Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Jian Xingzhi squinted at the startled old imperial doctor, and said coldly, "Come and see him!"

Thinking of the power of the Jian family now, the imperial doctor didn't dare to say anything, and walked directly to the bed.

"Hiss..." Even the experienced old imperial doctor gasped when he saw Xie Zhuo's injuries: "Why is it so serious?"

The mottled shirt only exposed a scale and a half of the wound, not to mention...

He glanced at Jian Xingzhi carefully, and said: "If you want to treat the wound, you must tear off these clothes."

Jian Xingzhi is also a member of the military, so he naturally understands what he means.

Open the wound again and you run the risk of reinfection and bleeding.

If there is one mistake, Xie Zhuo may lose his life.

"If you have a fever, it will be really difficult to get over it." Although the old imperial doctor was under threat at the moment, he still explained his words honestly.

He didn't want the evil god to beat him to death when he saw that his illness was not cured!

Jian Xingzhi stood with his hands behind his back, and the blood in his palms dripped onto the ground.

After a long time, he finally spoke, his voice as if polished by sandpaper: "Healing."

Either way, treat it.

Otherwise, Xie Zhuo would have no chance of surviving.

"Jian Yi." He watched the old imperial doctor working on Xie Zhuo, and said in a hoarse voice, "Pay attention to the outside of the city, and bring back Miracle Doctor Zhang."

At the beginning, his injury was healed by God Zhang.

However, his situation is different from Xie Zhuo.

He was only injured for a few days before being taken care of by Xie Zhuo, and the person in front of him...

He had been tortured for an unknown amount of time in the dark prison cell, with new wounds and old wounds on his body, one after another.

How did the young master, who would make trouble even if he couldn't sleep well, endure all this pain?

The blood in Jian Xing's eyes became more and more intense, but he recovered his sanity when the person on the bed groaned.

"What's wrong?" The eager voice of the person behind made the old imperial doctor frowned.

Fortunately, he knew the truth of being under the eaves, so he only whispered: "It's okay."

After a pause, he said again: "Now I have to treat the wound for the young master, it will inevitably hurt, and I also ask Shizi Jian to help me control the mouth of the young master, so that he will not bite his tongue."

Upon hearing this, Jian Xingzhi immediately sat on the head of the bed and stared at Xie Zhuo's teeth clenching the wooden stick seriously.

Perhaps it was because of too much pain, Xie Zhuo grunted one after another, and even his gums were stained with blood due to the force.

Jian Xingzhi's pupils contracted tightly, and after a while he pulled out the wooden stick and stuffed his fingers into it.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it will be fine soon." The hoarse and soft voice rang in the ears, making the brows of the person enduring the pain relax slightly.

As the old imperial doctor quickly tore off a piece of fabric again, Xie Zhuo bit the obstructive finger in his mouth.

The pain in his hand was extremely clear, but there was no strangeness in Jian Xing's eyes.

He deserves it.

if……

Jian Xingzhi closed his eyes, wiped the dense beads of sweat on Xie Zhuo's forehead with his fingertips, and said in a hoarse voice, "I wish you had never met me."

He is the disaster star in Xie Zhuo's life, making him restless.

The murmured words reached the old imperial doctor's ears, making his extremely steady hands tremble.

Why does he think that this is a bit strange?

"Concentrate!" Almost instantly, Jian Xingzhi discovered his abnormality, and couldn't help pulling back some of his flying thoughts with a cold shout.