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The old housekeeper had already finished calling the doctor, and asked the doctor to bring as many medical equipment as possible to Zian for an examination.Zian lying on the bed was in very bad condition, his whole face was swollen, and his forehead was covered with blood and bruises.The welts on his body were bright red and frightening, from a distance it looked like his whole body was covered in blood.The nails were curled, and the flesh was torn with blood.

The doctor was a little surprised after seeing it.Mr. Mu played too much, this is the trend of going to death.He doesn't understand Mr. Mu's world, so it's better not to worry about it.

Zian was in a state of high fever with severe subcutaneous tissue damage and multiple soft tissue contusions.From head injuries, concussions are possible.The bleeding is okay, just the normal redness and swelling after sexual intercourse.But the niao road problem is a bit big.Anterior niiao contusion, partially torn.

"Mr. Mu, judging from the current situation, there is no life-threatening. The wounds on the body can be treated with ordinary ointment for removing blood stasis, and they can recover after a period of recuperation. The contusions on the body are relatively serious. It is best... two weeks Do not engage in strenuous anti-military exercise." Speaking of this, the doctor's cold sweat is about to break out, where two weeks, a month of recuperation is not too much.

Mu Chuan nodded.

"The urinary tract is a little serious. Take antibiotics orally and drink more warm water. It is best not to ejaculate directly and urinate. If necessary, use a soft and thinner urinary catheter." For 'soft', 'thinner' the doctor strengthened A bit of accent, that place is almost unusable if you treat it roughly.

"It is recommended that Mr. Mu take him to the hospital every week for this month to have his niiao tract expanded, otherwise it will easily lead to narrowing of his niiao canal adhesions, and he may have problems passing urine in the future. I hope that Mr. Mu will pay attention to the strength and size when he uses it there next time. .

"The impact on the head is severe, and you may feel dizzy and tinnitus for a while after waking up, but don't worry, you should recover after a while."

"Another point is that the patient's eyelids, lips, and skin are too pale, and he may be a little anemic. If possible, Mr. Mu can help him replenish his body."

Wiping the cold sweat off his face, he finally finished speaking.I have done my best, and the life or death of the little pet depends entirely on the mood of the man in front of me.

Mu Chuan's face was a bit grim, but he still said very gracefully: "Thank you, doctor." He turned around and ordered the housekeeper to send the doctor downstairs.

Standing by the bed, reaching out to touch Zian's cheek, it was rarely warm, but it was because of a fever.The face that used to be good-looking is no longer what it looks like, and it can't be seen that it is the beautiful boy in the morning.pity?Anyway, I was not very happy.Next time, he should be more restrained, or fix his limbs before doing it.I can't let him destroy himself like this crazily anymore.

However, Mu Chuan didn't seem to feel at all that it was himself who brought Zian the greatest harm.

After being in a coma for two whole days, Zian finally woke up.The butler gave Mu Chuan a call and briefed Mu Chuan on Zi'an's current situation.Mu Chuan pondered for a while on the phone, and said, "I'll go back tonight and ask the kitchen to make porridge for Zi'an. Also, don't tell Zi'an that I'm going back tonight, just let him have a good rest."

At night, you must be patient and comfort yourself a little.He has always disdained giving a sweet date a slap in the face, and he doesn't need to go to such lengths for a slave.But it's different now, this time he has gone too far, and the damage he caused to Zian can't be recovered in a short time.Thinking of this, Mu Chuan was slightly annoyed, even if he was excited or angry, he had to control it well.Looking at Zian's physical condition now, it is estimated that he will not be able to play for a month.Stretching his legs comfortably and leaning against the back of the chair, Mu Chuan sighed lazily, let's play with a clean child for two days first, he is not an ascetic.

At night, Mu Chuan walked into Zian's small room.I haven't seen each other for two days, but Zian's face has recovered a lot.Most of the swelling on the face has disappeared, but there are still some bruises on the forehead.His pale face, pale lips, and dark eyes were buried in the white soft pillow.Mu Chuan's eyebrows stretched slightly, and the corner of his mouth smiled. It seemed that Zian's mental state was not bad.

Sensing someone coming in, Zian turned his head slightly, and saw Mu Chuan at a glance.He hurriedly struggled with his arms to sit up, and touched the injured part during the process, Zian's face twitched again in pain.

Mu Chuan put the suit he had taken off casually aside, stretched out his hand and pulled a chair to sit beside Zian's bed.He reached out to help Fu Zi'an, and sat him upright.He smiled and asked, "Feeling better?"

Zi'an lowered his head, barely daring to lift his eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, master, it's better." His voice was no longer clear and clear as before, it was as intoxicating as flowing water.Now it's scratchy and rough as if it's been sanded off.

Mu Chuan frowned slightly, his voice was really ugly.In fact, being able to speak is not bad, and the crazy screaming has already had a great impact on the vocal cords.

Mu Chuan looked at Zian's face, not knowing what to say.apologize to him?This is impossible.Not to mention that the master has the right to do everything to the slave and the slave can only accept it unconditionally. Even if he abandons this identity, it is impossible for Mu Chuan to say such a thing with his character.comfort him?Tell him to accept that he is destined to accept this, please be frank?Sorry, Zian is not a fool, and he doesn't have the face to say such ridiculous things.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, but fortunately at this time the servant knocked on the door and delivered the porridge with a tray.The tray was placed on the quilt, and Mu Chuan said, "Let's eat something first."

Zian held the tray with his left hand, picked up the porcelain spoon with his right hand, filled the porridge and put it into his mouth.After a slight pause, he swallowed.Then mechanically raised his right hand and fed himself another spoonful.Every time after feeding, there will be a pause, the body trembles slightly, and the expression seems to be enduring great pain.

Mu Chuan didn't notice this at first, but he didn't realize it until Zi'an ate half a bowl.Is it because the porridge is not delicious?He picked up the spoon in Zian's hand, put a little into his mouth, then vomited it all out with a frown, and bounced up.

The porridge was freshly made and piping hot.

And Zi'an was right in front of him, insisting on eating half a bowl of boiling hot porridge.

Looking up at Zian's mouth, it was as red as a drop of blood.He stretched out his hand to pinch Zian's chin and bent it down. Looking closer, his tongue was covered with scalded blisters.Letting go of his hand, Mu Chuan looked at Zi'an fixedly.A voice that was hoarse and rougher than before sounded weakly, and the tone was full of trembling tones, like a cello plucking untightened strings, overflowing with panic, Zi Press said: "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean it, I was so hot. Master." Then, like a broken range hood, he coughed violently, making a whirring sound, and a few drops of blood spattered on the snow-white quilt.

Probably the ulcer surface has been scalded in the throat or esophagus, and a violent cough caused the skin to be broken, so blood flowed out.

Mu Chuan immediately picked up the phone, dialed the internal line, and said in a deep voice, "Bring me a glass of cold water, Zi'an's room."

Zian is very afraid of being hot, he knows this.The body temperature is cold, and I like to eat cold food.He couldn't feel the sugar in the food he ate, and Zian was still blowing on it.So when delivering food to Zian, Mu Chuan asked him to warm it up a little.But now, Zian was right in front of him, he didn't even dare to make a request, he didn't even dare to pause for a moment, according to his order, he directly drank the porridge that was enough to scald his esophagus.It seems that this time... I really frightened him.

When I was playing torture myself, I once asked my subordinates to hold down the prisoner, put a tube at the entrance of the esophagus, and pour boiling water into it.Seeing the thirties-year-old man struggling, howling, and crying like a beast, he sat on the side with a smile and watched quietly, with a faint excitement and pleasure in his heart.

But now I don't feel that way at all.That kind of pain but he was unwilling to speak out, and the feeling of suffering, made Mu Chuan extremely uncomfortable.The state that as long as you give an order, I will complete it immediately, without bringing me the slightest sense of conquest.

He said that human beings can be tamed, and it is human instinct to succumb to tyranny.But now, Zi'an's tyranny really frightened him.

At this time, Zian sat with a painful expression, feeling that the tube called the esophagus was burning from the throat to the chest, as if it was being burned all the time.The tongue and mouth are better, because it has been burned to the point of complete numbness and no sensation.Now it's good, because of that sentence, there is no place in the whole body that does not hurt, and the pain is very even, from the inside to the outside.

Thinking about it now, I was so stupid that day, even if I thought about... how could I say that sentence.The days are already so miserable, and my temper has not been worn out yet.Look at Mu Chuan, he seldom swears or jokes when he is with him, he just smiles and does it directly, gently letting himself die.This kind of shrew swearing at the streets is only done by the weak who have no resistance at all. It's just a mouthful, and the consequences of the addiction have to be paid a heavy price by themselves.

But this is not to blame Zi'an, when the body and mind are extremely exhausted and painful, the camouflage is so weak and weak, and the real thoughts are revealed after a light tap.He did fantasize more than once about putting Mu Chuan under him and fucking him hard, wanting to see what kind of expression would appear on that gentle and strong face, which was always smiling and full of smiles, under the manipulation of a man.Although Zi An is not a homosexual, he has never had sex with a man in 18 years and has only hugged a soft woman.

At this time, Zian suddenly had a strange idea in his mind, maybe Mu Chuan's sex with him was not for sex or yu.A bisexual like Mu Chuan may overwhelm a man and give him the desire to conquer.For example, in real life, men are always willing to go to pure, upright and forbidden women.As the saying goes, the bed is like an angel, and the bed is like a changji.Just imagine, an angel can be put on the bed by you, caressed by you, entered by you, pose for you with the most chaste body, and utter the most yinmi moan for you with the most holy voice. What kind of desire to conquer cannot be satisfied?The same is true.It is self-evident that a man like you poses as a woman and accepts you as a woman to please you. The psychological pleasure is self-evident.

Probably... In addition to the desire to conquer, Mu Chuan must also be addicted to that superior sense of control.Just a slave, kneeling at his feet, calling him master, satisfying his hobbies, and completely surrendering from body to heart.

The water was brought, and Mu Chuan asked the housekeeper to wait for him outside the door first.Mu Chuan watched Zian finish his glass of water and wiped off the drops of water from the corner of his mouth.

Mu Chuan felt a little unhappy because of what happened just now, and didn't want to stay for a long time, so he got up and smiled and said, "If it's not hot, finish the porridge in a while. Take good care of it, and tell Uncle Wang what you need to do. When you hurt Alright, I'll take you out to play." Because of being trapped in the house for a long time without exposure to sunlight, her skin is pale and it seems to be moldy and rotten.

After hearing this, Zian shrank back slightly.Mu Chuan couldn't help feeling pity in his heart, stretched out his hand to touch Zi'an's hard short hair, and smiled softly: "It's serious to go out to play, without collars, chains, zhencao rings and other messy things. I just let you put on your clothes and go out Just play, don't be afraid."

A rough and hoarse voice sounded, as if with a hint of timidity: "Thank you, master."

Mu Chuan patted Paizian's head lightly with his hand, took his clothes and turned to leave.

He handed the clothes at hand to the housekeeper outside the door, and told the housekeeper as he went down the stairs: "Uncle Wang, I will leave Zi'an to you for the next two days. He wants to eat, drink, play, and do whatever he wants, as long as it is not excessive. Just do what he wants. Eat... the doctor said he was anemic and told the kitchen to make him some chicken and fish soup."

Fu E thought for a while, then waved his hand: "Forget it, he has a lot of wounds on his body, and it's easy to get inflamed if he eats that kind of food. Make him some red dates and blood-enriching soup. Let him drink more warm water every day, and find someone to accompany him tomorrow." He sent him to the hospital for a full-body examination, from beginning to end, inside and out for me."

Feeling that it was almost finished, Mu Chuan seemed to think of something again, and swept his eyes towards the housekeeper: "Tell you the servants below, even if you look down on Zian in your heart, don't show it to me. Tighten your eyes and mouth. If Zian doesn’t tell me, I might not know. If he doesn’t provoke others, then don’t let others provoke him.”

Hitting the highs and stepping down the lows is what everyone does.

The servants went too far in what they said and did to Zian, and the contempt for Zian could be seen in their eyes.The housekeeper is okay with Zi'an, but he is old and open-minded in seeing things, and he still has a bit of pity for Zi'an.But the tone was polite and alienated, and Mu Chuan also understood, but he just looked down on Zian.

In the past, he was too lazy to care, but now Zian's body is seriously injured.Originally, he had a somewhat arrogant temperament, so he didn't want to let others make him angry, and his body couldn't take care of it after a long time.

It was also his negligence, and he had heard a lot about Nanse's training methods for the people in the slave area.Zian must have a much better life here than in Nanse.But Nan Se took good care of Zi'an's body, after all, she couldn't sell a poor quality slave.Catering and exercise are all planned in detail to ensure good physical fitness and endurance so that the owner can have a good time.

And Zian is here with him, almost no one cares, just give him anything to eat and drink.The servant butler didn't bother to take care of him, and it was probably not uncommon for him to be hungry once in a while.I was locked at home every day and rarely moved.It really looks like a thing, no one treats him as a person.

After hearing this, the housekeeper said quickly: "Don't worry, young master, he will take good care of Zi'an."

"Don't call me Young Master, I'm over 30. That person died long ago." Mu Chuan said with a little impatience in his tone, "Don't call me Young Master inside and out. Just like them, just call me Mr."

The old butler's attitude was very calm: "Whenever the young master marries a wife and has a young young master, it's not too late for me to change my mind. I know the young master is very capable outside, but I have to put aside my thoughts of playing."

The housekeeper had spent more time at home than Mu Chuan's age, and the man had a bit of respect for him when he was there, so it was hard for him to say anything to refute.He just turned around and sneered, "It's up to you." Then he went out.