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Chapter 862
Even so, she still has a drip on her hand, and the white liquid medicine is transmitted into her vein through the infusion tube.

A white gauze was wrapped around her stomach.

The gauze seemed to have not been changed for a long time, and the blood-stained ones could no longer see their original appearance clearly.

Ji Shao ordered his subordinates to bring Shen Xiuran a chair.

Shen Xiuran sat on a chair, with his slender legs crossed together, condescendingly looking down at the dying Xue Wanqing, and asked Ji Shao expressionlessly, "How many knives did you give her in total?"

Ji Shao reported truthfully: "According to your instructions, hang her with potions. When she wakes up and recovers a bit, insert another knife in the original wound. During the second knife, she lost too much blood and almost died. .Professor Liu suggested that she should rest for one more day before execution. So, counting back and forth, she was given four knives in total. The last knife was soaked in salt water. She rolled on the ground in pain, and then passed out. Haven't woken up yet."

That day in the grove, although they gave Xue Wanqing a knife, the knife missed her vitals.

Had she been left alone, she would have died from blood loss.

However, the boss did not do this.

Boss ordered him to take Xue Wanqing to the darkroom, and invited her the best professor in their base to hang her life.

After resuscitating her, give her another knife according to the original cut.

Given two knives like this, if anyone is replaced by one person, I'm afraid they can't hold on to their lives.

But the boss just doesn't let her die.

Plus the boss and the best professor.

So, while torturing her, save her.

In this way, Xue Wanqing was tortured for four days.

Every time Xue Wanqing would pass out from the pain, and when she woke up, she hugged his leg and begged him to have a good time.

When a person asks for death, it proves that life is worse than death.

After torturing Xue Wanqing for four days, she had a fever for four days, but the boss ordered her to only reduce her fever and not let her burn to death, and leave her alone for the rest.

After listening to Ji Shao's report, Shen Xiuran showed no pity for Xue Wanqing in his eyes, and said coldly, "Wake her up!"

The subordinate on one side immediately brought a bucket of cold water, and poured it on Xue Wanqing mercilessly.

It's winter now, Xue Wanqing was lying on the cold ground again, being splashed with such a bucket of cold water, he suddenly cried out in coldness.

"Ah...ah..."

Even though he had exhausted all his strength, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't even shout out.

Obviously, the throat has been broken.

She didn't see Shen Xiuran who was sitting on the side, trembling, begging bitterly: "Please, please give me a good time! I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it..."

Halfway through the conversation, she saw Shen Xiuran who was sitting there like a god, and wanted to crawl over, but just as she moved, the wound began to ooze blood again, and she kept trembling while waiting.

"Xiuran, please, for the sake of our past relationship, please give me pain!"

Xue Wanqing no longer begged for mercy.

She knew that she almost killed Song Anhao, and Shen Xiuran would definitely not let her go.

She would rather die in pain than be tortured day and night like this, half dead.

Shen Xiuran snorted coldly, and said cruelly: "Death? Wouldn't it be cheap for you! You replaced Song Anhao's identity as a life-saving benefactor, and you asked for anything from me. You were ungrateful and wanted to kill her. Do you think I will easily let you die? Lose?"

Xue Wanqing was taken aback.

Incredibly wide-eyed.

"You... what did you say? Your savior back then was Song Anhao?"

How...how is it possible?

How could it be Song Anhao?
Why Song Anhao?

So, the fate of Song Anhao and Shen Xiuran was doomed a long time ago?
(End of this chapter)