When Mo Cong opened his eyes again, he was awakened by the living pain. He found himself lying on a clean, but not neat bed, with a pile of maps, picture books and messy books pushed aside, barely leaving him a place to lie down. From time to time, there came a lot of nerve challenging pain in his back.

Mo hurriedly turned his head to see which Mongolian doctor did not use anesthetics, so he cut himself directly. It didn't matter. It took him a long time to find his voice. He couldn't help shaking slightly: "Anjie?"

There are two reasons for his shaking, one is painful, the other is scared. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that his good neighbor, a high school student, was scared to cut his meat with a knife. Generally speaking, Mo Cong was still conscious and didn't smoke it, which means that his psychological quality was good.

"Oh, wake up?" Anjie's tone is very light, light to a little heartless, he gently whistled, "by the way, I know you have so much blood, you must be thirsty, but I can't make room for it. I'll cut this piece of meat and pour it for you later. I'll bear it for a while."

Speaking is speaking, but this brother's hand is always on. He can't move fast or slow. It's like cutting vegetables and cooking at home on weekends. He has a special leisure and skill. Mo Cong suddenly felt a little cold in his heart. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from breathing out in pain.

Who is Anjie? Where did he find himself? How dare he carry such a bloody man with a knife to his home? Why didn't he call the police, didn't he find an ambulance, and cut himself?

Mo Cong felt that the nerve line in his brain was blocked by the sudden influx of problems. The logic interval was short circuited collectively. He could only bite his teeth and tightly hold the sheets. He resisted the perversion hidden among the broad masses of people, whistling out of tune country ditty while cutting him as a dead pig.

It has been said that the pain of life is far less than that of spirit. Now Mo Cong thinks that the people who say that are completely satisfied with food and nothing to do. If they are doing western style clothes there, they should be sent to the dregs cave to tie bamboo sticks.

The deep pain seemed to scratch his last nerve and reason. "Poof", he just scratched the sheet and could not help crying out. Then he suddenly reacted, handed his wrist to his mouth and bit it hard, so that he would not have another chance to show weakness.

Anjie heard him scream for a while. After a long time, he thought of something like "Oh" and said, "I seem to have forgotten something. I forgot to give you an anesthetic."

At that moment, don't believe that you even have the heart to die.

It turns out that Anjie is not a Mongolian doctor - he is clearly an intern who has not graduated from veterinary medicine!

"Can you bear it any longer?" Anjie knocked on his head, and Mo's breathing strength was almost gone. Seeing that he didn't answer, Anjie easily and automatically classified his silence as approval, so there was a sound of metal friction. The veterinarian said with a smile, "then I'll continue. Anyway, there's not much to do, and it's very troublesome to take anesthetics."

I don't know how long later, Mo Cong felt as if he had been doing bungee jumping in the 18th floor hell. Up and down, up and down again. The out of tune whistle was the accompaniment of this strange background. His consciousness wandered between coma after pain and numbness, and suffering in soberness. He thought that the top ten torture in Manchu was just the same.

Many years later, Mo recalled the incident, and then understood why he couldn't fight Zhai Haidong, the sleeping lion. Because these men are crazy, and the most crazy one is Anjie. He plays a normal person with superb acting skills, and mingles in human society, as if he can present a variety of personality and identity temperament as long as he wants.

He can be graceful, he can be brutal, he can even accurately control the gentle look that seems to show involuntarily... But no one knows what he is thinking, as a madman, or he doesn't understand.

However, he was in the hands of this madman.

Anjie tied up the last bandage and finished the work. As soon as he lowered his head, he saw that Mo Cong had been miserable by himself. He didn't know which monkey mountain he was floating on to pull the flag. He couldn't help standing up, rubbing his waist, which had been bent for a long time, and curling his mouth: "that's it. Do you want to say that you are a gangster? Dogtail grass growing up in the greenhouse. "

After thinking about it, he turned and went out to find a cup. He gave Mo Cong a cup of water and put it on the bedside table. He could reach a place where he could drink at any time, so that he could wake up at any time. Then he took out the bad meat cut off from Mo Cong's body, the bloody clothes and the machete and destroyed the body. Then he packed his luggage and himself.

Anjie glanced at Mo Cong, who occupied his whole bed in the bedroom, pulled out a blanket from the cupboard, scolded something in a low voice, and made do with himself on the sofa.

It's not bad. Before 4:30 in the morning, I finally met my long cherished grandfather Zhou.

I don't know if Mo Cong has a low fever. He has been dreaming all night. For a while, his fourth brother stood beside Zhai laopao with no expression on his face, pointing a gun at him in his hand. For a while, Anjie came to him with a knife, smiling like a beast, dressed in white clothes and feet.

There are so many thrillers in life.

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The next day, Mo Cong was awakened by the sound of a conversation. Although the wounds had been treated, he was still not very obedient. While carefully adjusting his posture, he listened attentively to others. His sister's voice could not be heard, so he immediately understood that Xiaoyu had come to return the key.

Mo Cong slightly propped up his body. Even with such a slight movement, his face was still a little pale and his forehead was sweating a little. His throat was very dry, and he was catching a glimpse of the water on the bedside table. Although he didn't know whether it was night or not, it was not the time to pay attention to it now. He picked it up and drank it slowly.

The girl outside seemed to smile happily for a while, then said thanks and left. After a moment of silence, Anjie came by in a lazy way, dragging the floor with the soles of her feet, pushed open the door of the bedroom, yawned on the doorframe, and looked at him half open: "I said, how dare you, Daren Qing is a Xiaoqiang who is not bad for King Kong. He can sit up all night now... Well, it's not bad. It won't take long to continue to jump around. "

Mo looked at him on guard, silent.

Anjie glanced at the wall clock, walked out like a sleepwalker and came back with a bowl of porridge in his hand: "sorry, I'm not a professional sanatorium. It's barely suitable for human beings. You can make do with it."

Mo Cong didn't answer and stared at Anjie's eyes: "who are you? Why am I with you? "

An Jie was stunned for a moment, put the bowl on the bedside table, and then lazily leaned against the coat cabinet door behind him, holding his hands to his chest: "you fainted at the entrance of the community with a knife last night." He said in a nutshell - and probably caused huge environmental pollution.

Mo Cong didn't expect that he could go so far. To tell you the truth, he was a little afraid. If he went home in this way, he didn't know how to scare the two girls. He frowned slightly: "then why don't you call the police? Why not call 120? "

"I just came back from the dam, and my mobile phone was at home," Anjie said calmly. "According to my visual inspection, if I had left you there and made a phone call home, when the ambulance came, you would always live in your sisters' hearts."

This person is obviously looking after the left and right to talk about him. Mo Cong did not hide himself any more, and his eyes became sharp: "can you tell me why you are a middle school student, so skilled in wound treatment? Anjie, who are you? "

"This..." Anjie nodded a little on her chin with a puzzled expression.

Mo chuckled: "was it you who followed me at that time? It's just a few days since I thought of it... I felt that you had just moved here for about a month when you were being followed. Who are you from? Zhai laopao? Or old foreign devils? "

Anjie looked at him with wide eyes and made a fuss: "it's a big loss for Disney not to invite you to be a professional creative staff."

Don't eat him, still coldly watch him on guard.

Anjie laughed.

Different from the usual natural, but with some deliberately meaningful, very artificial smile: "I can't tell you who I am."

Mo Cong was stunned, but saw Anjie reach out and pinch his nose: "but I finished last night, you are more than four o'clock, and now I haven't slept for a few hours, and I was awakened by your sister, and I haven't had time to make it up - you can ask me when I made it up."

Anjie finished, waiting to see Mo Cong's crazy appearance. To be honest, he was in a better mood after a tour outside the pass. Who knows that Mo Cong thought seriously: "what do you want?"

Anjie took a look at him, and said that this boy is really a bit of a fan. When he talks, there are five people and six people: "what can you give me?"

Mo Cong gently laughed: "that year, the fourth brother said the same thing to me, I said he saved my life, I can give my life back to him, now..." Mo Cong didn't know why, when he said this sentence, the boy's face suddenly became cold, and he didn't hide it. He stopped almost unconsciously.

"You return your life to him... Xu Laosi?" Anjie's tone, expression and tone were as strange as before. His voice dropped and he said, "what is he?"

"He's really nothing." Mo Cong looked down at his mummy like postmodern style and couldn't help sighing.

Anjie was silent for a while, then suddenly straightened up and went out: "you remember that your father gave you this life."

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Sigh, my poor schoolboys and schoolgirls are going to have military training today. It reminds me of the veterinarians who were trained by Wamen last year. No matter what the problem is, they always prescribe two kinds of Medicine... If unfortunately they are beyond the treatment scope of the two kinds of medicine, it's a stroke of the pen - transfer to the fifth hospital~

Actually... At that time, I thought that I had great potential to be a docto