The Emperor’s complexion changed when he saw Gu Jiao brandishing the scissors with an intent to sharpen them, "I don’t want to!" he exclaimed.
But he didn’t have a choice.
With a crisp snip, the Emperor’s trousers were cut and the blood-soaked cloth piece was ripped off from his wound by Gu Jiao.
The Emperor felt a chill between his legs and endless embarrassment welled up from the depths of his heart.
This embarrassment even overshadowed the pain of the wound, making him utterly frustrated.
The Emperor had lost too much blood and was incredibly weak. He couldn’t resist. He bit his lips tightly, every single hair on his body resisting without saying a word!
Gu Jiao: I don’t see, I don’t see!
Emperor clenched his teeth, "You..."
Gu Jiao then put down the scissors, changed into a pair of clean gloves, and pulled out an IV drip and a venipuncture needle from the first-aid kit.
The moment the Emperor saw the gleaming needle, fear of getting injections overpowered him, spreading from his heart to every inch of his body. He panicked, "I do not want to get a shot!"
Behave.
You need a shot to get better.
Gu Jiao gripped his hand and inserted the needle into the back of his hand without clotting the vessel.
Sure enough, she was getting more skilled.
The Emperor saw the chilling object lodged in the back of his hand. The sight frightened him so much that he began to tremble, even getting cut with a knife wasn’t this scary.
He struggled.
Gu Jiao kept a stern face, "Don’t move, or I’ll give you a second shot if it leaks!"
I am serious, I am ruthless!
Emperor: "..."
The Emperor managed to suppress the urge to struggle, turned his face away sulkily, refusing to look at the needle in his hand.
Before, Gu Jiao only gave the Emperor intramuscular injections. This was the first time she was doing intravenous drip. To prevent the needle from slipping because of his movements, Gu Jiao used a small wooden board that was only used when administering shots to Little Pure.
Gu Jiao fastened the wooden board under the Emperor’s hand and secured it with a bandage.
Then Gu Jiao took out a razor.
The Emperor’s face changed again, "Do you still have to shave me?!"
Gu Jiao replied, "Only a little bit."
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