“Mr. King, I’m going to help you stop bleeding now. I need to perform acupuncture. Can you take off your clothes first?” When she said these words, An Taotao’s face turned red. She always felt a little too ambiguous. Mr. King look sideways at her, his eyes condenses with the most profound color and said, “I’m hurt, you stabbed me.” The implication is that he was injured and cannot take off his clothes. The one who stabbed him must take it off from him.
An Taotao admitted her fate and sighed. Mr. King is in charge of her life and death. She just escaped from death and she wouldn’t want to suffer again. She should be an obedient girl. She reached out her hand and helped Mr. King untie the buttons one by one.
When all the buttons were untied, Mr. King’s good figure was exposed to An Taotao’s eyes. Although he was a little too pale, he was still very powerful and strong. He had all the lines he should have, which was perfect.
An Taotao couldn’t help but glance and blushed again. Mr. King stared at her tightly. his Adam’s apple can’t help but move.
“Mr. King, can you lie down first? I’m going to start acupuncture.” An Taotao first helped Mr. King’s wound to do a simple treatment. She then tells him to lie down quickly, so as not to lose too much blood. Mr. King didn’t feel much pain. He had been seriously injured before. Didn’t he survive? But he still bent down and lay on the bed.
An Taotao raised the needle and acupunctured Mr. King neatly. Her technique was very skillful and fast, which was more skillful than that of the old Chinese medicine. Mr. King was lying on his stomach, but his eyes became deeper, like an abyss, which made people unable to see his expression at the moment. After several punctures, Mr. King’s blood finally stopped, and An Taotao could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. An Taotao took out the disinfectant to disinfect Mr. King’s wound again. “Mr. King, I’m going to disinfect you. It may hurt a little.” Mr. King gave a sound affirmation and a look of indifference.
With trembling hands, An Taotao applied the disinfectant to Mr. King. Most people would shiver with pain when they applied disinfectant, but Mr. King didn’t react at all, as if the disinfectant wasn’t applied to him. She looked at Mr. King in surprise and felt that he was a real man, just different from other people. If he had a better personality, she would not be so neurotic, and she would not be so afraid and disgusted with him.
An Taotao sighed a little, and poured Yunnan Baiyao on Mr. King. After everything was done, she took out the gauze and bandaged Mr. King’s wound.
“Mr. King, the wound has been treated. I’ll give you another prescription. You can get better faster if you drink it.” At this time, An Taotao took Mr. King as an ordinary patient and wanted to prescribe medicine for him. At this time, Mr. King had already sat up and looked at An Taotao.
An Taotao whispered, ” If Mr. King doesn’t trust my words. You can then go to the hospital and let the doctor help him with some anti-inflammatory drugs”
“If you want to go to the hospital, then you should drive it.” Mr. King’s dark eyes fall on An Taotao again. He opens his lips, and his tone is a bit overbearing and stubborn.
An Taotao nodded and found that she had no paper and pen on her. She had to run back to her room to get it. Mr. King frowned, “Where are you going? Sit down.”
An Taotao then slowed down, a little puzzled to see Mr. King’s one eye, “Mr. King, I have no paper and pen, I need to go back to the room to get it, you wait for me again.”
Mr. King coughed softly. His tone and eyes were cold. He seemed to laugh at her stupidity secretly. “There’s a pen and paper on the desk. I used it myself.”
An Taotao turned her head and found that there was paper and pen on the opposite table. The pen was a very high-grade pen, but the paper was ordinary white paper. She picked up the pen and wrote down a prescription on the white paper. It was a prescription for anti-inflammatory and wound healing. After writing, An Taotao showed it to Mr. King. Mr. King didn’t understand it, so he asked Huang Chen to go to the drugstore.
When Huang Chen came into the room to get the prescription. he was shocked to see the face of An Taotao. His eyes seemed to ask why she was still alive. An Taotao ignores Huang Chen’s eyes and sits beside Mr. King with her fine arms and legs. An Taotao asked, “Mr. King, does your wound still hurt?”
Mr. King didn’t speak, but his face was as usual. He was telling An Taotao with his expression that he didn’t hurt at all. Huang Chen is even more shocked. He finds that An Taotao is not only alive, but also in good condition. There is no wound at all. That is to say, Mr. King has not done anything to her at all. Moreover, Mr. King, who used to be frozen for thousands of miles, is much better now. As a subordinate, he can still feel Mr. King’s strange satisfaction.
‘My God! Being stabbed can be so unpleasant. What kind of ecstasy does Miss An give to Mr. King?’ Huang Chen took a deep breath. He was thrilled, until he walked out of the room, his head was still dizzy, even his feet were light. He made a bet with Tan Ge that An Taotao would never survive today, but now. He’s going to lose. It’s pathetic.
Huang Chen, who came back from taking medicine, had a sad face.
An Taotao took the medicine bag and said with a smile, “Mr. King, I’ll help you decoct the medicine.” Seeing Mr. King nodding, An Taotao took the medicine bag and jumped out. Huang Chen looked at An Taotao and Mr. King. He couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. King, you and she… She stabbed you. Do you still want to keep her around?” In his eyes, Can Mr. King forgive who stabbed him. Then certainly she can do more terrible things. This woman staying around is undoubtedly a time bomb. she should be dealt first.
Mr. King glanced over his head and gave him a cold look. Then, the voice of ice dregs came, with a huge sense of oppression. “I do what I want to do, it’s not your place and turn to talk.”
Huang Chen was so scared that he didn’t dare to talk any more. “Mr. King, your subordinate was wrong.” Mr. King coldly glanced and no longer spoke. The atmosphere in the room seemed to condense into ice for a moment. Huang Chen stood by, too scared to breathe.
Mr. King put his shirt on his body, and the voice of cold as ice came again, “You can go out.”
Huang Chen, with a heavy heart, left the room.
Mr. King’s sense of oppression is so strong that Huang Chen really can’t understand how a little girl dares to stab him. Afterwards, Mr. King hasn’t blamed Ms. An. In other words, other people have already died and can’t die any more.
Is Mr. King too tolerant of that woman? No, Mr. King’s tolerance seems to have been foreboding for a long time. When the woman killed the snake king, Mr. King didn’t blame her. He pretended not to know and just bought another snake king from the outside. So, Mr. King is moved. He progressed that he doesn’t want to touch that woman?