Mistakenly Saving the Villain

Chapter 11 Mental quality

“I don’t panic, you say.”

Yue Wuhuan’s psychological quality is much better than that of the freshman. He walked through the room full of flesh and blood, walked over, put down the dinner, then frowned, and reached out to wipe the residue from the corners of his mouth. He has recently been used to dining with the Lord, and he feels that his appetite will be much better if he smells the clean breath.

Song Qingshi observed for a long time and saw that he had no tendency to collapse, and quietly put the basin back. He was sure that Yue Wuhuan was a good seed for studying medicine. He was smart, sensible, calm, dexterous, and not afraid of blood. He had all the qualities of an excellent surgeon. On the earth, the professors of the medical school can fight for him as a doctoral student.

He took an impromptu class on anatomy theory, stating the importance of anatomy to medicine and the general contribution of teachers to human beings.

Yue Wuhuan studied very seriously, and took the initiative to observe the shape of the body and internal organs.

He felt that Song Qingshi’s worries were a bit funny. Among the guests of Jinfeng Villa, there were often monks who were addicted to torture. From time to time, he would carry out the slaves who were killed. He had died and lived in the hands of those monks many times, and he was ruined and bruised all over. If it weren’t for the wood-based physique’s resilience, it would have been freed long ago.

What is the dead body? It’s just a piece of meat.

From the first Chenghuan, he was only afraid of the living.

Yue Wuhuan carefully looked at the corpses and sighed secretly. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at a tall male corpse in the corner. Unwilling to remember the past, he panicked for a moment. Suddenly realizing something, malicious intent turned up in his pretty eyes, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up slightly.

He slowly turned around, reduced his expression, and asked gently: “My Lord, can I try to dissect this corpse?”

Song Qingshi was eating a loving dinner from the little angel. Hearing this, he looked up in amazement.

He thought for a while. After all, this is not the medical school of the original world. There are not so many rules for anatomy. Since the more Wuhuan is willing to learn, he should support it.

So he found a new hooded gown, let Yue Wuhuan put it on, then let him wash his hands and disinfect, put on a mask and gloves.

The more Wuhuan touched the gloves uncomfortably, “Why wear these?”

“Prevent germ infection,” Song Qingshi urged, “There is no formalin, and there is no completely reliable disinfectant. The corpse is preserved using the spirit stone formation method. Many of them died of unknown causes, or even dirty ones, just put them away. Come in, I don’t worry, you have to cultivate the habit of disinfection before and after the experiment and the dissection.”

This is a medical student’s habit of cleanliness. He can’t believe that the cleansing spell can completely eliminate the germs. It must be disinfected to be at ease.

Yue Wuhuan looked at the corpse next to him, relaxed, and said with a smile: “It’s very dirty.”

Song Qingshi finished his dressing up, handed him a scalpel, and introduced: “This corpse was given to me by An Long. An Long is the King of Xilin Gu. He is a very good doctor and insect expert. He is a very good person. We often exchange resources. He sent someone to send this corpse a few days ago, and asked an exam question, saying that the way to die is very interesting, let me guess how it did it.”

Anlong is the only friend of the original body. The two used to exchange professional knowledge in letters, but for some reason they have broken off in recent years.

When Song Qingshi sorted out the things left by his original body, he re-read those letters and once again admired Anlong’s professionalism, and then took the initiative to write letters, using modern medical methods to solve a problem of entomogenous fungi that had plagued him for many years. After receiving the letter, An Long was overjoyed and sent a lot of gifts. Because of the original body’s preferences, there were several corpses with different causes of death in the gifts. He also said that he would come to the door to thank him in a few days.

Song Qingshi liked this gift very much and welcomed this big man obsessed with entomology.

Yue Wuhuan smiled and took the knife, fell heavily, and cut open the chest of the corpse without hesitation.

“Slow down! Slow down!” Song Qingshi was taken aback, hurriedly stopped, teaching instructed, “You have to see the texture structure and then cut the knife, pay attention to the blood vessels and meridian direction, cut layer by layer, your knife is too deep , The bones are almost cut off, the internal organs! Pay attention to the internal organs!”

“Yes,” Yue Wuhuan smiled happily at the still heart under the knife. He asked Song Qing, “Master, do you know the identity of this corpse?”

Song Qingshi thought for a while: “It seems to be a righteous hero, for what he meant…”

“Everyone says that hero Yu Qing is upright and upright, a gentleman, and he has fallen to the end where no one collects his corpses.” Yue Wuhuan said softly, with endless mockery in his voice, “It’s really sigh.”

“There are too many dead people in the immortal world, and the corpses that no one wants are everywhere. No matter what identity in front of him, death is the same.” Song Qingshi stared at his movements, not paying attention to the improper tone in his tone, exclaiming Said, “Be careful, you hit the heart!”

Yue Wuhuan raised his eyes and exclaimed in a low voice, “So it’s not black?”

He smiled and slashed, cutting the disgusting body and internal organs into pieces like a slash, and he was extremely happy, just as he did to himself back then.

That year, not long after he entered Jinfeng Mountain Villa, it was Jin Feiyu’s impunity. He didn’t know enough about his identity, and he was a little naive, hoping that someone with good intentions could save him from hell.

Jinfeng Villa hosted a banquet to entertain the immortal leaders of the Qinghong Gate, and exchanged swordsmanship. The Qinghong Gate is a decent sect in the fairy world, and has a name of jealousy and hatred. Yu Qing is a very respected leader of the young generation. She was righteous, and she didn’t squint at the beauties who came to serve. He didn’t seem to be beautiful, and he didn’t do anything nasty.

Yue Wuhuan felt that he might be a good person, so he mustered up the courage and tried to ask for help.

Yu Qing watched him for a long time without speaking.

The more Wuhuan knows that hope is slim, he dare not force it.

However, he never expected that Yu Qinghui would force him.

“In the banquet, I felt that your eyes are so good-looking, you are naturally seductive.”

Although Yu Qing didn’t get the **** rosary that controlled the acacia seal, he didn’t have the strength to resist the golden core monk, and was quickly **** with a magical instrument and let him be killed.

…

In the early morning of the next day, he was finally released from hell, only to be found, and he was in front of Jin Feiyu and the immortal Chang of Qinghongmen.

He was bruised and bruised, kneeling in front of everyone.

Yu Qing is a respectable disciple of Qinghongmen, with a very good reputation, and now he has run into the owner’s prohibition, which shouldn’t be the case.

Qinghongmen had a dull face and repeatedly accused Jin Feizhen, saying that Yu Qing would be punished heavily, and the scene was embarrassing.

Jin Feiyu smiled generously and rounded up the scene: “It’s my little slave who can’t bear to be lonely. Why is Daxia Yu?”

Yue Wuhuan was stunned. He raised his head to explain. Suddenly, Jin Feiyan gave him a warning. The hand in his sleeve moved, and the acacia print on his back began to get hot. Even though he struggled to resist, he began to speak a series of words. Unbearable words:

“The slave is restless, seeing Yu Xian’s long appearance and mighty appearance, using his body to seduce…”

“The slave was not injured, but some legs were weak…”

“The slave is wrong, please punish the slave for his inferiority.”

“…”

He was obviously hurt, but was forced to admit that he had made no mistakes, and the matter ended successfully.

During the banquet, both the host and the guest enjoyed it. Seeing that Yu Qing liked it, Jin Fei gave him even the rosary beads to Yu Qing for a few days, and saw all the evil tastes of this righteous hero.

He was hurt badly, but he never cried out again, and he didn’t beg for mercy.

Because he has thoroughly understood the status of a slave, he has no delusions.

…

“The cause of death lies in the brain, and the bugs ate up half of his brain.” Yue Wuhuan cut the head of the corpse open with a saw, and concluded, softly, “He must have died very painful, very miserable…” he Fortunately, the mask blocked my smile and malice, otherwise the expression would be as weird as a demon.

Song Qingshi carefully observed the corpse and nodded: “Well, this method of death is quite tragic, it’s a pity.”

The more Wuhuan smiled: “Yes, it’s a pity.”

He stared at the knife in his hand, the happy aftertaste gradually dissipated, and he couldn’t help but pity after another.

How good would it be if it could be cut alive?

The author has something to say: Song Xueba is super confident: My little angel is so steady under the knife, he will definitely be a good doctor!