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Qi Yanyue had always had a bad temper, so she had already gotten used to it. She didn't argue with him and only silently stepped forward to support Fang Mo.

Yue and Seven were partners. One was soft, the other was tough. They just happened to meet each other.

Yue then grabbed Seven's arm, signalling him to stop arguing with Yin Yanyue.

Seven rubbed his lips and finally gave up. He lowered his head and silently lit a cigarette.

After fifteen minutes, Fang Mo was finally placed on a large bed in the base room. The team's senior doctor was also called over to check on his injuries.

After safely serving Fang Mo, everyone planned to leave to do what they needed to do, leaving only Yin Yanyue behind.

"A."

Seven o'clock lit up a cigarette, coldly glanced at her and said, "Although Silver, you're still in the team, so you should give out a quest. Don't think about leaving the quest to us."

He was talking about Alloch.

In the past, the mission had always been done jointly by Yin Xianyue and Allocer. Now that something had happened to Allocer, there were no more missions. Therefore, the amount of work that should have belonged to them fell to the other members.

Yin Yanyue looked at him deeply but didn't reply.

Without another word, he smoked the cigarette in his hand and left the room.

"His ribs are broken and his right shoulder is dislocated. He probably has some internal bleeding and needs a CT scan first."

The doctor's voice suddenly sounded from behind her, instantly bringing Yin Yanyue back to her senses.

The medical equipment in the team was very complete. Because these agents were injured often but couldn't go to the hospital often, the team had a small hospital of their own.

Yin Yanyue's face did not change, and she said slowly, "Please treat him, I will go find a team with scars."

The old doctor nodded. After suddenly bringing in a stranger, he really did want to explain the situation to the scarring team.

However, just as Yin Yeyue turned around, she heard a hoarse voice from behind her, "You're not allowed to leave …"

Of course, this sound came from Fang Mo's mouth.

Yin Yanyue's footsteps stopped.

Did this man think that someone would harm him again? The old doctor had given him free treatment, why was he still grumbling?

Yin Yanyue ignored him, walking out of the room and headed for the squad.

However, she had only walked five steps when she heard a "dong" sound from inside the room. It was the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

Immediately after, the old doctor's figure dashed out of the door, and he shouted anxiously, "A, hold on. If he doesn't cooperate with the treatment, how can an old man like me move him? "

A person who suffered such a heavy injury actually struggled to get up from the bed and chase up to Yin Yanyue.

Yin Yanyue frowned. After a few seconds of hesitation, he turned around and muttered, "What is this man doing …"

The moment he returned to the room, he saw Fang Mo sprawled on the floor, his left hand extended in an attempt to crawl out.

"What do you want?"

Yin Yanyue stood in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly. "Would doctors even harm you?"

Fang Mo was silent.

Other than believing that Yin Xiaoyue wouldn't harm him, no one else believed him.

"Sure."

Yin Yanyue sighed helplessly. She looked at the old doctor, asking him, "Can I help with the treatment?"

"Of course you can!"

The old doctor agreed without hesitation. Even an old man like him would not be able to control such a heavy man.

Thereafter, Yin Chengyue and the old doctor spent a lot of effort to lift Fang Mo from the ground onto the bed.

The old doctor first fixed his dislocated right shoulder, then used disinfectant to wipe off the blood all over his body.

"Take his pants off."

The old doctor disinfected her while saying, "I see that he also has a wound on his leg."

Yin Yanyue was slightly startled. Although he was unwilling to, but in the end, he still slowly undid his belt.

Just as her hand touched his pants, a woman in nurse's clothes came in.

"Doctor, they're all ready."

The woman glanced at Yin Yanyue and finally turned her gaze back to the old doctor.

The old doctor nodded without raising his head, "Ok, I will give him 600 to see the situation."

That nurse nodded and quickly took the blood from Fang Mo, intending to go to the blood bank to match his blood type.

"Wait."

Yin Chengyue suddenly called out to her with a troubled face, "Could I trouble you to take a look at the wound on his leg?"

"Give me a hand." The nurse glanced at Fang Mo's pants again. "There's still one more over there that's bleeding heavily. There aren't enough people."

Yin Yanyue opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the nurse had already walked out of the room.

At this moment, the old doctor frowned and urged anxiously, "Don't be stunned. This situation can't be delayed."

Even though Fang Mo was still in a half conscious state, if he were to be placed on an ordinary person, his injuries would have probably reached the sky long ago.

Yin Yanyue breathed a sigh of relief, then helplessly started to take off his pants again.

Thinking about it this way, even though she had partnered with Allocer for many years and Allocer had been injured quite a few times in the past few years, it was still the first time she had helped a grown man remove his pants and examine his wounds.

"Hiss —"

Fang Mo's body suddenly tensed as he sucked in a breath of cold air.

Yin Yanyue's hand stopped, he had already taken off half of his pants. When he looked down, he could only see blood on his right thigh.

Broken pieces of flesh stuck together with his pants. Pulling them off like this was tantamount to pulling his flesh off. The pain was really unimaginable.

The old doctor glanced at his thigh. His expression couldn't help but change, but there was still a hint of a joking tone in his voice. "Could it be that I twisted his leg in the meat grinder?"

Fang Mo closed his eyes, not in the mood to reply.

Yin Yanyue gave up trying to pull his pants, looking a little serious, "Let's give him an injection of anesthetic."

If the pain was on her body, she would have fainted countless times, but Fang Mo didn't even make a sound.

The old doctor hesitated for a few seconds, but in the end, he still nodded his head and took out a bottle of anesthetic from a shelf on the side.

Fang Mo half opened his eyes, almost forcing out a word from between his teeth, "No need."

Isn't that obvious?

He was already in so much pain.

"I won't charge you for the anesthetic." Yin Yanyue looked at him coldly, and said in a tone that did not allow rejection, "Sleep peacefully, you'll be better when you wake up."

Fang Mo's eyes suddenly widened, bloodshot and terrifyingly ferocious.

He raised his voice and repeated, "No!"

Judging from his attitude, if the old doctor was forced to give him anesthetic, he would probably roll over from the bed again.

"Alright." Yin Yanyue took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, "There's no need to fight, let him endure."

She reckoned that Fang Mo was afraid that once she was drugged, someone would harm her when she wasn't awake.

This man was hopeless. Did he suffer from some kind of paranoia?

He always felt that someone was going to harm him.