Chapter 191 Three Hundred and Sixty-One Swords (Fourth update)
Ningxia never said a word.
Even if the pain in my back feels like being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
It is even said to be more painful than being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
For her, if she could escape from the miserable old man by enduring such pain, then she would definitely be happy with it.
And Fang Bie remained silent.
The so-called Guan Gong scrapes bones to cure poison, which means playing chess, drinking, talking and laughing with others.
But Ningxia had no one in front of her, so she could only bear it silently.
Fang Bie can no longer speak. Even Fang Bie, under this level of exquisite surgery, even if he says he can talk to Ning Xia, talking means increasing his chance of failure.
It is also irresponsible for Ningxia.
So he too remained silent.
The surface of the girl's skin was slowly covered with sweat, which was simply caused by painful muscle tension.
Her back was also covered with blood snakes, tiny snakes swimming on this extremely beautiful blood-colored flower.
Fang Bie always maintained even breathing, and there was no hesitation every time he struck the knife.
Just like what he asked before taking out the knife, if anesthesia is given, Ningxia can wake up and achieve the final result without having to bear too much pain.
But if this is the case, the poison of Manzhushahua will not accumulate around the nerves in the back as it does now, and there will be residual toxins left in Ningxia's body.
Although there is no damage in the short term, in the long run, Ningxia's body will be worn down bit by bit by these poisons.
If you want the best detoxification effect, Ningxia is required to be in a highly awake state.
Ninety-first knife, ninety-first knife.
Each slender petal means a cut in the skin and deep into the blood vessels.
At this time, the room was very quiet, with only the slight breathing of the two people - of course, with each cut, one could feel the tightness and shortness of breath in Ningxia's body, but the girl could not even bite the towel on her mouth. No.
As she said before, she was still very good at enduring pain.
In addition to the sound of breathing throughout the room, there was also the subtle beeping sound of the burning fire.
That was the sound made by wax oil exploding in the air.
There was also the ticking sound of Ningxia's blood running across the entire back and then falling to the ground.
Fang Bie never held his breath and didn't have any charming thoughts.
He just regarded Ningxia as a piece of pork, and all he had to do was carve the most beautiful flower in the world on this piece of pork.
"If even I can't do it, then no one in this world can do it." Fang Bie thought silently in his heart.
And, Fang Bie finally felt like the surgeons who performed surgeries in his previous life.
In fact, all patients, regardless of gender, young or old, are pushed onto the operating table without any body parts. However, for the doctors who perform the surgery, and even for the nurses who assist next to them, the operation is not complete. There is no distinction between gender and identity among the patients on the stage.
They are just a symbol.
A symbol of a patient waiting to be rescued.
Three hundred and sixty-one cuts.
The so-called Ling Chi who was cut into pieces by a thousand cuts was only a thousand and one cuts.
On Ning Xia's back, Fang Bie had already made 361 cuts.
And this was not about cutting off three hundred and sixty-one pieces of meat. On the contrary, there was no bloody flesh on Ningxia's back, but the originally bright red Manzhushahua flowers became dim at this time.
It's like a charcoal fire that was originally burning hot, eventually extinguished, leaving only the original black and gray color.
Fang Bie's forehead was already covered with sweat beads at this time.
This detoxification, or surgery, was more difficult than fighting the most powerful enemy.
After all - saving someone is always 10,000 times more difficult than killing someone.
"It's over." Fang Bie said quietly.
Hearing Fang Bi's words, Ningxia seemed to hear the final whistle. Even with her stubborn will, she fell forward at that moment.
Fang Bie quietly pulled up a chair and asked Ning Xia to lean over the chair.
Then the young man stood up, blood dripping from behind him, but he never looked back.
He pushed open the door and walked out with a tired look on his face.
Outside the door were Xue Ling and He Ping.
Fang Bie was a little surprised when he saw Xue Ling, but then he felt relieved and took out a bottle of ointment from his pocket: "You came just in time." With that
said, Fang Bei handed the ointment in his hand to Xue Ling: "You go Apply this ointment to Ningxia."
Xue Ling took the ointment, and then was stunned: "Why me?"
Do I have a good relationship with Ningxia?
"Originally I planned to give it to Sister Ping." Fang Bie said lightly, "But since you are here, I feel you are more suitable." "Can't
you do it?" Xue Ling asked.
"I can't." Fang Bie said seriously: "I promised her that I wouldn't touch her. If I said I wouldn't touch her, I wouldn't touch her at all."
Xue Ling pursed her lips and pushed the door open.
The moment she walked in, the girl was stunned.
She saw Ning Xia lying on two chairs covered in blood, unconscious, with wounds on her back, and puddles of blood on the ground.
Xue Ling quietly covered her mouth. The whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood and an indescribable floral fragrance.
Xue Ling instantly felt her head explode, turned around and rushed out: "Farewell!"
Fang Bie and He Ping were walking towards the distance, and when they heard Xue Ling's roar behind them, they couldn't help but turn around.
"What did you do to her!" Xue Ling shouted loudly.
Even if Xue Ling saw a more unbearable and cruel scene, she would not lose her composure like this.
But no matter what, she didn't believe that this was detoxification.
"Detoxification." Fang Bie looked at Xue Ling and explained seriously.
The boy's eyes were clear.
"Hurry up and put the ointment on her."
Fang Bie continued: "If the wound is completely scabbed, these ointments will be of little use."
Xue Ling stood there, holding her hands tightly.
Finally she unclenched her fist, turned around, walked into the room, and closed the door.
The girl walked up to the unconscious Ning Xia and could feel the slight rise and fall of her back.
Xue Ling looked at the wounds. She had not seen them clearly before in her haste. Besides, who could control their rationality after seeing such a tragic situation in Ningxia?
No matter how many evil things Ningxia did, she should not be treated so cruelly.
But looking at these wounds now, Xue Ling noticed the subtlety and naturalness of each knife.
Each of these cuts is shallowly penetrated through the muscles, cutting through the blood vessels, until it reaches the end. This is the limit of human healing on its own. At the same time, through the heat of the red-hot blade, the wound can be healed quickly after the poisonous blood is released. Heals on its own.
Xue Ling bit her lip and then took out the bottle of ointment.
Little by little, carefully apply it on Ningxia's back.
Gently as if you were handling a baby.
“What has she experienced ?
”
Her long hair was disheveled, and she couldn't give her a single word of answer.
(End of chapter)