The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife

Hexi raised her head, then she pulled over a person casually and said, “You come here, hold him down for me. Don’t let him move no matter what!”

The soldier who was pointed out was startled and repeated blankly, “Me? Is it me?”

Ouyang Haoxuan chuckled, “Xi Yue, I don’t need someone to hold me down, I won’t move. I can bear this pain.”

Hexi raised her eyes and looked at him with a sneer, “Okay, you said that. Since you are so tolerant, you don’t care even if your arm is chopped off, so I think anesthetics aren’t necessary. I will suture the meridians in a while. You can endure the process. If you dare to move during this period, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

Ouyang Haoxuan was taken aback, but Hexi did not give him a chance to repent. Countless silver needles had already appeared in her hand.

Some of these silver needles were ordinary acupuncture needles, and some were suture needles with catgut.

With a solemn face, she asked the soldier to hold Ouyang Haoxuan’s arm and place it about five centimeters away from the wound of the broken arm.

The little soldier tremblingly grabbed the cold, bloody arm. Seeing Hexi continuously sticking the needle to Ouyang Haoxuan. He couldn’t help but say in a tremble, “Mis… mister, what are you doing? “

“Shut up! Don’t move!” In fact, He Xi was a little angry. Ouyang Haoxuan’s deadly combat style would one day finish his life, but she also knew that Ouyang Haoxuan needed to vent his anger. Otherwise, he would go crazy.

Hexi only said four words, then all the preparations were ready.

At the next moment, everyone, yes, everyone, including Chen Guang, 100,000 Zhenwei Army, and Cai Jie, all had their eyes attracted by Hexi. They were staring at her every move. They wished they could wipe their eyes to see if this was real.

Hexi had a pair of slender and white jade-like hands.

At this time, her hands were dancing as fast as white butterflies flying through flowers. In the dance, the catgut interlaced.

These needles and threads were treated with special medicine, and they had been soaked in the spirit spring. They had special toughness and could be integrated into the human body after stitching. It wouldn’t cause any harm.

The cold silver needle went in and out of Ouyang Haoxuan’ wound, then the needle connected to the broken arm in the soldier’s hands with the same process.

After just a dozen minutes, Ouyang Haoxuan’s face was already covered with sweat, his face was pale, and the clothes on his back were drenched in sweats.

That was not the pain of flesh being cut, but the real suture of the meridians.

However, no one cared whether he was hurt or not. Even Chen Guang’s eyes were attracted by Hexi’s every move, and he couldn’t bother about anything else.

Seeing that all the meridians were connected by the catgut, Hexi pulled her hand abruptly.

That broken arm came out from the little soldier’s hand and slammed onto the wound. They were stitched tightly.

Ouyang Haoxuan finally couldn’t help but let out a muffled snort.

Hexi’s hands kept moving. She quickly picked up another needle with catgut and sew for one round on the outer skin.

After Hexi cut the last knot of the catgut, a drop of sweat dripped from Hexi’s forehead onto her long eyelashes.

Before she wiped it off with her sleeves, a pair of warm hands stretched out with a silk handkerchief and gently wiped her sweaty forehead and eyelashes.