Chapter 722: Like a weird flower

The doctor looked up and looked at the pastoral with the eyes of the solicitation.
Shemu is an outsider, he just said faintly: "Listen to the parties."
Now, his heart is like a sharp blade, and his chest is stuffy and painful.
Gu Yu understands the temperament of Song Wushou. If she does not allow anesthesia, she must not fight.
Otherwise, as she said, I would rather not take it.
Finally, he still followed her intentions, so that the doctor did not anesthetize, only pick up her bullets.
He is ready, she will be screaming and yelling, and if she can't stand it, let her bite her arm.
but……
When the doctor used the pliers and carefully helped Song to get the bullets, Song Wuzhan bit his teeth tightly!
It hurts!
But she is holding back!
When the pliers enter the wound, it is as painful as being taken away from the bone marrow.
This pain makes people almost faint.
Song Wushou is overly tolerant, and the muscles on his face are tight.
His face is pale.
The sweat on the forehead, the size of a soy bean, one grain and one grain, then slipped...
She clenched her teeth tightly and didn't say anything.
Gu Yu, Mu Gu, Huang Ling saw her like this, heartache.
Song Wushou does not cry, Huang Ling is crying.
She stood next to me and silently shed tears.
She feels so painful when she looks at it. Song Wuyou must be very painful.
When the pliers came to the position of the bullet, Song was so sad that he had to faint.
Even so, she did not scream and gave a cry.
However, the hand held by Gu Yu tightly clenched into a fist.
Gu Yu saw that she was so tolerant, he would never cry, his eyes were hot and blushing.
He still couldn't protect her and hurt her -
"哐啷-"
The bullet was finally taken out, and the bullet with blood was thrown into an iron basin.
The iron basin was filled with clear water. When the bullet fell, the blood on it was blasted, like a sinful flower...
Song’s worry-free body, at this moment, is like a deflated balloon, softly leaning against Gu’s arms.
The clothes inside her have been wet with sweat.
Gu Yu lived with her, Shen Sheng said: "Okay, take it out."
Song Wuyou didn't have the strength to laugh, but she didn't have the strength to talk. She gasped softly.
The doctor admired a glance at Song Wu, and said: "I will give you some painkillers that have no effect on the fetus."
"Well..." Song was worried and weak, and the whole person was soft.
After the doctor took the powder, he took out the sofa and bandaged the wound.
The painkiller powder is sprinkled on the wound, bringing a burst of hemp, this painkiller powder, and hemostasis.
Wrap the wounds well, Song’s worry-free spirit, better.
The doctor told her what she could eat and couldn't eat, and then cleaned up the medicine box.
"Shemu, you are hurt." At this time, Huang Ling came back to God and looked at Mu Gu in a complicated way.
The doctor made a move and turned his head. Don’t look at Huang Ling with a deep look. The woman who directly called your name should not be simple with him.
Look at the arm of the pastor, the blood, has fallen down the ground with his arm, and has already touched the ground, like a strange flower, a red color -
"Hello, are you going to help you with the wound?" The doctor came over and looked at Mugu with respect and respect.
Shemu looked at him and then stared at Song Worry's wrapped wound.
He sat cross-legged and the doctor came over with the medicine box and treated him with the wound.