I worked in the emergency department for thirty-six hours straight, and when I opened my eyes, I transformed into the white moonlight who died in the third chapter of the torture novel.
The novel is clearly written: in the middle of the night, the temple is destroyed, the hero blocks the arrow, dies on the spot, and will be remembered for a lifetime.
Shen Jingque: Why?
She grabbed the assassin's knife with her backhand, turned around and stretched out her hand to the stunned prince: "Eight hundred taels of life-saving grace, cash or IOU?"
Later, the whole capital heard that Prince Dingbei was kidnapped to Happy Ridge by a female bandit, and the doctor's fee and ransom were one thousand six hundred taels, no less than one tael.
Later, the plot caught up with her again and again, and she tore the script into pieces again and again and smeared it all over her face.
Pei Yan framed the IOU and hung it on the wall: "The interest is compounded, and if it's not paid off, someone will pay it off."
Shen Jingque: "Get lost, the registration fee will be calculated separately."
