Chapter 641： Treating diseases? Suck with your mouth?

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"Thirteen, I am seeing a doctor." The pace of coming is light, a smile that is flattering, and he came over, and he still has five cards in his hand.

How is it again? Seeing the disease again?

In the big dyeing tank of the mercenary city, it is always a good thing not to go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

Ye Lingyue will see a doctor, and after the detoxification is passed out, many mercenaries will come to the hospital.

Because the points charged for seeking medical treatment are much faster than the task, in the principle of not making a fool, Ye Lingyue simply opened a small clinic in the shop.

Five brands are issued daily and only five patients are accepted.

I don't know when I started, and I was convinced that Ye Lingyue was Hong XIII. Every day, I found nothing to go to the small shop.

Ye Lingyue naturally refused to admit it, a sorcerer, a phoenix of peach blossoms, she was entangled, and another more affection, she really has to be burnt.

She glared at the broom and rushed for a few times, but she couldn’t keep going and she was more diligent.

In the past few days, he simply went out and bought all the five cards for the day that he had sent out, and wrapped Ye Lingyue all day.

"How many times have I told you, I am not what you said thirteen." Ye Lingyue had a black face that had become darker.

"You are thirteen. So insidious, so count will be counted, the world is unique, it is my thirteen." Thin feelings stunned a pair of good-looking peach eyes, smirking at Ye Lingyue.

Earlier, because he had a different smell, he almost missed thirteen.

After the Hongling Lang and others were able to fight from Ye Lingyue, the thin feelings found a flaw.

That sinister shameless face, after each successful person, the smile is bent like a pair of new moons, that is his Hong Xie.

Lan Caier lost to Ye Lingyue a very sympathetic look, very automatically went inside the smelting room, lobbied Xiaolongbao to his own refining artifact.

She knows that this kind of sentiment is not entangled in Ye Lingyue one day, it will not go.

"Thin captain, I don't know what you are talking about, and I am here to see a doctor. You are alive and well, no disease, no pain, don't hinder me from practicing medicine... save people." Ye Lingyue ignored the feelings.

"Who said that I am not sick, I am sick, but I am still sick." The speed of the episode was extremely fast, hiding the broom in Ye Lingyue’s shop behind him, so that Ye Lingyue would be rushing.

Seeing his move, Ye Lingyue became weaker.

"Thin captain, you are saying, what disease did you commit this time?"

The affair has been in her shop for more than 20 days.

From the headache, headache, brain heat, to diarrhea, limb weakness, night sleep, sleepwalking, and then the appetite is not good, and Ye Lingyue suspects that except for pregnancy, the feelings are all used.

"I was smashed by poisonous mosquitoes. It is a poisonous mosquito in the mountain. If you look at a big thief's bag, you can't go down. I suspect that I am dying. Before I die, I will run to see you last." "There is no hesitation in thin feelings, and I have picked up my sleeves."

More delicate than the woman on the arm, there is a big red cockroach, the blood on the top of the pus, it looks quite like it.

The thin feelings will not tell Ye Lingyue, in order to find a cause, he has turned over and over in the past few days, and the night is not awkward.

It was hard to make him think of a good way to poison the mosquito bites.

He ran to the forest yesterday, and got rid of the light, just to bite a bag by the poisonous mosquito king, but unfortunately, as Fukuzawa's extremely deep "Jubao boy", the lustful luck, it is good to burst.

In the cool breeze blowing in the mountains, he only had a big bag on his arm.

This is not early in the morning, he can't wait to "see a doctor."

Ye Lingyue carefully looked at the bag, which is indeed a very powerful poisonous mosquito bite. If it is not healed, it will be ulcerated in a few days.

If the thin feeling grows so beautiful, if a big pustule is left on the hand, the scene is not enough to be eye-catching.

Ye Lingyue licked his temples, and there was no way to make a fuss.

This is a child who grows up.

After seeing him for so many days, he sent his nearly 10,000 points to the pre-medication, she will help him cure.

"There may be some pain, endure." Said, Ye Lingyue took out a very special knife, this knife, Ye Lingyue borrowed from Yunxiao.

Hearing Yunxiao said that this is a special knife for her home. It is very convenient for cutting wounds. The name of the knife is called a scalpel.

Ye Lingyue tried it once and thought it was easy to use. He asked Yunxiao to draw a sketch. He chose the finest iron, and merged a part of the star-shaped iron to refine it. It really works well.

See the knife in the hand of Ye Lingyue, grotesque, cold, shimmering, beautiful, unspoken face, brushed white.

"Thirteen, can we talk about it, change the way, I am afraid of pain, but also dizzy."

"To clean up the poisonous blood, you can only open the knife." Ye Lingyue has no expression.

"Then, before you open the knife, you hold me or I hold you, so I am bolder." The thin face continued to pale.

"The rule is not cured, with you, no longer rule out the poisonous blood, your arm will be abolished." Ye Lingyue yelled at him.

"Is there any other way?" The thin voice is getting weaker and weaker, and the body is shaking like the autumn wind sweeping leaves.

"There is still a way to **** the poisonous blood out." Ye Lingyue saw a look of fainting in the past, hesitating.

"Suck, is it a mouth? If you help me to **** me, I don't mind." The flirtatious smile is more like a flower.

Thirteen help him to take poisonous blood, this scene, I think he is very good.

"If the thin captain doesn't mind, it can help you **** in the next."

The joy of thin feelings has not lasted for a few seconds, and an extremely bad voice behind him makes the smile of the lover unable to hang.

In the small shop, two people came in again.

It is Wu Zhonghe and Jiu Jiu.

This is a tall head, a station in a small shop, the space suddenly forced up.

"Who wants you to suck, this is not a good thing without broken sleeves." The thin feeling stood up and stood up with Wu.

"Oh? The young master does not like men? That was outside the city, who called the person who made Hong XIII, and who is unclear with Hong Yulang?" Wu Chong looked cold.

Nine-nine has already told him about his love for his woman.

Ye Lingyue’s face was a headache, and the nine behind him was a look of lively look.

There are always so many people in life, so things are destined, for example, Wu Zhong and Feng Yu, fall in love with the same person.

For example, if you look at it, you will like it.

Or, from the first meeting, Wu Zhong and Xiao Qing are not against each other.