LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 47 Take your hands away!
The vehicle was moving forward at a constant speed, the car air conditioner was on to warm the air, and the small space was filled with warmth.
The young man who had just joined the criminal organization seemed to have sprayed some perfume on his body. It was a light herbal aroma. The warm air from the air conditioner brought out a stronger woody aroma, which seemed to be a mixture of agarwood and roses. .
Gin Jiu snorted inexplicably and turned his head towards Tang Muqing, "The newcomer who doesn't even have a codename..."
Oh, the wine to adjust the hammer.
Besides, Gin is not a lustful ghost!
Tang Muqing smiled, put the cigarette between Ginjiu's lips, and sat in the passenger seat with a smile on his face, "You still have to learn that, and you can't let your senior down."
In the passenger seat of the vehicle, Tang Muqing was not at all uneasy about the unknown. He lowered the back of his seat and leaned on it. His long legs were covered with a woolen scarf, and he half-closed his eyes, wondering if he was asleep.
Gin silently finished smoking the cigarette that a certain young man had personally lit for himself, then drove in silence for half an hour, and finally parked the car in front of a dilapidated-looking house.
Tang Muqing yawned and got out of the car. He once again wrapped his scarf around most of his face and put his hands into his coat pockets. "What? Want to do something exciting?"
Haunted house adventure?
"Is heart surgery exciting enough?" Gin snorted coldly, with a hint of disgust in his voice, "Don't you have anything else on your mind besides that matter?"
No matter what he said, could Tang Muqing twist his words into something inappropriate?
"And make money, I like the color of gold very much." Tang Muqing smiled softly, followed Ginjiu and watched him open the door and walk into the room, with a little dissatisfaction with the environment in his eyes.
Gin was unmoved and walked through the living room to the storage room and opened the door.
The inside and outside of the door seemed to be two different worlds, suddenly transformed from dust and dilapidation to a spotless, clean and bright operating room.
Tang Muqing was startled, then turned to look at Gin, "Is it really okay to be anesthetized after drinking alcohol?"
You can’t hide it anymore, right?
Do you just want to kill him? !
"We don't open the chest, we just place a chip close to the heart. The chip has been processed so that there won't be much rejection." Gin explained coldly, looking at the doctor who was sitting quietly in the corner, " It should be fine without anesthesia.”
After the words fell, Tang Muqing's pupils trembled slightly.
He watched the doctor's eyes slowly move to Gin, his peach blossom eyes were full of smiles, "Oh?"
Tang Muqing recalled the injuries and surgeries he had suffered in his past and present lives, and finally thought of his two hundred self-inflicted wounds...
Well, it seems possible. After all, I have experienced all kinds of death methods two hundred times, and I was even blown to pieces by Gin without any martial ethics.
"I don't mind, but I'm a little afraid of pain. You..." Tang Muqing nodded, hung his coat on the hanger outside the door, took off his suit jacket and untied his tie.
He raised his chin slightly to unbutton the button, but looked straight at Gin, "You have to stay here with me."
Let him suffer, right?
General anesthesia is a danger for those who violate laws and disciplines. The original plan should only be partial anesthesia, allowing him to watch a dangerous chip being implanted in his body, while also allowing him to confirm that he had implanted it. The chip will not be taken out easily, but...
Although he had cut himself off so many times and was no longer afraid of pain, it didn't stop him from using this excuse to show off his gin.
Gin hummed inexplicably, hooked his feet over the high chair next to him and sat on it, "Yeah."
You really have to keep an eye on him, because what if this kid flirts with the doctor too much and the doctor stabs Tang Muqing backhand?
Little doctor:......
Do you understand sterile environment?
Although it is just a small operation to break open the skin and bury the chip, it will not even break the muscle layer, but it still requires an operation!
Sterile! Sterile!
The young doctor hesitated to speak, and was slightly startled when he met Gin's gloomy gaze.
He blinked and silently turned around to prepare the utensils.
Okay, I'll put some more iodophor on him later and it will be his final conscience, in case there is a bacterial infection or something...
Don't blame him.
The gray-pink shirt was thrown aside casually. The young man's upper body was exposed, and his complexion was a little unhealthy pale, but the development of his muscle lines had nothing to do with his usual weakness.
Gin glanced at it, lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette.
Before placing the cigarette case and matches on the table, a hand quietly moved over.
The young man held his palm without any sense of distance. The part of his wrist exposed to the air was slender and fragile. There were two rings of gold balls and a simple watch on it, which looked particularly delicate under the light of the operating light.
If you apply force, the two circles of gold beads will leave purple traces on your wrist.
Gin raised his eyes and met a pair of curved light brown eyes, "?"
The doctor pressed down on the tremors coming from his fingertips and managed to remain steady. He gestured with the scalpel and made the first cut on the skin exposed in the sterile cloth.
Tang Muqing held Gin Jiu's hand slightly with his palm, and his smiling face seemed to turn pale and sickly in an instant.
Damn, it still hurts so much. If he finds the opportunity, he will give Gin a knife to try the feeling of surgery without anesthesia!
but……
It didn't seem to work, this crazy guy shot himself without even blinking.
Ginjiu glanced at Tang Muqing's lips, which had begun to turn white, and his eyelids twitched.
Can a two centimeter wound cause blood loss to the point where the lips turn white?
This guy is playing him again, right? !
Gin took a puff of cigarette and sent the email while biting the end of the cigarette.
Report on the progress of the mission, report on Tang Muqing's situation, and wait for instructions from the BOSS.
The palm on the back of his hand suddenly tightened, and Gin raised his eyes warily.
Tang Muqing blinked, "It hurts a little."
Gin:......
Gin looked at the doctor who was sweating profusely but still tremblingly burying the chip.
Little doctor:......
Damn, all the knives have been fired.
He used tweezers to hold the sterilized chip but hadn't put it in yet. Was it painful because he didn't have a scalpel to continue cutting?
Or is it because the wound hurts from being blown by the wind? !
The little doctor dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and silently inserted the chip.
Whoever has a gun is right. The white-haired man next to him is smoking and playing with his mobile phone in the operating room. The man on the operating table is not prepared at all, but he is sure that if he is a little abnormal, a bullet will definitely enter his head.
After an unknown amount of time passed, the shivering doctor finally sutured the wound and applied gauze before handing over a piece of paper filled with precautions.
Ginjiu glanced at Tang Muqing, who was looking down at the wound, and finally couldn't help shaking his wrist, and said coldly, "Hands away!"
Whose hand are you touching? !
"The skin is not bad." Tang Muqing obediently let go of his hands, picked up the clothes and put them on. As he fastened the buttons, he stared at Gin and said, "What's next? Take me home? Or kidnap me, a rich second generation, to stay out all night? But …”
Having said this, Tang Muqing couldn't help but smile, not caring about the slit in his chest, "Can I, an obedient patient like me, order a bedside service?"