Young Master Zhan's Xueba Little Crazy Wife

Once undergoing surgery, his body is weak, and Su Qiao is very likely to escape.

And here is the power wall, which is the place where he is most at ease.

Su Qiao said indifferently: "If you don't cherish your own life, I may not be able to help you."

"But you don't want me to die either, do you?"

The Zhanjue stared at her with an affirmative tone, and his deep black pupils were also firm.

Su Qiao narrowed her eyes.

He didn't know that it was her intention to let him eat chili, and it was also her intention to let him drink green orange and lemon juice.

These things will make his condition worse, and everything is in her plan.

But her plan did not include letting him die.

After all, Jiang Si is still in his hands.

After Su Qiao glanced at him, she could only say:

"I have a way, but I need silver needles, and this method is a hundred times more painful than your surgery."

Zhan Jue suddenly said "heh", and a touch of desolation flashed in his eyes.

Even though a human life was in front of her, she still considered it for so long, and obviously she was willing to save him only for Jiang Si's sake.

how sad...

What's even more tragic is that he had to choose this way for her sake.

Even if it is a hundred times more painful than surgery, so what?

As long as there is no surgery, as long as he does not lie on the hospital bed for a long time, he can bear it!

His time is running out, it's for him and Su Qiao, not for the hospital bed!
The Warlord closed his eyes heavily, lay down on the sofa and said:

"You can do whatever you want."

Soon, someone handed the silver needle in through the window on the door.

Su Qiao walked towards Zhanjue with the silver needle, and said strictly:

"This is a treatment method I read in ancient medical books. 72 silver needles are used to pierce the stomach, heart, head and other places to guide all the middle qi of the human body to the stomach and speed up the development of the stomach. Self-healing. In seven days, the condition can be repaired.

But this method will be extremely painful, and anesthesia cannot be used like surgery, and the whole process can only be endured. "

The expression of the Warlord remained unchanged, and he hooked his lips with a wry smile:
"Don't worry, there is no pain in this world that my warlord can't bear."

No amount of pain was as severe as when he saw his parents were shot.

No matter what happens every time, as long as he thinks of that scene, he can crawl out of the blood.

Su Qiao walked to the sofa, pulled a stool and sat down.

She lit a candle and put the silver needle on it to grill and sterilize.

The warlord was so painful that his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he still raised his hand to unbutton his shirt.

With Su Qiao's current feelings for him, she might hesitate for a long time on this action.

In this case, he would not take his own life as a joke.

After Su Qiao sterilized the poison, she took the silver needles, one by one, and pierced Zhan Jue's body neatly and decisively.

From the top of the head, to the heart, to the abdomen, to the soles of the feet.

As the last silver needle was tied, the 72 silver needles began to tremble.

It is the qi in the body that is flowing and it is working.

Zhan Jue only felt that the bones and tendons all over his body seemed to be split, and there were dense and sharp pains, as if a knife was scraping the bones and tendons.

All the pain spread towards the stomach, a burning pain in the stomach.

He frowned tightly, and large beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead.

Beads of sweat also appeared on his firm chest and muscles all over his body, completely soaking the white shirt under him.

That face was already pale and colorless, and the lips were turning white and blue, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Su Qiao sat aside and watched, her heart was also moved for a moment.

If surgical repair is performed, anesthesia and even pain relief can be given, so there is no need to bear this kind of pain.

But now...

Zhan Jue endured the pain for half an hour. In the end, his face was as pale as paper, and his hair was sticking to his body wetly.

He who was rebellious in the past is now quite sick.

Su Qiao rarely felt sorry for him, so she took the silver needle to comfort him:
"The pain will continue for a few hours, but you can rest and wake up tomorrow feeling better."

But Zhan Jue's brows were tightly twisted into Sichuan characters, watching her pack up things, a touch of complexity flashed in his eyes.

After putting away the silver needle, Su Qiao didn't leave. Instead, she sat beside her and said calmly:

"Relax, I will sit here tonight."

The Warlord frowned, a little unbelievable.

Did he hear wrong?Or is it a hallucination caused by too much pain?
Su Qiao actually said that she would sit here with him?

Su Qiao glanced at him and explained:

"You're right, as far as I'm concerned, you can't die yet."

Zhan Jue's thin lips suddenly hooked, a little pampered, but also a joy that he had never had before.

Even though she knew that Su Qiao stayed to save Jiang Si, she just sat beside her like a little girl who took care of her boyfriend.

Just looking at her, I can feel the pain relieved a lot.

He stared at her and said, "Su Qiao, you are the only one who stayed by the hospital bed and guarded me all these years."

Even if he was sick when he was young, no one cared about his life or death.

The servants either insulted him a few words, or dropped the medicine and left.

Even when Zhan Shen came to see him, he always looked at him with sympathy. He never needed that kind of sympathy, especially since he was six years old, he no longer needed Zhan Shen's company.

He understands that he is alone in his camp and can only get through it by himself.

Then every time when Zhan Shen was sick, everyone in the Zhan family was busy, and Bo Shushu stayed by the bed to ask about his health, and he even told himself:

He will take away everything from the Zhan Family and everything that Zhan Shen owns!
Later, when he grew up, he had no relatives or friends, only a group of bodyguards.

But he never wanted anyone to see his weakness and powerlessness, he had to be majestic enough to make everyone fear him.

Every time he got sick, he would take the medicine by himself and lie on the bed. If the medicine was not effective enough, he would double it, forcing himself to recover as soon as possible.

Never thought that there would be someone by his side...

Su Qiao heard a kind of desolation from his words, her eyes darkened slightly.

The reason she was willing to stay with him was because she had other plans...

But before the devil, there is never any need for guilt.

Su Qiao said: "Actually, there are others, but you don't need it yourself."

For example, Zhan Shen, Zhan Shen is definitely not sympathetic, he really cares about him, but he himself is too paranoid.

For example, Lin Ran, Lin Ran really loves him, but he never pays attention to him.

Zhanjue hooked his lips, looked directly at her and asked:

"Aren't you the same? No one but Zhan Shen."

Su Qiao: ...

Can they be the same?

Forget it, too lazy to argue with him, she urged:
"Go to sleep."

Go to bed early so she can carry on with her plans.

But Zhan Jue said with a weak face: "I can't sleep, unless, you promise me a condition."

Su Qiao frowned, feeling restless in this pain?

Zhanjue stared at her: "Don't worry, it's something you can do, you can do it."

Su Qiao didn't speak, waiting for his next post.