"Young master, take advantage of this skill and I will give you a silver needle first. The silver needle can protect your big acupoints in case you have to bleeding more than once."

The title of Young Master made Zhao Jiner very uncomfortable, but she was about to have a craniotomy. She didn't want Qin Muxiu to have any fluctuations in her mood, so she called him Young Master just like them.

"Okay, do whatever you want."

After saying that, Qin Muxiu lay on the bed obediently, and Zhao Jiner sealed his temple first.

There are a few large acupoints left on the chest.

She skillfully helped him take off his clothes without thinking.

The cold and soft little hand touched Qin Muxiu's chest the moment he touched Qin Muxiu's chest.

Qin Muxiu felt a sense of familiarity, but Zhao Jiner felt that this feeling of touch was already a little unfamiliar.

This is the body that I could touch every day, and it has been separated for seven or eight months.

How can you be familiar with it?

"It hurts a little, you can hold it down."

Before the needle was dropped, Zhao Jiner whispered.

Qin Muxiu nodded, "It's okay."

In order to prevent him from thinking so much, Zhao Jiner also tied his sleeping pussy.

Before going to bed, Qin Muxiu looked at her face and felt extremely at ease.

It's the first time in such a long time that I've slept so sweetly.

After he was asleep, Zhao Jiner walked to him and looked at him quietly for a while.

He shook his cheek slightly, "Honey, I will definitely cure you. When the blood clot is removed, you will remember who I am. Then, we will wait for the child to be born together, okay?"

Qin Muxiu didn't know if he heard her voice, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the past, in addition to looking at Zhao Jin'er, he felt that he was too little laughing. He had been in Anle Hou Mansion for more than half a year and was even more depressed every day.

Now I can laugh out loud in my sleep.

Zhao Jin'er knew that he had actually been as difficult as her in the past few months, even more so.

Seeing his stretched and cheerful smile, her throat choked and her eyes felt sore.

A drop of crystal fell on the corner of his lips, hot.

After about two hours, the preparations for the operation were ready.

Zhao Jiner used a razor to scrape off Qin Muxiu's long hair.

A good-looking person has never been just beautiful in appearance, but also in appearance with extremely beautiful bones.

This is how Qin Muxiu is.

Even with a bald head, he is as handsome as an exiled immortal.

Like the ancient Taoist and Confucian monk.

There is a sense of sacredness that is forbidden/desire and cannot be blasphemed.

Zhao Jiner lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead, "Honey, I'm going to start. Please believe me and cooperate with me. As long as the husband and wife work together, we will definitely overcome everything."

"Hemiao, give me the bone-removing knife. When I reveal my skull, you will take the cotton and stay by the side. When you see the blood, dip it out."

"Yes, madam."

Zhao Jin'er's hand was very fast. Half an hour later, Qin Muxiu's head had already used extremely thin intestinal thread to sew a wound that was one finger long.

There were splashing blood stains on the head of the bed and on her body, but she didn't care. She bandaged the wound and cleaned her hands, then sat on the head of the bed and quietly waited for Qin Muxiu to wake up.

Whether you can wake up is crucial.
Chapter completed!