"It's funny. I can speak whatever I want. Can I see what I say to suit me?"

"I'll explain to you later."

"Let me explain to Uncle Fu. I heard that Uncle Fu personally cooked porridge and chicken soup for you, just to make your injury heal faster. If you are healing, you don't expect it to be healed at all..."

Ding Haijing let her scold her helplessly and glanced at Luo Yongsheng.

He can't help with this either.

Luo Yongsheng said he was powerless.

When the nurse untied all the gauze, when she saw Ding Haijing's injury, Jiang Xiao and Luo Yongsheng immediately took a deep breath.

They originally thought it was just a knife wound. Even if the wound was a little deeper and had already been stitched, it wouldn't look so scary, right?

But what appeared before them was a wound like a thousand-legged centipede!

There were some small wounds like branches on both sides of the wound, which seemed to be torn or cut open by some dense and long thorn.

In other words, the knife the other party used to scratch Ding Haijing was not an ordinary knife.

Because there are these complex and numerous branch scars on the edge, the knife wound appears even more terrifying after the main wound is sewn.

If Jiang Xiao had seen a wound like Ding Haijing yesterday, she might not have just given him a bottle of small blue cover.

Jiang Xiao's face was dark.

"What did this hurt?"

"Knife." Ding Haijing said.

"Why are you coaxing me? What kind of knife can make such a wound?" Jiang Xiao rolled her eyes.

What a joke?

What knife can create such a wound?

Luo Yongsheng said hesitantly: "I heard that some gangs will study the weapons they see in ancient books by themselves, and then find people to create the weapons described in ancient books, and there are all kinds of strange things."

"And there is such a thing?"

Jiang Xiao was stunned.

Ding Haijing said: "Yes, so the knife they used that day was a strange knife."

The nurse who helped him apply medicine heard them discussing this and couldn't help but say, "I heard from the doctor that day that there were some toxins that could accelerate the decay of the wound. If you don't come to treat it as soon as possible, you may have tetanus."

So, those people may have smeared something dirty on the knife, such as bacteria or something.

Jiang Xiao frowned and looked at her, "The toxins on the wound have been cleaned now?"

"It has been cleaned, but Mr. Ding's wound still looks serious and may recover a little slower."

Jiang Xiao couldn't help but get angry when she heard this.

It's outrageous. She doesn't know that her people have been bullied like this.

And this idiot Ding Haijing didn't even say that.

She glared at Ding Haijing and said angrily: "What, it's so majestic? You were pretending to be a forceful person when I came last time?"

"What does it mean to pretend?" Ding Haijing refused to admit it.

"Don't it seem as if nothing happened, it seems like it's just a minor injury?"

"I didn't say that. However, this wound actually looks a little ugly and exaggerated. In fact, it is not a serious injury, and it does not hurt the heart."

"Haha. Then what do you mean is that it is serious injury to hurt the heart?" Jiang Xiao sneered, "You may die if you hurt the heart. Can you still pretend here?"

Doesn't hurt?

Not serious? Can you still go out and run?

Jiang Xiao stretched out his hand and poked it on the edge of his wound.
Chapter completed!