The Miraculous Doctor’s Wife: The rough guy villain is so cool

"Spanking injection." Jian Xining said calmly: "Now I am a doctor and you are a patient. There is no difference between men and women. In my eyes, you are just a piece of rotten flesh."

"A puddle of rotten meat..." Qin Zheng murmured.

Jian Xining coughed lightly and felt that her statement was a bit unacceptable, so she said seriously and softly to comfort: "It's just that I don't treat you as a man now."

Qin Zheng was in pain, but after hearing these words, he still said in a low voice, "I am a man."

Jian Xining pursed her lips, a little annoyed, and threatened him with harsh words, "Stop talking nonsense, or I will knock you out."

Qin Zheng looked at her anxious look, nodded aggrievedly, and then acted like if I don't resist anymore, you can do whatever you want to me.

"Don't make me faint. I won't talk anymore. Come on, come on."

Only then was Jian Xining satisfied. Her hands covered his waist, her soft little hands were smooth and greasy, and his face turned red.

Jian Aijun was watching in a daze. He really didn't expect that his little sister could actually take injections, and her injections were decent. He never made a sound to disturb her.

After the injection, Jian Xining pursed her lips and said, "Wait a moment. When the medicine takes effect, let's start setting the bones again. I'll cut off your pants first."

Her hands were as warm as jade and as smooth as silk. Just holding his legs gave him a wonderful feeling. Even though the injuries on his body were severe, it could not quell the desire in his body.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and was busy talking to divert his attention. He asked: "Is that purple flower the salvia?"

"Yes." Jian Xi Ning cut off the pants on his legs seriously, for fear that she would be too harsh and hurt the boss, who would hold grudges in the future.

"So..." Qin Zheng felt her heart agitated, "You want to pick those purple flowers with the roots to give me painkillers?"

"Yes." Jian Xining did not hesitate. For her, it is the duty of a doctor to let patients not suffer pain, but for Qin Zheng, it is caring and caring.

Ever since he was a child, no one had cared about him like this, and no one would develop a medicine just for him. He only felt that everything in his heart, which had been barren for a long time, was growing in an instant.

He stared at Jian Xining deeply, his eyes like a bottomless pool.

Jian Xining said with a smile: "We are starting to set the bones. I will count to one, two, and three, and we will start. You are ready."

"Yeah." Qin Zheng nodded.

"one."

There was a 'click' sound, and her hands had skillfully straightened his bones.

"Uh-huh." Qin Zheng grunted in pain and was sweating all over. The hands hanging on the bed were clenched into fists, and her nails almost dug into the flesh of her palms.

Jian Aijun said from the side: "Ah Ning, didn't you just say that you started counting one, two, three? Why did you start after counting one?"

Jian Xining glanced at her third brother with a smile, but did not explain. She just said: "Third brother, help me, hold down his leg for me. Yes, in this direction, he can't move."

Jian Aijun hurried over and helped Jian Xining hold it down.

"Be patient, I'll apply some medicine to fix it for you, and then you have to lie down all the time. It can't be misaligned any more. If it's misaligned again, your leg may be really useless." Jian Xining said while holding a fixation plate to fix it for him.

Qin Zheng held his hand tighter, his knuckles turned white, and blood seeped out of his palm, but he remained motionless.