A Stern Devil

Chapter 121: Is it worth it?

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I don't know when, I just felt a burst of severe pain hitting me, as if all the muscles in my body were torn and pulled, I opened my eyes, and when I was about to struggle, I heard the fat man's very serious voice: "Don't move!"

I found myself lying in a somewhat dim room with a small bed under me, white sheets, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and a curtain was hung beside it.

The fat man stood at the end of my bed, squinting at me. Seeing me wake up, I smiled and said, "How is it?"

I trembled with my lips and exhausted all my strength to bite out a single word: "It hurts!"

"It hurts." The fat man sighed, and then said loudly, "If you don't get old! This kid is going to die soon!"

The curtain was lifted, and a bald man walked in, about forty years old, with a swollen face, rolled up sleeves, and some dirty stains on his white gown. The muscles on the arms are very strong, the body is thick, and the face looks fierce.

"What's your blood type?" The bald and fierce man glanced at me.

"Type A." I gritted my teeth.

He hummed, then walked outside, I looked at the half-drawn curtain, and saw with my own eyes this man dug out two packs of blood plasma from the refrigerator and came to me: "There is no type A blood at home, two packs of type O blood Let’s make do with it, this kid is in good shape, so he shouldn’t die.”

The fat man glanced at me with no expression on his face: "This is a doctor, and now I'm going to clean your wound, hold it still."

To be honest, my whole body was shaking, which is a normal muscle reaction of a person under pain, and I couldn't control it myself.

I took a weak look at this man... Is he a doctor

Looking at his appearance, his face is full of flesh and body, he looks more like a butcher than a doctor...

The bald man walked up to me, began to take off my clothes, took out a pair of scissors and carefully cut off the bloody clothes on my body, then gave me a cold look: "Your life is really tough, how many times have you been stabbed? "

My lips were blue, I gritted my teeth and said, "Thirteen knives."

"Huh, I remember it very clearly." The bald man grinned, and that smile looked hideous.

"Of course... remember." I gritted my teeth and said with a forced smile, "I will return it in the future!"

Then the bald man took out a small syringe and inserted it into my arm: "It's just morphine, to ease your pain."

I was so tired, my body felt a little bit cold, and my senses gradually left me. Although I tried my best to open my eyes to see the person in front of me clearly, the outline in front of me was still blurred bit by bit.

I didn't know whether it was the effect of morphine or the coma due to excessive blood loss, so I closed my eyes again. The sensations of the body began to dull - which is a little good, at least the pain is not so strong.

I spent the next few hours in a half-comatose, half-awake state.

This doctor with a face of killing a pig has a pair of very light hands. After cleaning my wound, he transfused my blood at the same time... There is actually a set of blood transfusion equipment here!

Then, like a tailor, he carefully sewed up the thirteen knives on my body! I feel like a rag doll that has been torn apart and now stitched back piece by piece.

The fat man stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me, looked at my eyes half-closed, and said with a smile, "You will have a lot of scars on your body in the future, and you won't be able to wear short sleeves in summer."

I tried hard to squeeze a smile out of my face, but my facial muscles were a little stiff... I felt like I had no strength at all, not even the strength to control my facial muscles!

Then the doctor turned me over and lay on my side. I let him play with me like a puppet, and I hardly felt anything. The clothes at the back were cut by the scissors, and the blood was coagulated in some places. When the clothes were torn apart, there was a bloody shackle, which was very painful, but my consciousness was slow at the moment, and I only felt a few instinctive tremors in my body.

"Damn." The doctor stared at my back for a few seconds, then turned his head and glanced at the fat man: "I said Dahai... this kid is so fucking tough! Look at this back, it's all beaten up!" There's a honeycomb! Damn, a piece of flesh is rotten."

The fat man said indifferently: "I was shot with an earthen gun. Iron sand bullets are not very lethal, but they are large and large. It's luck if you don't hit your face! Stop talking nonsense and clean up quickly."

The doctor curled his lips: "This work is meticulous, add more money!"

The fat man didn't say a word, and directly wiped a gold ring from his finger: "I don't have much money with me, so you can pawn this."

The doctor took it over, his hands were covered with blood, but he took the ring and put it in his mouth and bit it hard to make sure it wasn't a fake, so he wiped it on his body and put it in his arms.

Then the doctor took out a small pair of tweezers, put a lens on the eye, and spent a full hour on the bloody flesh on my back, inlaid those pieces on the flesh piece by piece. The iron sand tweezers came out.

The whole process took a full hour. The effect of the morphine on my body has gradually faded, and finally I was in so much pain that beads of sweat kept falling from my forehead, and the fat man stopped standing, but pressed me hard beside me, not letting me move.

This guy is so strong! A pair of big palms held me down, and I couldn't move my body, but the doctor behind was still not satisfied: "Don't move! Don't let him move!"

The fat man was also sweating, anxiously: "I'll give you a try! This kid is quite strong!"

Finally, my eyes went black and I passed out again...

When I woke up, it was already broad daylight, and I was wrapped in bandages on my upper body, as well as my thighs. My body was like a mummy, and I couldn't even move my head.

I woke up with pain, and people who haven't tried it can't understand this feeling! Even though his body was wrapped up, at first his muscles seemed to be whipped non-stop by a whip! I twitched again and again, causing my whole body to writhe like a snake.

The fat man was sitting on my bed and smoking a cigarette. When he saw me waking up, he immediately threw the cigarette butt away. He came up and held me down, and shouted: "Boy, I know it hurts, you fucking bear it! Don't open the wound!" "

I was mentally confused under the pain, and cursed indiscriminately in my mouth: "Zen... Ren fucking bird! It hurts me to death!"

I was sweating profusely, and the pain had taken over my entire nervous system.

To be honest, I was in tears.

It's not that I'm weak, it's that at this time, the secretion of lacrimal glands is out of control! It's like someone punched you in the nose, and you can't help crying after being sore! Let alone tears at this moment, my mouth is full of snot, my face is dirty, tears, snot and sweat are mixed together. The fat man held me tightly. However, the strength of a person's struggle under extreme pain is beyond imagination. The fat man became anxious and couldn't help shouting: "Old-fashioned and old-fashioned! You fucking come here quickly! This kid is crazy!"

The doctor's cold voice came from a distance: "Crazy, you fucking ghost! You haven't been injured before! I don't know if this is a normal reaction! The pain will pass after a while, just hold him down and don't move."

The fat man was sweating: "Give him another shot of morphine."

"It's gone." The doctor said coldly: "You treat my place as a big hospital! It would be great if you can get some of those things."

I couldn't help screaming in pain at first, and my voice became hoarse. The fat man covered my mouth and said sharply, "Don't scream! You want to die!" Then he just pulled something and stuffed my mouth.

I was trembling with pain, my fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly, my knuckles protruded and turned white!

Fortunately, the pain came and went. After a few minutes, I took a breath and gradually stopped. The fat man saw that I was not moving, so he let go of his hand, wiped his forehead, and scolded with a smile: "You boy is like him!" Mom is like a calf, I almost can't hold you down."

I was still in pain, gasping for breath, unable to speak, the fat man lit a cigarette, stuck it in my mouth, and said in a deep voice, "Take a puff, take a puff, it might feel better."

To be honest, I felt like a baby had found a pacifier at the time. I bit the cigarette butt and bit the filter to pieces. I took several puffs desperately. I sucked down a third of a cigarette in one breath, and the fat man quickly took it. open. I was puffing smoke from my mouth, my eyes were looking at the ceiling, my body was trembling faintly, I gritted my teeth and said nothing...

At this moment, my heart is full of hatred!

This day is very difficult!

I can't remember how many times I fell asleep, but just after falling asleep, I was awakened by the pain, then struggled for a while, fell asleep again after being exhausted, and then woke up again after a while.

Repeatedly, after this day, the fat man was exhausted, but the doctor never intervened. Just come here occasionally to check on my injuries. He looked indifferent, as if I was not a living person in front of him, but a dead pig.

I don't know the exact time, but the lights in the room turned on and off, and outside the window on one side, the small piece of sky the size of a palm turned black and then white, so I knew that another day had passed.

In the afternoon of the second day, I finally recovered.

In the words of the fat man, I survived!

Although my body was still in pain, my face turned pale, and I was struggling to speak, but basically no one needed to hold me down. Occasionally, when the pain passed, I could still talk to the fat man.

The doctor didn't show up again, and the fat man and I were left in the house.

"How do you feel?" He found a chair and sat beside my bed, with his legs crossed at the head of the bed, looking at me while smoking a cigarette.

I forced a smile: "Thank you! You saved my life!"

He smiled, leaned over and stretched out a thick palm to wipe the snot, sweat, and of course tears from my face.

Then, he suddenly asked me a question.

"Ask a question I asked you the day before yesterday. Now, do you still think this matter... worth it?"

The fat man looked at me with a half-smile...