IX Cultivation

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Bai Xian couldn't speak immediately, the alcohol was almost burned by his hot head, and he broke out in sweat when he was blown by the cold wind. After a while, Bai Xian looked at Tan Lang and said, "I just can't see you taking advantage of me."

"Isn't it good for everyone to get what they need? Don't you want Yan Xi? He will be yours. It doesn't matter if Wan Ling ignores it, right?" Tan Lang analyzed, and his expression seemed to be saying, "I'll do it." There's nothing wrong with that'.

Bai Xian clenched his fists and then loosened them. He repeated several times, but he couldn't find any rebuttals. He just wanted Yan Xi to treat him as a panacea that day, and then not to reject him. Let his dear brother See, and then he used the victim's posture to make his dear brother not doubt himself, and Yan Xi would not remember anything at all.

He also got what he wanted...yes, that's what he wanted...

But things went wrong, and the man ignored him...

"Or..." Tan Lang looked at Bai Xian with a ferocious expression, and said calmly, "What else do you really want?"

Bai Xian seemed to have had his heart cut open all of a sudden, and when he revealed the bloody truth, he was taken aback, but before he could recover, Tan Lang's cell phone rang suddenly, and the ringtone was strange and fast.

Tan Lang's frightening black eyes glanced at Bai Xian who was standing at the door in a daze, and didn't care what he could do, and turned back to answer the phone.

When Tan Lang saw the caller ID, his voice became excited. After connecting, he spoke faster than the other party: "What's wrong? It's started?"

I don't know what was said on the phone, Tan Lang said with satisfaction: "Very well, I'll go over right away, help me prepare a set of surgical gowns, and start after I arrive."

After finishing speaking, the phone was hung up, and if Tan Lang simply changed into his clothes without the help of others, he closed the door and left. Bai Xian felt what had happened and followed Tan Lang.

Tan Lang didn't seem to care about Bai Xian's blatant stalking, he pulled the collar of the car excitedly, the car drove fast, and soon arrived at a private hospital for powerful people.

Entering through the back door of the hospital, after winking at a few security guards nearby, the security guards will stop Bai Xian who is following him outside.

Tan Lang changed into the surgical gown as he walked, his movements were so handsome, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

"Where is he?" he asked.

The doctor next to him who was very respectful to him said: "Just after it was delivered, the amniotic fluid flowed a little fast. If you don't have a caesarean section, you can only give birth naturally, but I am afraid that natural delivery..."

"One dead body and three dead, I know." Tan Lang smiled, followed by five or six doctors, put on a mask and strode towards the emergency room, pushed open the door of the emergency room, and saw a gloomy face from the corner of his eye The patient's family members sitting outside waiting, then their eyes fell on the man with a belly on the operating table, and they couldn't look away.

The man's lower body was naked, and his upper body was wearing a loose surgical gown. His face was pale, and tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes. There are many small wounds, the round belly is held with both hands, the legs are spread wide, and the little flower between the buttocks is constantly squirming, and it is a wet mess.

"Ah..." Even the groan was a long trill...

183. Like a Stubborn Paranoid

It was the second time Wan Ling felt this kind of pain. It felt like a blunt knife had been slid from his abdomen, and he wanted to explode. It made his lower body feel like it was about to be crippled, and something alive was about to come out of his narrow tunnel. .

And this time, Wan Ling couldn't bear it.

He didn't have a body that would recover quickly no matter what he had in his dream. If he really let the little guy come out from behind him, Wan Ling had no doubt that he would bleed to death.

"Uh...ah! Um...doctor..." The man grabbed his surgical gown and suddenly screamed, "Uh...he moved very hard..."

Wan Ling was sweating profusely, he couldn't see what was going on under him, but he could imagine how embarrassed he was underneath, the amniotic fluid flowed out of the pussy below him uncontrollably, and the labor pain followed.

It is difficult for Wan Ling to keep calm at this time. He tried his best to make himself less miserable. He looked at the doctors around him, his eyes were blurred, and he subconsciously wanted to find Yan Xi, but unfortunately he also knew , Yan Xi was stopped outside.

"Mr. Wan, don't be nervous. Take a deep breath and relax. Your water broke too early and the flow is too fast. We need to operate as soon as possible."

The female doctor standing next to the chief surgeon said softly: "Don't be afraid, we will give you anesthesia, and you will be fine after a night of sleep."

Panting heavily, Wan Ling looked at the female doctor who was speaking with wet eyes, closed her eyes while nodding, and said, "Well... Hurry up..."

Wan Ling's whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, with black hair sticking to his cheeks, he was keenly aware that his body seemed not ready to give birth at all, and now suddenly changed, and some strange changes were happening rapidly, His intestines were boiling hot, and his pelvis was stretched outwards as if being squeezed by something...

"Remember to remove both uterus..." When Wan Ling saw the cold eyes of the chief surgeon looking at the needle and squeezing out a line of anesthetic, Wan Ling suddenly remembered something, and said weakly, "Is it possible to be born so early? Is something wrong?"

Of course, Wan Ling still remembers that he is different from ordinary people. The child in his womb can be born in about eight months, but now he is only seven months old...

The other was only four months old...

The man didn't want that evil species to exist but thought that the little thing that had been obediently in his stomach for four months actually died like this without knowing anything, Wan Ling's heart was extremely complicated.

He is not the fairy of all spirits in his dream, he is not so cold-blooded...

"We... try our best." The female doctor glanced vaguely at the surgeon next to her, her expression covered with helplessness and sympathy under the mask, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, but she couldn't lie to this poor man. He answered vaguely, "You should rest well and sleep, everything will be fine."

When Wan Ling heard the female doctor say the previous sentence, he pursed his lips, his eyes were filled with inexplicable darkness, while enduring the pain of being forced to transform his body, he gasped and said: "Then... ...Ah...um...please..."

The man's eyelashes were glued together by sweat or tears, and the clusters looked like seaweed containing black pearls. When he opened his eyes suddenly, those obsidian eyes saw a pair of white surgical gloves. He approached himself with the needle in his hand.

The leading doctor slowly lifted him up, lifted the surgical gown behind him, and a small needle pierced into the spine on his back...

Wan Ling is almost oppressing his stomach when he sits up now, and the simple movements on weekdays make the man exhausted, and the amniotic fluid is dripping on the ground from under his body...

Afterwards, after the anesthetic was injected, Wan Ling was supported to lie down again. When he realized that his lower body was beginning to be affected by the anesthetic and became more unconscious, Wan Ling's eyes accidentally fell into the eyes of the chief surgeon.

The inexplicable familiarity the other party gave him caused Wan Ling to feel a slight fear in his heart, and finally the man suddenly shrank his pupils and said, "Tan Lang!"

The man's voice was hurried and full of surprise, but it couldn't conceal the weakness and softness of the essence at the moment.

"Why are you here?!"

Wan Ling's head exploded as if thinking of some bad things. Regardless of his physical condition, he pushed Tan Lang away from the operating table, but fell heavily on the ground, while the surrounding doctors But no one dared to come to help him, allowing the man to groan, breathe heavily, and his eyes were red.

Tan Lang, whose identity was recognized, walked up to the man and looked at the miserable appearance of the man. There was a strange feeling in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly. Tan Lang took the uncooperative man back to the operation On the stage, he glanced at the assistant beside him, and the assistant immediately handed over another anesthetic knowingly.

Wan Ling opened his eyes wide, grasping Tan Lang's surgical gown tightly with both hands, his voice trembling, he couldn't believe it: "Tan Lang... um... what do you want to do?!"

"You're crazy!" Wan Ling said, "You made me lie here ahead of time, didn't you!"

The man's heart was unspeakably suffocated by being tightly bound. He looked at the needle approaching him again, and was shocked to know that the other party wanted to anesthetize him: "Tan Lang, why are you always like this! Don't let me be cruel. you."

It's a pity that as soon as Wan Ling's voice fell, the needle pierced his skin mercilessly. When Wan Ling saw Tan Lang's eyes that seemed to have no waves, his whole body began to feel cold, his head was dizzy and swelled, and finally he lost consciousness. One second before disappearing, Wan Ling said: "Tan Lang... If you kill them, I will never, ever, ever... never forgive you."

Tan Lang gently stroked the man's wet eyes with his clean gloved hand, and smiled with a 'hehe', but it was so ugly for the first time.

For Wan Ling, to some extent, darkness may also be a kind of security.

Even momentarily, there is a glimmer of hope for the unknown.

The young man waiting outside the operating room was quietly looking at the snow-white wall. Under his half-rimmed glasses were a pair of dark eyes that seemed to be able to suck people in. He only heard some noise coming from the operating room. When there was movement, he turned his head to look at him. He was wearing a light gray pajamas that were originally spotless. At this moment, it was stained with amniotic fluid from a man, and a large area was wet, but it did not affect the handsome and elusive temperament of the young man at all.

The corridors of the hospital were ghastly illuminated by the lights, and it was eerily quiet.