Wen Yilin was bewitched by Lu Ze for a moment, but soon realized something was wrong: "Why did you mention His Highness Est?"

Lu Ze said lightly: "I only know that he is an S-level male, you are the most powerful SS-level female, and the spirit sea is so bad, I am afraid that even an A-level female can't heal you, it must be an S-level, IOf course I will think of him."

The third prince, Esther, does have a bit of prestige among the people, and Lu Ze knew that he was right.

Wen Yilin tried to see signs of guilt or lying on Lu Ze's face, but he failed.

No matter how you say it, Lu Ze is also a cunning old fox in the mall. His acting skills have fooled his peers, and it is not impossible to hide it from Wen Yilin, who has been in the military for a long time.

And with the foreshadowing of being coquettish and foolish before, Lu Ze is sure to lower Wen Yilin's guard. After all, it is not the time to reveal that he knows too much.

But compared to these, Lu Ze cared more about the injury he saw just now.

"Your hand is bleeding, I'll hold it down for you."

Lu Ze took out a few tissues and rolled them into balls, grabbed Wen Yilin's wrist forcefully and pulled his sleeves away.

Those deep and shallow needle holes were exposed to the air again, several blood vessels had been injected many times, and thin and short scars had already formed, and there were still new needle holes bleeding, Lu Ze pressed them all with a paper towelCan't live.

I'm afraid Wen Yilin was too rough when he had sex, so that the needle tip pierced the blood vessel wall.

The thin arms were pale and weak, and the bright red blood beads slid down one after another. The red and white were intertwined, together with the terrifying needle holes, which had a great visual impact.

Wen Yilin trembled slightly. He was at his weakest after the injection of the medicine, otherwise Lu Ze would not have easily tore open his scars and stripped away his most vulnerable side.

Wen Yilin tried to withdraw his arm, but he was always pressed by a strong force. He found that Lu Ze's hand was quite strong, so he gave up after several attempts to no avail.

"There is still one shot of inhibitor left." Wen Yilin pointed to the drawer under the table with trembling fingers, "I have no strength, please help me."

His tone was very light, as if he would break at any moment, but on the contrary, his eyes were getting redder and his reason was burning.

Lu Ze understood the seriousness of the matter, and immediately opened the drawer, the familiar sound of glass colliding poured out, and the drawer was full of syringes and glass bottles of injection.

Lu Ze casually picked up a new needle, pulled off the plastic cap that sealed the needle tip, and started injecting after sucking up the injection.

The needle tip pierces the skin and enters the blue blood vessels, and then slowly pushes in the transparent liquid medicine.

When the piston was pushed to the bottom, Lu Ze pressed the needle hole with a paper ball instead of a cotton swab, and pulled out the needle cleanly, a blood flower was scattered in the middle of the paper ball.

The blood in Wen Yilin's eyes finally faded, his head was shaking, his whole body was sweating profusely, and the clothes on his chest and back were soaked with sweat.

Lu Ze took off his coat on his own to make him more comfortable. After all, Wen Yilin is a female, and it would be a shame to be stripped of his coat by a male when he was extremely weak.

But his self-esteem did not allow him to show it, so he could only forcefully give the order to drive away: "Lu Ze, get out."

After confirming that the wound did not bleed any more, Lu Ze threw the ball of paper into the trash can. Hearing Wen Yilin's ruthless drive away, he felt very tired. It just so happened that Wen Yilin was too weak to hit anyone today.

Lu Ze's words gradually let go: "Why, just throw it away when you're done using it?"

Wen Yilin frowned tightly: "What do you want?"

"I don't have anything I want right now." Lu Ze shook his head, wondering how angry he was with a patient."By the way, why don't you prepare some cotton swab alcohol or something?"

Wen Yilin's eyelids couldn't help falling down: "It's over."

Wen Yilin has been fighting against his unconsciousness all the time. He never loses consciousness in front of anyone of his kind. He doesn't trust any insects. Any insects may hurt him when his consciousness is sinking, including Esther.

He repeated: "Get out."

But this time it was obviously not as majestic as the previous two times, it was just murmuring in an unconscious state.

Lu Ze caught his fallen body and hugged him with both hands.

Wen Yilin frowned tightly even in a coma. His head rested on Lu Ze's neck, and the flesh on his cheek was squeezed into a small meatball. For the first time, Lu Ze felt that Wen Yilin was cute even when he was not stern.

Lu Ze weighed him up, transferred him from the chair to the bed, and couldn't get up after putting him down.

Because Wen Yilin's hand unconsciously circled him tightly, Lu Ze couldn't get it off, and seeing the dense wounds on Wen Yilin's arm, he couldn't bear to use his strength.

He simply lay on the bed with him, anyway, he is a big man and he will not lose a piece of meat.

As for the optical brain lying in the corner, he has completely forgotten about it.

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Don't dislike me for being short (T ^ T)