When Wu Dahu and yuanxuan were thinking, Muye had already taken back his hand, frowned at the man's chest on the operating table, and his face was gloomy: "failed."
Song QingHan looked at his face and said in a flat tone: "take a rest. After two consecutive operations, your body is no longer in the best condition. If you continue to do it, there is no possibility of success."
He said this to death, just in order not to give Muye a chance to refute. Sure enough, although Muye was stunned, he still didn't say anything. He threw the scalpel into the plate, wiped his hands and said, "go down and have a rest. I'll find you when I need to."
Song QingHan nodded. Although there was no expression on his face, his body was obviously relaxed. He turned his back and went directly to Wu Dahu and yuanxuan.
Just when his figure was about to leave his sight, Muye suddenly opened his mouth and said, "your husband is in good health."
This sentence made song QingHan pause, but he didn't say anything, as if he didn't recognize the meaning of Muye dialect. He quickly walked forward.
When he walked all the way back to Wu Dahu and yuanxuan's room, he finally clenched his fists and smashed one indignantly on the table. In a low voice, he said, "bullying too much!"
Wu Dahu's heart was tight. He picked up his hand and asked in a deep voice, "what's the matter? If he goes too far, we'll just do it twice... "
Song QingHan squints his eyes and looks at the door. He doesn't know what he thinks. His face gradually calms down and says in a soft voice," no, I'll try to send you out. "
His tone is clearly intended to stay alone to deal with Muye. How could Wu Dahu agree?
"To go out together, we are here to pick you up, not to watch you fall into the devil's den!"
Wu Dahu's tone is rarely so severe. Song QingHan pauses, nods and agrees: "OK, I'll try to find a way. But if I have to, I hope you can listen to me, OK?"
Xuan took a look at Wu Dahu and seemed to be waiting for him to declare his position.
However, Wu Dahu's lips pressed tightly into a straight line, and his eyes were firm. He seemed to have made up his mind not to speak.
Song QingHan had no choice but to approach them and murmured: "he seems to value your body...
Wu Dahu stopped, and a little doubt flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he did not understand the meaning of song QingHan.
Now that he opened the mouth, song QingHan simply said, "his blood has been changed, and some unimportant parts of his body have been changed. Only the important ones can not be replaced by his own strength, so he needs me."
He said this, but Wu Dahu is not very good. The original Xuan took a cold breath first, and could not believe: "the important ones, do you mean these viscera?"
With that, he nodded on his own body, as if he felt that his words were not accurate, so he directly used his actions to express them.
Song QingHan swept at will and nodded: "yes."
Rao is the original xuanzi calm, at this time also can not help but open his mouth, as if to hear what arabian night.
Wu Dahu also returned to taste, frowned: "you mean, he wants to change other people's viscera to his body?"
Song QingHan took a subconscious look at the door. Although he didn't know why the snake who liked to peep didn't come over, he still grasped the time and said: "yes, he thinks that this can keep the youth of the body forever. In fact, this method can indeed."
But he didn't expect that this method would be used by an ancient man on his own.
But if you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to understand that in an orderly modern society, even if the technical conditions are mature, the law and morality will not allow this kind of behavior.
Now in this disorderly unknown world, as long as you dare to think, everything can be done, even to be an emperor is not impossible.
As for killing a few people, it's even simpler, as long as it doesn't attract the attention of the government.
People like Muye, who live under the ground, are hard to attract the attention of the government.
Song QingHan couldn't help sighing and recalled the scene of seeing the wood leaves at the first sight. Now, he still felt sad.
At that time, he thought that he had found a similar kind, and even told him many modern things excitedly. Unexpectedly, Muye didn't show any difference at all, or he realized that his mood was a little too excited and his state was not right, so he stopped consciously.
At this stop, it was Muye's turn to give him all kinds of impacts.
His medical theories are exactly what Muye lacks. After several explorations, Muye directly invited song QingHan as his partner to create the so-called "new era".
As soon as song QingHan wanted to refuse, he found that his old man had been thoroughly examined by Muye. He not only knew about smallpox and other things, but also knew that when he was in the village at first, he helped to treat a whole village of skin patients.
These things can be investigated, but not only can be done with money. Although the saints seem to be sparsely populated and live in shabby places, who knows what is behind them?Helpless, song QingHan can only yield to Muye, not to show his heterodoxy, he let do what he wants to do.
I just didn't expect Wu Dahu and Yuanyuan Xuan to come. Although he was very moved, the current situation is really too difficult. They may have just died.
Seeing the unpredictable expression on song QingHan's face, Wu Dahu knew that he must be doing intense psychological activities at this time. He reached for the back of his hand and said in a soft voice, "if he wants to do it, do as he likes. We can't stop a madman. We can only make him more crazy."
His words reminded song QingHan. Song QingHan held Wu Dahu's hand tightly and said to himself: "reasonable, reasonable, more crazy..."
seeing that he was in meditation, Wu Dahu didn't interrupt him, but just looked at yuanxuan to indicate that he didn't act rashly. The two of them quietly accompanied song QingHan.
There is no difference between night and day underground. They can only judge time by their body's feeling.
When song QingHan came back to God, he felt hungry.
The old man who burned the fire in the kitchen came over and didn't knock on the door. He put the soup and water in his hand on their table and said powerlessly, "eat it. After eating, clean up and send it to you."
Before he left, he looked back and asked, "are you going to attend the ceremony?"
Wu Dahu was a little familiar with him, and naturally replied, "I don't know. Look at the meaning of the son."
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