Bug Master In Doomsday

The wound at the junction of Zhou Ying's broken arm and scapula had no valgus flesh, smelly blood, and tightly fitting muscles and veins and bones, so that the surface of the skin only showed a thin line that looked like cinnabar red.

Lao Zhang's thin right index finger and thumb pinched a thick and long corpse needle, and the corpse needle on both sides of the blood line flew up and down, like the sole of a thousand-layered cloth shoe, with tight and neat stitches.

The left arm that was stitched together came from a stranger, and even Zhou Ying didn’t even know who the owner of this arm was, but what does it matter? Zhou Ying didn’t care, he was carefully stitched together by Zhang Zhang. Don't care.

"Don't use your left hand for the next three days. The muscles and veins of this left arm are very weak and do not fit well with you. Use it carefully."

Old Man Zhang grabbed the needle with **** in his right hand, flipped it, and then pulled it tightly. The suture thread similar to a fishing net was fixed on Zhou Ying's wound.

Zhou Ying tried to move her left arm a few times, and the expected stagnation was as if the arm was filled with cement, and the elbow couldn't be bent at all, and the whole arm seemed stiff and cold.

He frowned with dissatisfaction, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with his right hand. There were only two lumpy cigarettes left in the crumpled cigarette case. Zhou Ying pinched one out and held it on his lips. The other is about to throw it to Lao Zhang's head.

"No! Save this cigarette and smoke it yourself, I'll quit!"

"Hey!" The lighter lit the tobacco, and the orange sparks fluttered slightly. Zhou Ying sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke. Looking at the head of the old Zhang who was packing his tools, he couldn't help but smile: "Old Zhang, you are sixty-nine this year. I’m afraid that smoking is harmful to your health? What kind of nerves do you have?"

"I advise you to smoke less. In the civilized era, I was also an attending physician anyway. After a patient's severed limb is reattached, I can't smoke, otherwise the amputated limb will be necrotic!

Although you are a superpower, you should smoke less, which is not good for recovering your injuries. "

"Go, go, go!" Zhou Ying promised indifferently, but he kept smoking, flipping his right hand, and taking out two carapaces from the storage ring that looked like ugly bugs that distorted human faces.

These two worms look terrifying, but their worm-like bodies are covered with carapace, their hideous mouthparts burst out, and a fishy viscous liquid drips. Any normal person who looks at these two worms will probably not produce anything. Good impression.

"Yes! Not bad! These two appearances are perfect." Old Zhang looked at the two creepy and twisted monsters contentedly, with a very happy expression.

Zhou Ying saw the satisfied look of the old Zhang's head, and grinned, and turned the two weird bugs over to him. Zhou Ying dusted off the flesh and blood scars on his body, "Lao Zhang has to trouble you to give it to him." I changed my clothes and this one on my body stinks."

"Okay! For the sake of these two bugs, I'll help you change your clothes!" Lao Zhang took out a set of clean and flat long sleeves from the closet beside him, and tore off Zhou Ying's half-sleeved shirt.

Suddenly, a toothy scene caught his eyes, neck and throat, lower abdomen dantian, right arm, and a dozen places on the upper body were sewn with a long thread that looked like a centipede.

"You used your own skin and flesh to conceive insects again?!"

"Not exactly, there are some other people's internal organs, I also stuffed them!" Zhou Ying turned his head, and the cold smile on his face made people shudder.