Chapter 722 Like a Strange Flower

The doctor raised his head and looked at Mu Gu with beseeching eyes.

Mu Gu is an outsider, he just said lightly: "Listen to the person involved."

Now, his heart felt tight and painful as if it had been sliced ​​by a sharp knife.

Gu Yanhao understands Song Wuyou's temperament, if she doesn't allow anesthesia, she must not be given anesthesia.

Otherwise, as she said, I would rather not take it.

In the end, he complied with her wishes and told the doctor not to anesthetize her, but to take the bullet for her.

He was ready for her to scream in pain, and let her bite his arm if she couldn't stand it.

but……

When the doctor carefully helped Song Wuyou take out the bullet with pliers, Song Wuyou clenched his teeth tightly!

It hurts!

But she is enduring it!

When the pliers entered the wound, it was as painful as being sucked out of the bone marrow of the whole body.

This pain almost made me dizzy.

The muscles on Song Wuyou's face were tense because of his excessive forbearance.

His face was extremely pale.

Beads of sweat on the forehead, the size of soybeans, popped out one by one, and then slid down...

She gritted her teeth tightly and said nothing.

Gu Yanhao, Mu Gu, and Huang Ling felt extremely heartbroken seeing her like this.

Song Wuyou didn't cry, but Huang Ling did.

She stood by, weeping silently.

She felt pain even looking at it like this, Song Wuyou must be in pain.

When the pliers came to the position of the bullet, Song Wuyou was so painful that he almost fainted.

Even so, she didn't squeak, but made a sound of pain.

However, the hand that was tightly held by Gu Yanhao was tightly clenched into a fist.

Seeing her enduring this, Gu Yanhao, who never cried, his eyes became hot and bloodshot.

He still failed to protect her and hurt her——

"Clang--"

The bullet was finally taken out, and the bloody bullet was thrown into an iron basin.

The iron basin was filled with clear water, and when the bullet fell, the blood stained on it immediately exploded, like a coquettish flower...

At this moment, Song Wuyou's tense body was like a deflated balloon, leaning limply in Gu Yanhao's arms.

Her inner clothes were already wet with sweat.

Gu Yanhao hugged her and said in a deep voice, "Okay, it's taken out."

Song Wuyou didn't have the strength to laugh, let alone speak, she panted lightly.

The doctor glanced at Song Wuyou with admiration, and said, "I'll give you some painkiller powder that won't affect the fetus."

"Hmm..." Song Wuyou replied weakly, his whole body was limp.

After applying the powder, the doctor took out the sofa and bandaged the wound.

The painkiller powder is sprinkled on the wound, causing a burst of numbness. This painkiller powder also has the effect of stopping bleeding.

It's good to bandage the wound, Song Wuyou's spirit has improved a bit.

The doctor told her what to eat and what not to eat, and then packed the medicine box.

"Mu Gu, you're hurt." At this moment, Huang Ling came to her senses and looked at Mu Gu complicatedly.

The doctor paused, turned his head, and glanced at Huang Ling meaningfully. The woman who directly called your name must have a difficult relationship with you, right?

Looking at Mu Gu's arm again, the blood has already flowed down his arm and touched the ground, like a strange flower, a piece of red——

"Your Excellency, may I help you with your wound?" The doctor came over and looked at Mu Gu respectfully.

Mu Gu glanced at him, then stared fixedly at Song Wuyou's bandaged wound.

He sat cross-legged, and the doctor came over with a medicine box and treated his wound.