Lord Ji's little ancestor is wild and flirtatious

Chapter 80 Isn't it dead?
Ao Ji's eyes fell on his takeaway.

White Deer: ...

What I gave you is that I like you?

childish! !
……

Three days later, everything Bailu bought arrived.

Bailu stuffed himself into Ao Ji's room.

A note was written on it, as a gift to Ao Ji.

[Ding——Congratulations to the host for obtaining [-] merit points, and the double merit value of being able to send things today has reached the upper limit. 】

White Deer:? ? ?
You are so meow, and there is an upper limit? ?
Why didn't you say it earlier! !

Lost loss! !
Bailu wanted to take some things away by himself.

The system reminded softly, "If the host takes it away, the merit points will be deducted."

White Deer: ...

Depend on.

Bailu angrily turned around and left, went to her mountain hut, exchanged a protective cover with the system, and began to forge the tracker she wanted.

In the end, eighteen merit points were spent in bargaining, and there were still sixteen merit points left.

This time, Bai Lu learned to be smart, and did not exchange merit points immediately, but saved them for urgent use.

On this side, Bailu was busy, and on the other side, Wei Heng got better and immediately went to the hospital with the set of needles to find Yan Su.

He couldn't wait to try the effect of this set of needles.

Yan Jin also left work and rushed over, even Yin Lan and her husband Yan Hongfang also rushed over.

Yan Su looked at Wei Heng, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Mr., are you sure your body has recovered?"

It looked so serious a few days ago, can you give him an injection now?

He is a little scared.

If the tie is crooked, wouldn't he die?

"Yan Su!" Yan Jin's tone sank, with a hint of warning.

Yan Su didn't dare to speak immediately.

Wei Heng said with a smile, "Don't worry, this old man never does anything he's not sure about."

Although he is eager, he also has medical ethics.

He was indeed much better, and he came here only when he was able to help people with needles.

At home, he had practiced with the model many times, and came here only after making sure that his body would not fall down after a set of needles were pierced.

"Don't worry, Fourth Young Master, the old man is fine now."

The doorman also followed, comforting Yan Su softly.

Yan Su: ...

No, I'm still afraid.

Yan Su looked at Yin Lan begging for help, and Yin Lan gave him an encouraging look.

Yan Su: ...

He called Bailu, but no one answered.

Yan Su: ...

so lonely.

so afraid.

None of you are on my side whoop whoop.

"Take off your clothes and lie down, the old man is about to give an injection, you all go out."

Wei Heng spoke to Yan Jin and the others, they nodded and went out.

Yan Su trembled and unbuttoned the button, "Old man, you have to hit it right. Compared to death, I hope I just lost one hand..."

"Do not worry."

Wei Heng thought it was a little funny, but this Yan Su was not at all like Yan Jin and the others.

"If you're really afraid, I'll just let you fall into a coma."

Yan Su:?
"Ah? How did you fall asleep?"

"An anesthesia shot?"

"No need." Wei Heng took out a burst of silver needles and stabbed towards him.

"Ah—" As soon as Yan Su's voice came out, he passed out.

Wei Heng took the needle away, untied his clothes, and began to stick the needle.

Well, it's much quieter this way.

Wei Heng applied the needles for a full hour, and Yan Su's body and arms were covered with needles.

After the last needle fell, Wei Heng wiped the sweat off his forehead, sat on the side to rest, and just waited for 15 minutes to remove the needle.

Two more injections were given in the next two days.

Can be cured.

(End of this chapter)