Chapter 865：

Chapter 865

"How is brother?"

Qiao sat on the other side anxiously, waiting for Zhu Jiu to check for He Yunting.

On the bed, He Yunting's body was glowing with faint blue light, and the palm-sized silver scales on his right cheek and left chest were all weird and beautiful.

Zhao Yi was right. He gave He Yunting a large dose of sleeping pills. Zhu Jiubao went to check it countless times, but he didn't wake up.

He lay quietly on the bed without breathing.

Yes, he is not breathing. When Qiao Yi found that he was not breathing, she was shocked, until she saw three very thin royal blue lines growing around his cheeks. Zhu Jiu said that they were cheeks.

He Yunting, he has mutated.

The same thing as the stuff in Fei Wenxuan's laboratory, mutated.

"He was shot five times in total." Zhu Jiu said, "However, I only saw traces of bullets taken in two places."

Joe was taken aback, "What do you mean? What about the other three gunshot wounds? Why didn't they deal with it?"

Zhu Jiu turned the person over and pointed to the bullet hole on his waist to explain to Qiao Yi, "This is the most serious injury. Look, the skin around the bullet hole has proliferated and covered the original wound. He drank it. You have so much blood. Logically speaking, if you have taken a bullet, the skin here should have returned to normal long ago. It shouldn't be like this."

Qiao stretched out his hand to caress the hideous wound, He Yunting's skin was cold, much lower than a normal person's body temperature, but it seemed that the palm of her hand was very hot.

Zhu Jiu said again, "I don't know why they didn't take the shrapnel. The position of the shrapnel is so tricky. If you don't take it..." He was silent suddenly.

As soon as Joe looked up at him, his eyes were black and shiny, "If you don't take it, what will happen?"

Zhu Jiu pointed to the other two gunshot wounds, “These two places don’t hurt the vitals. If you don’t take them, you won’t take them. Except that it hurts to death every day, it’s not fatal. But this one.”

He suddenly covered He Yunting's spine and touched down inch by inch. When he touched the wound, he didn't know where he was pressed. He Yunting immediately reacted, shaking like chaff.

Qiao went to bed quickly, snatched He Yunting from Zhu Jiu's hand, held him in his arms, and looked at him vigilantly: "Brother, what are you doing, you hurt him."

Wish Nine: "..."

Didn’t you ask me to check it? Big sister! ! !

"What did you find out?"

"Shrapnel stuck in the spine. I suspect he hurt his nerve."

Qiao couldn’t understand these professional terms, "So what?"

Zhu Jiu glanced at He Yunting's lower body, meditated for two seconds, and still told the truth, "He shouldn't be able to stand up anymore."

Joe exploded with a buzz in his head.

"What are you talking about? You said who can't stand up, he's fine, why can't stand up anymore, brother, you can't do this, He Yunting is fine, he drank so much blood from me, why can't he stand up? I don't believe it. I do not believe."

Qiao Yi couldn't listen to Zhu Jiu's words at all, put down He Yunting, and rushed to the door to call Zhao Yi. Isn't he a doctor? Why did He Yunting become like this? Why did she become like this after walking for two years.

Can't stand up! What kind of can't stand up, can't stand up like Qiao Er?

Pentium’s thoughts reminded her of Qiao Er’s appearance when she had just finished the operation. The 180+ guys were thinned into a skeleton frame because of the major leg surgery, with two thin legs hidden under the quilt. From then on , He can no longer participate in everything related to the legs.

He only has the upper body, and the lower body is a decoration, which is a joke.

The hostility floating in his chest made Qiao Yi turn over the rudimentary equipment in the house while running, and even the water in the water tank felt her mood swings, and he rolled violently.

Huge fear swept through her.

"One by one, come back soon, your husband, seems to be awake..."

(End of this chapter)