Datang broom star

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"stop!"

The doctor stopped them.

"That's the only way, why don't you ignore it?"

The two doctors were also very depressed.

"We must kill the virus first."

The doctor put alcohol on a clean cloth, and when he touched the cloth, his whole body trembled, as if he had been electrocuted.

"what"

The screams of the air leakage made the scalp numb.

Someone nearby asked the doctor, "Are you sure?"

The doctor shook his head, "The hole is too big, I'm afraid it is"

The two doctors immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and one of them said: "I said that the king's injury is helpless. If you don't believe it, now that the doctor from the Tang Dynasty has come, he is also helpless."

The room was gloomy, and Bu Shibi said vaguely, "Help me!"

Outside, Xu Jingzong was circling.

When the doctor came out, Xu Jingzong asked, "How is it?"

The doctor shook his head, "There is a big gash in the cheek, if it cannot be sealed, this person will not be able to live."

Xu Jingzong touched his cheek, imagined the appearance of an opening here, and couldn't help trembling.

He turned back, "Hurry up to the Duhu Mansion and tell them about it, and ask them to deploy troops to Kucha to take charge of this matter, it's troublesome."

Jia Pingan coughed dryly.

Xu Jingzong glared at him, "Also, send someone back to Chang'an immediately, change horses all the way without changing people, report this matter to the court, and the old man will write up the memorandum of pleading guilty immediately, and take it back."

"This is not your fault."

Jia Pingan felt that Lao Xu was too upright.

Xu Jingzong said solemnly: "Xiao Jia, there are many things I can avoid, but these things cannot be avoided!"

This is Xu Jingzong?

Why does Jia Ping feel that he is a loyal minister in front of him.

Something came to his mind.

"Xu Gong, how about I try it."

Xu Jingzong waved his hand, "It's dead anyway, so do whatever you want."

The Qiuci interpreter next to him couldn't help glaring at Xu Jingzong.

Jia Ping'an ordered: "Prepare the needle and thread. In addition, all the people inside are driven out, and whoever is dedicated will help me."

The interpreter went in and said what was said outside just now.

Bu Shibi looked at the two healers, and seeing sadness in their eyes, he wept and said, "Since they all died at the hands of Marquis Wuyang, I think Chang'an will treat my child kindly and let him come."

His words leaked, and he had to listen carefully and ponder to understand.

He lay there feeling like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Everyone was kicked out.

"Close the door!"

Jia Pingan and Li Jingye came in, and Bu Shibi took a look, thinking that Jia Pingan was a good murderer, and saving people was not a joke?

Without surgical gowns and hats, Jia Pingan had a headache.

"Brother, what am I going to do?"

"You hold him down and don't allow him to move."

Jia Pingan came with the sterilized needle and thread.

Chapter 552 Old Xu, You Crow Mouth

As soon as the needle and thread penetrated his cheek, Bu Shibi struggled in unbearable pain.

But with so much strength, Li Jingye controlled his head with one hand and blocked the front with the other, preventing him from touching it.

"No, it's moving a lot."

Jia Ping'an was originally a two-handed knife, and he had sewed and mended some things by himself for a while, but the craftsmanship was unrecognizable.

Singles are like that...

Now Jia Pingan finds it very exciting to use the needlework skills of a single dog to sew the wound.

Bu Shibi was still struggling, and Jia Pingan was angry, "Jingye, can you do it?"

Li Jingye was annoyed, "OK!"

After he finished speaking, he went to bed, and immediately suppressed Bu Shibi.

He pressed Bu Shibi's hands and pressed his body...

He and Bu Shibi looked at each other in blank dismay.

What the hell!

Is that okay?

As soon as he went in with the needle, Bu Shibi wanted to shake his head, but Li Jingye pressed his forehead against his.

Jingye's sacrifice was too great.

Jia Ping took one stitch after another, and he never thought about the consequences of taking the thread.

Bu Shibi struggled for a long time, but in the end it was useless, he gasped and said, "How?"

"The chrysanthemum is very good."

After the wound was sewn up, Jia Pingan hesitated, "It seems that there is an inner layer and an outer layer? Or take it off and sew it up again."