Best Son-in-Law

One second he was still complacent, and the next second he was beaten back to his original shape.

He laughed and said, "There is only coconut milk here, Master will make it for you."

Hao Longdi put down the coconut shell and picked up a new coconut from one side.

The weapon in his hand was slashed, and half of the top of the coconut was cut off.

He stretched out his hand to help He Zhongling sit up, her face turned pale from the pain.

"It's okay, but the left hand is broken. The pain in my body is due to being slapped on the sea. Just rest for a few days."

Hao Longdi comforted her and put the coconut shell near her mouth.

I don't know if the fish is really a little salty, but He Zhongling drank the milk from a coconut shell, still feeling unfulfilled.

Hao Longdi put her down, processed the coconut meat with a weapon, and gave her to eat.

After eating these, He Zhongling felt much better. Looking at the fish again, he didn't have any urge to eat.

Hao Longdi was injured again, took the fish, walked to the campfire, and ate quietly.

"Master—I—"

He Zhongling's voice was a little uneasy and shy.

"what happened?"

Hao Longdi turned his head, under the bonfire, there was a trace of carbon dust at the corner of his mouth.

When He Zhongling saw it, he was about to laugh, but she forced it back because he was about to urinate.

She faltered, her face was flushed, and she twisted her body uneasily.

Emperor Hao Long is an old man, seeing this, how can he not know what this girl is thinking.

With a smile in his eyes, he walked over, gently hugged her, walked to the side of the bushes and put her down, and said: "That's it, call me when it's done."

Hao Longdi turned and left.

He Zhongling's eyes were shy and grateful.

Her body was in great pain and she was still shaking, but she could still bear it.

With a trembling right hand, he took off his trousers, and the rustling sound came all the way from the grass.

Hao Longdi not far away, with a smile in his eyes, said: "It's nice to be young. Such a good girl, how can she take advantage of this brat.

If I were 60 years younger—”

"Hehe--you don't know how to practice, what are you thinking about?!"

"Master, I'm fine!"

He Zhongling's voice came from behind.

Hao Longdi turned around and returned to the grass, looking at He Zhongling who was trembling but still stubbornly standing halfway, with a hint of appreciation and satisfaction in his eyes.

Carrying He Zhongling back to the hut, he found that she was already drenched in sweat.

Hao Longdi got up and moved the bonfire over.

At night, the air is slightly cool, if not done well, she will catch a cold.

"Rest early, I'll get something over tomorrow."

After Hao Longdi ordered, he dodged and landed on a branch, rested his head with one hand, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Ethereal and quiet at night, people's perception will be magnified ten times, a hundred times.

In the first half of the night, He Zhongling's painful body was shaking and he couldn't fall asleep.

At around four o'clock in the morning, the ethereal silence of the night began to fade away. At this time, she fell asleep tiredly.

When the sun came down, Emperor Hao Long stood in front of her.

Looking at her pale face and bloodless lips, she shook her head slightly and sighed softly.

Hao Longdi turned to leave, but He Zhongling's eyes slowly opened, and he turned to look at the distant figure with gratitude in his eyes.

-

On the opposite side of Rongjiang River are Rongcheng and Qingcheng.

On the operating table of a laboratory in Qingcheng, doctors and nurses are busy.

"NO.15 Scalpel——"

"Hemostatic forceps—"

"—"

The voice sounded in the operating room, the eyes of a doctor behind the mask, with concentration.

Red bloodshot eyes covered the entire eyeball, and in the depths, there was indescribable fatigue and a trace of excitement.

That's right, excitement.

Various tools in the operating room were handed over from nurses to him.

These utensils seem to have life in his hands, performing their functions on a human body.

"Stitch—more anesthesia!"

The sound sounded, and three nurses came over, holding needles and threads in their hands, and quickly stitched up the blood-stained body.

Perhaps the anesthetic had passed, and the man let out a muffled grunt.

At this time, another nurse came over, holding a syringe, and injecting a transparent liquid from the drip tube.

During the injection, the doctor looked at the instrument on one side, looked at the various data on it, and measured his heartbeat before nodding slightly.

Five minutes later, the nurse left, and the body of the person lying on the bed in the operating room was covered with stitches.

A nurse took an alcohol swab, poured a bottle of alcohol on the man, and began to clean up.

Alcohol mixed with blood, turned into blood and flowed down.

The blood on the body was cleaned, and there were no less than a hundred stitched scars on it.

There are five biggest scars.

Chest and limbs!
In the operating room, everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The nurse took the gauze and began to bandage the man.

With the cooperation, in less than 5 minutes, this person has been completely wrapped in gauze.

It looked like a mummy.

That is, the head, cheeks, eyes, and mouth are all bandaged.

There is only one leather tube, which is inserted through the nose and connected to oxygen.

The doctor waved his hand tiredly, and the nurse pushed the man out of the operating room.

After the nurse left, the doctor crossed his hands, took off the medical gloves, and threw them on a tray aside.

When he took off his hat and mask, his true face appeared.

This is a man in his 30s, with inch hair, thick black eyebrows, big eyes, a tall nose, and a thick mouth.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and a shallow dimple appeared on the right cheek.

"I didn't expect that there will be a surprise. After you recover, people who know you and those who don't know you, even yourself, will be shocked.

Really looking forward to this day! "

The voice was neutral from the middle, and the tone began to weaken. In the end, the timbre also changed. It was no longer that mandarin, but the language of the dwarf country.

Murakami Ichiro, looking at the cold light of the scalpel under the light, also had a cold light in his eyes.

"Hao Yun, I want you to pay the price for ruining my laboratory. This man is the gift I prepared for you. You will definitely be devastated."

Murakami Ichiro, the sunny smile on the corner of his mouth turned into a feminine one.

He took off his clothes, picked up the gold-rimmed glasses in his pocket and put them on, his demeanor changed instantly, like a refined scholar.

At a glance, it can be described as Moshang Ren Ruyu, Young Master Shi Wushuang.

Especially the elegance in his frowns and smiles, it reflects: there is a poetic charm in his belly!

-

Rongjiang, Hao Yun came back from Nancheng, it was already eleven o'clock in the night.

When he woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

He left the bedroom and came to the hall, where his aunt had already prepared breakfast.