their comrades' corpses pretending to be dead. Fortunately, I was the only one injured."    

Being injured in such a position made her extremely embarrassed.    

It was just that she was a soldier. On the battlefield, there was no difference between the sexes.    

For matters between a man and a woman, it seemed a little less important.    

Yaolyi wasn't as reserved and shy as ordinary women. She only had one thought in her mind, and that was to quickly heal her wounds.    

As members of the "dragon", they were always on standby and in danger.    

The wounds on his body might be the fatal flaw in the next battle.    

An intelligent dragon teammate, he should learn to keep his body and physical condition at their best at all times.    

Hsiao Hee nodded.    

Now he could almost understand why Yaolyi was hurt so badly, and why the wound was so strange.    

If he shifted his position even a little bit, then Yaolyi, who had already stepped into the gates of hell, wouldn't be able to pull back half a foot.    

Thinking of this, Hsiao Hee's heart thumped a few times.    

He walked over to the bed and looked at the curves of her back as she lay down. "You'll have to be more careful in the future," he said.    

"Don't you think you're talking nonsense?" Yaolyi rolled her eyes at him impatiently.    

"…"    

Hsiao Hee was silent.    

He was no longer tender. After disinfecting the knife with alcohol again, he tried to cut open the bruised wound with the knife.    

"Separate your legs a bit more."    

Hsiao Hee tried his best to maintain some physical contact with Yaolyi.    

Yaolyi moved a little and, with difficulty, spread her legs a bit more.    

The knife in Hsiao Hee's hand slashed down once again, slicing open the skin that had just been covered with a layer of blood.    

Blood immediately gushed out like a gushing dam!    

Big artery!    

It actually cut into a big artery?    

Hsiao Hee's eyebrows twitched. He didn't have time to think about it, so he stuck out two fingers and pointed at the inside of Yaolyi's thigh.    

The moment Yaolyi was touched by the sensitive parts of her body, she instantly became alert and instinctively withdrew her leg.    

"Don't move!" Hsiao Hee frowned as he stared at the wound that was bleeding profusely.    

To make the best use of the putrid powder, one must first release the blood clotted and tainted, and then apply the medicine.    

In just two or three seconds, the muddy blood had turned red. He continuously tapped Yaolyi's thigh a few times, using his spirit energy to seal the flow of her blood vessels.    

Hsiao Hee stopped looking at the wound and the scalpel in his hand, trying his best to keep his focus.    

However, fine beads of sweat still appeared on his forehead.    

There was no anesthetic, but Yaolyi acted as if she had no consciousness, burying her head in her arms from beginning to end.    

Hsiao Hee didn't even hear her groan in pain.    

Until Hsiao Hee wiped the blood off the wound with one alcohol ball after another.    

Due to the fall of the pollination, the wound itself was not small, but it was also extremely deep.    

"Chi ~ ~ ~"    

It really was like the sound of a barbecue on a stove wall.    

Yaolyi curled her arms around her neck and stuck her head out. "What's wrong?"    

She knew that when the powder came into contact with the wound, it was several times more painful than before.    

But this time, she didn't feel anything. There was even a hint of coldness.    

"I used my spiritual power to forcefully seal off the pain sensing of the nerves around the wound."    

Hsiao Hee's forehead was dripping with sweat, "The situation is pretty good, but you have to rest more."    

When they were all done, Hsiao Hee sat on one side of the sofa while Yaolyi sat on the other side.    

The two of them silently looked at the center of the sofa, which was covered with blood all the way to the floor.    

"Don't tell anyone!"    

After a long period of silence, Yaolyi didn't open her mouth to express her thanks, but rather a warning filled with shame and anger.    

Hsiao Hee tactfully nodded, "Indeed, you can't tell others."    

However, what should he do with this large pool of blood?    

Just as the two of them were having a headache, a knock came from the door.    

"Miss Yaolyi? "Are you there?"    

Yin Yuan's voice sounded from the door, "I can't find Young Master Hsiao anywhere, do you know where he went?"    

"I don't know." Hsiao Hee replied instinctively.    

He really wanted to jump up and give himself a big slap!    

This was Yaolyi's room, it was his turn to answer!    

Yaolyi stared at Hsiao Hee with her eyes wide open. She gave him a look with all her might, as if saying, "You pig of a teammate. Now that you've been exposed, you can take care of it yourself!"    

With that, she stood up, but as she touched the wound below her, her eyebrows furrowed in pain.    

"I … then I'll leave first!"    

Hsiao Hee saw that Yin Chong was guarding the door and Yaolyi didn't like him. He quickly walked to the door and opened it.    

Then, she tried her best to block Yin Yuanyuan's line of sight, so that she wouldn't be able to see the messy situation in the living room.    

"Yes, it's Miss Yin. It's already so late. What's the matter?" Hsiao Hee asked guiltily.    

"That's right, it's so late …"    

Yin Yuan just glanced behind Hsiao Hee and saw Hsiao Hee move his body to block the attack. She smiled.    

"What was Young Master Hsiao doing just now?" Why are you sweating so much? " Yin Yuan looked up and down at Hsiao Hee and asked suspiciously.