It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

The wounds on his arm were so deep that the bones could be seen.

The five wounds dug by the pen fairy's nails were so deep that the bones could be seen. It might be because the pen fairy's nails were too sharp. The five wounds were abnormally smooth. If you raise your hand along the wound, you can even see these wounds stacked together, and the arm looks intact.

However, once you raise your hand along the wound, the white bones on his wrist can be revealed.

Looking at the wound on his arm, Wu Wen's first reaction was the knife flower that spun on the fish.

"My goodness, if I didn't have this resignation and there was still blood in my body, these wounds would have completely cut my artery." Wu Wen looked at the wound on his arm and was extremely frightened.

However, compared with the wound on his arm, the wound on his chest was obviously more terrifying.

His chest was directly pierced by the Pen Fairy's hand, but fortunately the flesh could move, so his bones were not broken or damaged, but a bloody hole was dug out in the whole chest, and the flesh on the broken surface was uneven.

You can even see the dead heart that has re-condensed into a real object through the broken chest.

Wu Wen looked at his chest injury for a long time and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, the Pen Fairy didn't pull out all the flesh on my chest, otherwise it wouldn't be able to be sutured." Wu Wen endured the pain in his arm and took out the absorbable sutures and Yunnan Baiyao he bought from under the seat of the tram.

As for whether the wound can heal without blood, it can only be prayed for.

However, Wu Wen thinks that there is a high probability that it will heal, and it should heal quickly, otherwise why would the game give such a reward.

Although giving up is not a reward from the game, it is always an additional reward of the reward.

Every movement of his arms means that the wound on his arm will be torn open, which undoubtedly means extreme pain.

Wu Wen grimaced in pain, but still poured the Yunnan Baiyao he bought on it.

To be honest, I always feel used to the pain after a long time. At least now this kind of knife-like pain only brings numbness to me.

I don’t know how these nerve signals are transmitted without blood?

While thinking about the unreasonable problems in his body, Wu Wen took out the suture thread and inserted it into the suture needle with a curved hook.

I really didn’t expect that this thing could be sold. Originally, he thought he could only buy some steel needles for suture.

I have to say that his superb corpse suture technology is really awesome. As soon as he got the suture needle, he immediately felt it.

Wu Wen’s left hand can hold the suture needle skillfully.

As the needle penetrated the skin, a pain came from his arm again.

Wu Wen even dared not look directly at the act of stitching his own wounds.

There is an instinctive rejection reaction to hurting oneself. Even if he knows that the wound is being stitched, he always feels that he can't do it.

Wu Wen exhaled, not caring about his rejection, and forcefully inserted the needle into his flesh.

The five wounds on his arm were scratched by nails and were close to each other, but for the sake of safety, they could not be stitched together directly.

Wu Wen threaded the needle and stitched the wounds on his flesh one by one.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. If you look closely, you can clearly see that there are also obvious fine beads of sweat on his back.

This hurts.

"Damn, this is raw stitching!" Wu Wen gritted his teeth, and the human skin standing next to him was very understanding and put a cigarette in his mouth.

"Click!" As the cigarette butt was ignited, Wu Wen took a deep breath and continued to immerse himself in this superb stitching technique.

With the help of superb corpse suturing technology, he was able to operate with one hand smoothly.

The five wounds on his right arm were divided into five groups, and a total of 65 stitches were needed to sew all the wounds together.

Wu Wen cut off the end of the thread and stretched out his right hand to try to bend and straighten it.

The suture line on the skin brought a tight feeling, but the pain was much less than before.

"Fortunately, no matter what, it is still useful for suturing." Wu Wen breathed a sigh of relief, and then threaded the needle again to sew the wound on his left arm.

The beautiful figure holding an oil-paper umbrella on his chest turned her head at some point, revealing her cute face without eyeballs.

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At this time, her eyeless eyes were staring closely at the wound that Wu Wen had stitched up with her teeth bared, and a faint smile actually appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Fortunately, Wu Wen didn't see it, otherwise he might have been so angry that he hit his chest hard as punishment for Bixian.

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The pain of stitching is intertwined with the pain of the wound. This pain is not too severe in the arm, after all, there is no need to sew the inside.

The hole in the chest not only needs to be sutured on the surface, but also the muscle layer inside needs to be sutured.

This is undoubtedly more painful. After all, no matter how you move, you will touch the flesh and blood in the wound. It is simply more torture than torture.

Wu Wen shivered in pain and bit the cigarette butt in his mouth in half, but he still sat there and sewed to himself.

As for the issue of disinfection, hey, how can he disinfect it now that he doesn’t even have blood!

After another full hour of hard work, Wu Wencai finally completely sutured his wounds together.

Sweat dripped down on the floor of the garage. After sewing for an hour, Wu Wen's whole body felt sore and exhausted.

But this feeling was only psychological. His heart was constantly releasing cold death, relieving his body's fatigue.

The human skin has been squatting in front of Wu Wen, wiping away its tears. Although it has no tears, Wu Wen's pain in its eyes is like carving the small heart of the human skin with a knife, which is heartbreaking. .

Although it has no heart, this does not prevent it from being full of love for Wu Wen.

It is indeed full of love, the whole skin is filled with love!

"Pfft!" When he is tired of crying, he will fart to relieve his mood. It can be said that he is loyal.

"Oh!" Wu Wen let out a long breath and picked up the raincoat and shirt he had thrown on the tram.

Although I really don’t want to wear it, I can’t do it without wearing the pen tattoo on my chest and the shadow on my back.

Wu Wen put on his shirt slowly and put on his raincoat in the garage first.

As for the injury on the arm, let it be exposed, since it has been stitched up anyway.

Wu Wen recharged the electric car, then put on his backpack and asked the human skin to walk out of the garage.

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Although the mission had not officially started yet, I still had to rush there as soon as possible. At the very least, I would step in and see what kind of state these girls were in at night.

Thinking of the mission, Wu Wen felt a little heavy.

I didn't gain anything after running around all day. I don't know if it's because the mission hasn't started yet, or because of other factors, but overall, I'm afraid the amount of missions this time will not be small.