Poison Genius Consort

Take off your clothes?

In the eyes of the man, there was a dangerous smudge in the eyes, and it was obviously unwilling to move.

In the dark, Han Han still saw the man staring at her.

"Look what it looks like, don't take off how I see the wound? You are a man, I am a woman, and I am not you because of the loss." Han Yu said, hands-on.

Lin Yun, the president of Lingyun Hospital, was right. In front of the doctor, there really is no difference between men and women. At least, Han Yu has long been used to it.

Han Han’s hand is approaching, but the man is open, and seems to hate the woman’s touch.

"I am coming by myself." Only then, every word is cold and there is no temperature.

Although the poisoning is not shallow, this guy's strength is still there. The three, five, and two will soon take off their coats. In fact, in the dark, Han Hao really did not see anything.

The human body is not so similar. She can find the main acupuncture points of the human body when she closes her eyes. Two golden needles pierce the acupuncture points near the man's heart, first stabilize the toxicity. Then she uses the gold needle to collect some blood on the wound.

The man immediately felt that the feeling of chest tightness was relieved, and he gradually relaxed after he was on the alert.

"Wait a minute, I will go get the lights."

I got up and went to the bedroom. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Han put the blood into the detoxification system and found an unexpected result.

This poison is a mixture of snake venom. After all, modern snake venom is different from ancient snake venom. Many ancient venomous snakes have been extinct in modern times. Therefore, there are only relevant records in the detoxification system, and there is no corresponding antidote stored, even the preparation of antidote. There are no herbs.

Knowing these situations, Han Han touched the sword wound on his neck, which was extremely calm. There was no medicine in the absence of medicine. The abominable assassin couldn’t kill the innocent, and she didn’t intend to save him!

So she took some drugs and gadgets that were toxic, and took the lanterns.

As the lights illuminate, Han Yu is far and near, and gradually sees the man. Although he is sitting, but from the body's limbs, this guy is of good shape, at least very tall.

Gradually, the lights are getting closer and closer, and when the lights are shining directly on the man's face, Han is stunned.

God!

This man...

As an assassin, he did not have a masked face, a cold facial line, a three-dimensional facial features, like a **** carved by heavenly work. Even if he was injured and sat there, he was not at all embarrassed, and his body was exuded by the king. Honorable, domineering. In front of him, anyone will feel inferior.

The light illuminates his face, but he can't shine into his dark and deep scorpion. The deep black seems to absorb all the world's things and everything.

It was such a pair of dark and sly scorpions that stared at Han Yu coldly, as if to **** her in.

Han Yu looked obsessed, and when the hand trembled, the lantern fell on the ground. She had seen many excellent men, but she recognized it at a glance, and the man in front had absolutely surrendered capital.

"What are you doing?" The man was unhappy, and he was very disgusted with Han Han’s reaction.

This time, Han Yu quickly moved away from his sight and returned to calm. "No food, no soft hands."

Said, picking up the lantern, approaching, she always looked down and did not look at him again, put the lantern, and then sat next to him, put the potion, cotton swab, gauze, herbs one by one.

The man sees the exquisite workmanship of medical cotton swabs and gauze. Some wonders, "Is this?"

When Han Han didn't hear it, she looked up and checked the wound. However, she always couldn't open her eyes when she saw the wound. This time it broke!

This man's body is good!

The sturdy chest and the well-defined abdomen, under the light of the lights, shine with a charming bronze luster, exudes an irresistible wild atmosphere.

As it turns out, there is no distinction between men and women in front of doctors.

Han Hao has forgotten the wound, and he has not consciously looked at it all over the place, and his ears are so red and red...

(End of this chapter)