Obviously, this is not a common injury.

Chu Jin's pupils shrank slightly. No wonder she smelled a bloody smell as soon as she entered this room.

I have to say that this person has a really strong willpower.

After suffering such a serious injury, he didn't say a word, and he just took action to save her.

However, how could an ordinary person suffer such injuries?

Song Shiqin sat down on the stool and spoke in a deep voice, "These wounded ordinary military doctors cannot cure you, please trouble you." His voice was no different from usual, just like the injured person was not him.

Chu Jin stood up and did not ask about the origin of the injury. He walked straight behind him and stood there. Then he opened the medicine box, put on rubber gloves, took out a golden needle from his pocket, sealed the major acupuncture points on his body, and successfully stopped the blood.

"It may hurt a little, please bear it." She spoke softly.

"Hmm." Song Shiqin came out of a syllable from the depths of his throat.

The wound was too big, and it was useless to just rely on golden needles to stop bleeding. Chu Jin took out anti-inflammatory drugs from the medicine box and sprinkled them on his wounds. Then he took out the needle and thread to sew the wounds together.

One stitch and one thread, without any hesitation, and even a frown.

The movements are also extremely neat.

There was no anesthetics or any pain-relieving medicine. The needle and thread were drilled between the skin and flesh, and Song Shiqin did not even have a syllable.

This heart-wrenching pain caused layers of cold sweat to appear on his forehead.

He's a real man.

During the period of suturing the wound, Chu Jin saw that the man had a black manzhushahua tattooed in the right scapula area.

It seems to be blooming on the other side of hell.

Destined to the breath of death.

It is mysterious but dangerous, as if it can swallow people at any time.

The familiar strangeness became even stronger. Chu Jin looked at the Manzhu Shahua and even the movement of the needle in his hand froze.

"A Zi," Chu Jin communicated with A Zi in Zi Lei Space with his consciousness.

"Hmm?" A Zi came to her senses from the tablet, "What's wrong with Brother Jin?"

Chu Jin frowned slightly and continued, "Here is a search for me, is Song Shiqin or Song Shiqin?"

A Zi's face was full of question marks.

"Brother Jin, what do you mean?" Yu Luo said again, "Who else can Song Shiqin be if she is not Song Shiqin?"

Chu Jin closed his eyebrows and hid the emotions in his eyes, "I have a strange feeling. Song Shiqin seems to be not the Song Shiqin he used to be."

Seeing her serious expression, A Zi threw away the melon seeds in her hand, closed her eyes, "I'll check it out."

"good."

It was just that, Song Shiqin frowned slightly, hissed softly, turned his head to look at Chu Jin, "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Chu Jin suddenly came to his senses, and the needle was being penetrated between the flesh and blood, and it had not moved. She passed the needle through quietly and said softly, "No problem, I just suddenly thought of a medicine, you don't have it in this box."

Song Shiqin turned his head and said in a gentle tone, "What medicine? I'll send it here."

"No need," Chu Jin continued his hand and said with a natural expression, "I have found a new drug to replace it."

Song Shiqin did not doubt that he was there, and after saying "hmm", he did not speak.

It was just that A Zi in Zi Lei Space slowly opened her eyes.

Chu Jin said while sewing a needle, "How is it? Have you found out what you found?"

A Zi shook her head, "Brother Jin, you probably are suspicious. Song Shiqin is still the same Song Shiqin as before. I didn't see anything abnormal."

"You're sure." Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly.

The force on his hands was inadvertently increased when he raised his eyebrows, which made Song Shiqin frown slightly, but he didn't say much.

"I'm sure." A Zi nodded solemnly, "Brother Jin, you must be suspicious. Think about it, Song Shiqin is the son of Tiandao and is blessed by Tiandao. No matter who it is, he can't deceive Tiandao's eyes."

yes.

After saying this, Chu Jin was relieved. Why did she forget this? Song Shiqin is the son of Tiandao. Who is so brave that he dares to pretend to be Tiandao's son?

Therefore, Song Shiqin is still Song Shiqin.

However, she had never known the real Song Shiqin before. Maybe Song Shiqin is not the real Song Shiqin now.

He has been hiding himself all the time.

A Zi continued, "Brother Jin, you are actually very good at contacting Song Shiqin." Unable to find the Resurrection Grass, A Zi could only place all her hope on Song Shiqin.

I hope he can bring hope to Chu Jin.

Chu Jin naturally knew what A Zi meant.

However, she really couldn't get her to approach someone with a certain purpose. If she could, she wouldn't want to have too much entanglement with Song Shiqin.

But it just so happens that fate is trying to make people feel bad.

He became his military training instructor.

There are some things she can't refuse, nor can she refuse.

Seeing that Chu Jin was not talking, A Zi stopped talking. She picked up the melon seeds and kowtowed them crunched, holding the tablet in her hand. Life was very leisurely, and he wanted to cherish every day now.

Chu Jin was still sewing the wound, and Song Shiqin cooperated very well from beginning to end and did not move at all.

Soon, more than a dozen centipede-like scars appeared on his back. Although he was no longer bleeding, he still looked a little shocking and his scalp felt numb.

Chu Jin's eyebrows and eyes were as usual, and calmly pulled out the golden needle on his body, and then put it in his pocket.

Finally, I took out a red potion from the medicine box and applied it to the wounds that had been sewn.

I don’t know what the potion was, but Song Shiqin felt that the back was cold and refreshing, and the pain around his body faded like a tide, just like the heart-wrenching pain just now was just an hallucination.

After doing all this, Chu Jin took off the rubber gloves on his hand, took the shirt on his side, and draped it on Song Shiqin's back.

After a moment, she walked to the table, picked up a pen and a piece of paper, and slowly opened her mouth while lowering her eyes to write, "The wound has been treated. During this period, it is not allowed to eat raw and cold food, and then someone will catch several pairs of Chinese medicine on it and boil it on low heat. Boil three bowls of water into a bowl of water, and drink it for three days, once a day."

After saying that, Chu Jin handed the note in his hand to Song Shiqin.

Song Shiqin slowly buttoned the button on his shirt, then reached out to take the piece of paper, and a stunning look flashed in his eyes, "Okay, thank you."

It is still the heroic font with a strong stroke, with a hard handwriting, as if it was about to penetrate the paper.

Such handwriting cannot be practiced without more than ten years of hard work.

Familiar but strange.

Chu Jin smiled lightly, stopped politely, and then said, "Remember to go to the hospital to remove the stitches in three days."

General Song Shiqin put on his coat, "Okay." His movements were very neat, as if he had never been injured before.

Chu Jin looked at Song Shiqin and said in a gentle tone, "If nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Yes." Song Shiqin nodded slightly.

Chu Jin turned around and left.

Seeing that the man was about to walk out of the tent, Song Shiqin said, "Wait a minute." His tone was as normal as he could not hear any changes.

"There is something else?" Chu Jin looked back and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Song Shiqin looked down at her, with a normal expression. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "Leave Mo Zhixuan as soon as possible. If you continue like this, there will be no benefit to you and him. You should not be with him."

He knew he had no position to say this.

But, he must say.

It's not for himself, it's just for her.

He just needs to watch her happy from a distance, but when she is with Mo Zhixuan, she will only fall into endless pain, even death.

Their love is not recognized by the way of heaven.

It is destined to not bloom, nor will it bear fruit.

Song Shiqin looked serious.

Chu Jin smiled and said with a clear tone, "Who should I be with instructor Song?" She slowly lifted her delicate jaw, her eyes were filled with shiny light, but there was an inexplicable chill, which shocked her mind.

Song Shiqin looked as usual, and said in a faint tone, "As long as it is not Mo Zhixuan." In fact, his heart was already in chaos.

How to tell her?

Mo Zhixuan is not her beloved person.

She is not Mo Zhixuan's benefactor either.

No matter who it is, he cannot escape the sanctions of the way of heaven.

Chu Jin looked at him, the smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged, and he said word by word, "But I... I only need Mo Zhixuan." No one is Mo Zhixuan.

Song Shiqin also laughed and continued, "Do you love him?"

"Love," Chu Jin looked at him and opened his red lips and said softly, "And, I love you very much until death."
To be continued...