Osvia hurriedly found a home medicine kit and treated Hua Simu's wound urgently.

However, the chair was broken, and he had to stand for treatment.

"Baby, it's okay, it's still beautiful when the injury heals. Osvia placed the medicine box on the floor, rummaging through the medicine as she soothed Hua Simu.

Hua Simu broke down and cried, and tears flowed out without money.

Pear blossoms bring rain.

"Baby, don't cry anymore, don't touch the wound on your face. Osvia first treated the wound on Hua Simu's face.

Hua Simu desperately held back her tears when she heard this, her facial features were straining, and she was pumping one after another.

The look of hard work, no matter who sees it, will feel distressed.

"Okay, now there's the little wound on the hand. Osvia deliberately said it softly, wanting to make Hua Simu relax.

Hua Simu raised his hand, and the injury on his hand was much more serious than that on his face.

Especially after the vigorous exercise just now, the wound was torn wider and gurgled outward.

It's like a bloody hand.

Hua Simu, who had finally calmed down, cried again, and asked Osvia with teary eyes, "For... Why didn't my wounds heal? Am I dying, woo-woo-woo......"

When a demon is injured, the wound will generally heal quickly, unless it is a very serious injury and the body mechanism is destroyed, and the wound cannot heal automatically at that time.

The wound cannot be healed, and in the demon world, it symbolizes that death is not far away.

The ghost demon Niangniang was immersed in sadness, and had completely forgotten that this was the human world, and that her demonic power had temporarily disappeared.

Osvia sneered, and touched Hua Simu's head lovingly, "How can the wound heal so quickly? ”

Osvia gently wiped Hua Simu's wound with an alcohol-soaked cotton swab.

Alcohol on the wound causes a strong stinging sensation.

Hua Simu couldn't help but shrink, shrugged her shoulders, and cried with a sad face, "Ahh......h

Hua Simu's teardrop-drenched little face was a little distorted at the moment, and she could only pout and blow frantically on the wound to relieve the pain, "Whew-huh-"

Glimpsing Han Mo, who had originally lowered his head, was looking at her without blinking at the moment, and there was an emotion that Hua Simu couldn't understand in his eyes.

"What are you looking at?!Are you satisfied now?" Hua Simu wiped away the tears from his face and glared at Han Mo with a fierce expression.

Without waiting for Han Mo to answer, he sued first, holding Osvia's arm with the hand that was not injured, with tears in his eyes, pitiful.

"Osvia, I'm injured and he's going to kick me out, aren't you judging me too much?"

She still remembers that she had just said that she was going to leave in anger for the sake of face, and now she calmed down and regretted it very much.

What does it mean to be unscrupulous, she is a bloody example.

You can't be kicked out, and you don't know how long it will take to get out of this ghost forest.

Osvia was the last straw in front of her.

“oh

o~ That's not what a gentleman should do. Osvia looked disapproving, "The guest room is on the second floor, I'll take you to rest." ”

"Uh-huh, okay. Hua Simu nodded violently and stepped forward to take Osvia's arm.

When he passed by Han Mo's side, he made a grimace and arrogantly made a fist.

His eyes seemed to say, 'Xiao'er, you dare to drive the old lady away, but I won't go.' ’

Han Mo's cold face disintegrated slightly.

"What's your name, baby?"

"Flower Simu. ”

"Oh Miss Hua, your name is so nice. ”

"Thank you~ I think so too, hehe......hee"

The conversation between the two faded.

The servants had already cleaned the restaurant, and the smashed furniture had been gone, leaving the dining room even more empty.

Han Mo picked up a bottle of alcohol and poured it on his broken hand, the transparent alcohol seeped through the wound, Han Mo pursed his lips, there was no expression on his handsome face, and he didn't even frown.

"That's not how wounds are treated. Osvia had already settled Hua Simu, and when she saw this scene, she frowned.

Han Mo didn't stop until the bottle was finished, "Osvia, you're making your own assertions." ”

"No, I'm just doing what the young master wants. You want her to stay, don't you?" replied Osvia without humility or arrogance.

"I want her to go, there's no benefit in staying here. ”

"Young master, you are afraid. This is an affirmative sentence.

Han Mo wiped the alcohol on his hands, and after a while, he didn't answer for a long time.

Osvia stood quietly aside.

"Yes, I'm afraid, she has her great life, and she can't be ruined in my hands. Han Mo said very softly, like light smoke floating in the air, leaving no trace.

"Those coincidences shouldn't be borne by you, young master, it's not fair. Osvia said indignantly.

She has no children, and the young master who has grown up since she was a child is equivalent to her child, but such a good person is alone in this castle because of those ridiculous rumors, suffering alone, and everyone avoids him.

She saw it in her eyes and hurt in her heart.

Han Mo casually rubbed the napkin in his hand, and his voice was low, "What if it's not a coincidence?"

"I've been here for so many years without incident, and unless I die, I won't believe all that nonsense. Osvia was a little emotional, and the flesh on her face was shaking.

"Osvia, your Chinese has improved. Han Mo hooked his lips.

The fairy smiled, and the four seas swayed.

............

Inside the guest room on the second floor.

Hua Simu took a bath with difficulty, changed into a clean nightgown, and lay down on the bed.

Soft mattresses, clean quilts, fluffy pillows with the smell of sunshine.

"Whew~ I'm finally alive, it's so comfortable. Hua Simu stretched her sore body on the bed, and her muscles became stiff after a day of walking.

As soon as the surroundings are quiet, the brain becomes active, and the high-definition lossless footage is constantly replayed.

Han Mo's reaction just now made Hua Simu puzzled.

Why?

Touch it without missing a piece of meat?

Hua Simu sat with her legs straight, her right hand on her waist, her left hand stretched out against her ear, and her body fell to the left.

The waist is abnormally soft, and the head easily touches the legs.

Hua Simu's head was sandwiched between her arms and legs, and her little face was full of depression.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and cast a small shadow on your eyelids with your long eyelashes.

Thinking of the pulse I just touched, it is fleeting but still captures a trace, don't look at it for a short time, less than two seconds, but often can analyze a lot of problems.

Hua Simu is proficient in medicine and poison.

Her master is a hermit master in the demon world, and she studied with him since she was a child, and the master has never been treated special because of her identity, but to what extent is it strict, once let her take her pulse in the extremely noisy illusion, detoxify herself, and at the same time avoid his attack, and that time she almost lost half her life.

She also took the pulse of a thousand people in one day to find out the pulse that the master wanted.

The master said that if you want to become a healer, you will not be allowed to make the slightest mistake, and you will not be forgiven.

Hua Simu's title of little miracle doctor has never been a false name, there are no incurable incurable diseases in her hands, and she has formed her own complete system of medical skills.

But Han Mo's pulse is really a little strange, the flow is vigorous, the trend is fluent, and it is slightly hindered when it loops......

Hua Simu fell into deep thought, and the white tooth shell bit her red lip.

When she was in the demon world, she had an hour of consultation every day, and patients who could not be treated well in major medical halls would be seen by her personally, and she had touched a lot of pulses in the past few years, but Han Mo's pulse was the first time she had seen it.

Isn't the pulse of a human different from that of a demon?

"Oh, I don't want to, my head is like paste, sleep. ”

After Hua Simu turned off the lights, he rolled into the quilt.

For a moment, the room was silent.

After a few seconds, a curse came from the quilt, "Grass! my hand hurts~"