At the moment when her cry of pain sounded, Chang Sheng quickly dropped the spoon in his hand, pulled the right hand she was holding, and his face tightened: "Why are you so careless." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Didn't he tell her to be careful? Why did he scratch his hand?

"General, the slave's hand hurts?" she was like this, and he blamed himself, Fan Shui's tears of pain swirled in his eyes, and he looked at the man frowning in front of him aggrievedly, she didn't mean it, why was she so fierce.

Chang Sheng carefully broke off the hand she was holding the wound, and when he heard her aggrieved words, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, not knowing whether he was distressed or angry, and said: "Now that you know that it hurts, can't you be smarter? ”

"That guy wouldn't! I hadn't sharpened my sword before. She looked at him pitifully, and justified that she was as stupid as he said!

Chang Sheng carefully examined her injuries, the fingers of her right hand were cut three fingers by the sharp blade, and some blood was lost, but fortunately, the wound was not very deep, and there was no bone. Chang Sheng couldn't help but be afraid for a while when she thought that as long as she used a little bit of force, her fingers would be cut off. Reaching out and tearing off the corners of her clothes, he wrapped her injured fingers tightly.

"Lighter."

It's hard to wrap it so hard, it's painful, okay?

Chang Sheng shouted in a low voice: "Hold it down by yourself, don't move around"

If you don't wrap it tightly, how can the blood stop, Chang Sheng stood up and walked to a cabinet and tossed for a while, as if he was looking for something.

"Oh!" Fan Shuiling was so frightened by him that his neck shrunk, and obediently held his hand according to his words.

After a while, Chang Sheng sat down in front of her again, removed her left hand, untied the fabric on her right hand, took the wound medicine he had just found, and gently sprinkled it on the wound.

"Oh, it hurts, what the hell is this? It hurts me. The sharp pain on his fingers made Fan Shuiling cry out in pain, and the tears gathered in his eyes suddenly rolled down, looking pitiful.

Chang Sheng looked at the tear stains on her face that were scratched by tears, and comforted her softly: "This is a good medicine for sword wounds, endure it, it won't hurt so much after a while." ”

The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, she hurt three fingers at once, and he knew that she was in pain now.

"Hmm!" Hearing his words of comfort, Fan Shuiling felt as if it wasn't as painful as just now.

After Chang Sheng sprinkled the powder, he wiped the blood around her fingers, and finally wrapped her fingers one by one with a clean white bandage, acting extremely carefully, for fear that she would be in more pain.

Fan Shuiling looked at Chang Sheng's eyes lowered, and he was seriously bandaging his fingers, and his heart was beating non-stop. Raise your head and look up: at the same time I am praying in my heart: God, can you let time stay at this moment, don't disappear so soon.

I didn't hear her say that it hurt again, and after tying the last knot, Chang Sheng raised his head in wonder, saw her looking up at the roof in a daze, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Ahh ”

"Be careful these days and don't get wet when the wound hasn't healed. "Originally, in this case, she should have been asked to go to the house doctor. The moment he saw her hurt, he didn't have the extra heart to think about it, and subconsciously wanted to take care of her in his mind.

"What is the slave going to do?"

When Chang Sheng heard this, he frowned: "Your hands are injured, you still want to do things, don't you want this hand?"

Chang Sheng, who has always been gentle and elegant, listened to her thoughtless words, and couldn't help but put on a face at her, and there is no common sense, stupid can't be stupid to the point of this.