The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 175 Suspicious Person

"Should I take off my pants?" Iverley asked the doctor.

　　Los Xiu: "No, my leg...is not injured."

　　"It can't be removed," the doctor said. "It's stuck to the blood. We can only cut it open."

　　Iverley moved quickly to get the scissors.

　　As soon as Losxiu turned his head, he saw a pair of scissors in Iverley's hand. He didn't even know where he took it out from. He held the scissors in his hand and looked at the doctor, not taking his words to heart at all.

　　Los Xiu: "..."

　　This guy's execution ability is really damn strong.

　　The doctor told him how to cut it. Tearing of the wound was inevitable. Losxiu's protest was futile. He could only lie on the bed and let himself be slaughtered, because at this moment Iverley seemed to have automatically blocked his voice.

　　For a moment, he felt like he had become a poor little white mouse, completely losing the ability to resist.

　　He even had trouble grabbing the sheets beneath him.

　　Iverley always thought that he could endure pain very well, but when he saw his trembling fingertips, he knew that he was still afraid of pain. He thought that after all, he was just a mortal and fear of pain was an instinct.

　　The scissors made a "clicking" sound, like the lightning and thunder before the coming of a storm, issuing a warning sound, foreshadowing that this would be a torture at certain times.

　　He tried to move as gently as possible to cause him less pain.

　　He carefully tore off the cloth that was stuck to the flesh wound. This was definitely a rare moment of care and consideration for a rough man like Iverley.

　　He usually doesn't like to pay attention to other people's reactions, and rarely has empathy for others. This is one aspect of the residual system's indifference.

　　Why do you want to be a human being?

　　One day, he suddenly became tired of the endless and monotonous life, which was boring and tedious, and where data could always calculate all possibilities.

　　Yes, boring.

　　At that moment, he learned to think independently and began to have his own consciousness.

　　The cut cloth was thrown aside by Iverley. The wounds on Losxiu's body could be seen at a glance. The injuries on Losxiu's legs were indeed not as serious as those on his upper body.

　　He should have had a tall and powerful body, but now there were red scars on his fair skin and his muscles were less than before.

The doctor focused on treating Los Xiu's hands and feet, and only gave simple treatment to other flesh injuries, and then applied medicine on his wounds with cotton balls.

　　The treatment process was very long. The doctor took out his tools from the small black wooden box he brought with him, including an alcohol lamp, a knife, medicine, cotton balls... Iverley watched from the side. The treatment process even required reopening Losxiu's wound. Losxiu groaned a few times, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his silver hair stuck to his cheeks.

　　"Hold his hand," the doctor said to Iverley calmly.

　　"Be gentle." Iverley said as he held down Losxiu's hand.

　　"Why don't you treat it?"

　　"I'll give you money."

　　Obviously, this doctor was also a money-loving person, and Iverley hit the nail on the head immediately.