Chapter 195, the cliff is high and the wind is strong, and the mountains and rivers are wide and the cold lang (2)

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When the car was in a hurry, when he arrived at Deqiancui Lake, Zhao Yun got out of the car. Zhang Yan saw it from afar, and saw that he hugged Qi Han, and the two of them were covered in blood, so he was suddenly startled, and hurriedly brought someone to greet him.

"What's wrong with Childe! Why did it take a while to become like this?"

Boss Duan was the most anxious, and the tiger roared, and then rushed forward. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to take the person from Zhao Yun's hands. These days, getting along with Qi Han day and night, he takes care of his daily life, and he is used to it, but he might as well face Zhao Yun's gloomy red bloody eyes, and he swept it away coldly, only to feel murderous and overwhelming.

Boss Duan's heart suddenly shuddered, and he suddenly took his hand back.

suddenly remembered those portraits of Qi Gongzi...... At this moment, seeing Zhao Yun's situation of wanting to kill someone, he faintly understood a little.

Zhao Yun pursed his lips, hugged Qi Han, said nothing, and walked to the forest first. Zhang Yan was so well-behaved, he immediately took Boss Duan and two old military doctors, followed by Zhao and Guo, and followed into the forest.

When he arrived at the Jingshe and put the person on the bed, Zhao Yun held Qi Han's cold right hand and refused to let go.

The two old military doctors glanced at each other, and were about to lift the sleeve of Qi Han's robe on his left hand to check the injury, but Zhao Yun suddenly clamped his claws, and with a pair of cold and dark eyes, he stared at them viciously, and said sharply: "What are you doing!"

Before getting out of the car, he had covered the wound with the sleeves of Qi Han's robe, and he didn't want to show the people in the Feiyan Department Qi Han's self-killing wrist, so that no one would look down on him because of this. After putting the person on the couch, in a trance, someone actually moved Qi Han's sleeves, how could he not be angry?

The old military doctor wailed, and before he could speak, Zhao Yun asked himself and answered, "Are you a doctor?"

The old man only felt that his palms seemed to sink into the red iron, and his finger bones were crushed by a huge force, as if they were about to be shattered, and the hot and sharp pain almost made people faint. His old face was flushed, his eyes were full of horror, and he nodded at Zhao Yun in a hurry, and at the same time kept begging for mercy.

Zhang Yan saw that Zhao Yun's expression was different, his eyes were confused, for fear that he would miss and break the military doctor, so he hurriedly broke him away, and said in his mouth: "Brother Zilong, the two of them are the best military doctors in the Feiyan Department, compared to Kong Lian, they are not much better!

When Zhao Yun heard it, it turned out to be a military doctor. He glanced at the white-bearded old man suspiciously again before he let go of his hand.

The old man was still sighing, stroking his bruised and reddened hand, and saw that Zhao Yun had turned back and sat back on the couch, and once again held Qi Han's intact right hand, but his movements were gentle and gentle, which was not the same as the rudeness and brutality of capturing the old military doctor just now.

Seeing that the military doctor was still grinding, Zhao Yun suddenly turned his head again, his eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire, and said, "Since you are a doctor, why don't you come to show him the injury!"

The old man staggered, hurriedly stepped forward, lifted Qi Han's sleeves tremblingly, and immediately took a breath of cool air when he saw it.

Zhao Yun's face turned pale, and with a "open" sound, he actually pulled out his waist sword!

Zhang Yan was also frightened when he suddenly saw the terrible, obviously suicide-inflicted wound, but seeing that Zhao Yun was furious, he hurriedly stepped forward and pressed his shoulder, for fear that he would disagree with him and hurt people violently, and hacked the military doctor to death with a sword.

But he heard Zhao Yun ask in a cold voice: "Why are you gasping? You can't cure him?" But no one saw that his fingers on the sword were trembling.

Zhang Yan never knew that Zhao Yun would become so arrogant and unreasonable, fierce and cruel, as if only when the matter was related to Qi Han, he would show such a willful, obsessive, and unusual appearance, he was stunned, and comforted Zhao Yun in a loud voice.

The other hand was pressed on his waist and touched it, his face a little hesitant.

Zhang Yan saw that the two military doctors were trembling with fright and couldn't speak, so he frowned and said, "The head of the floating clouds asked you, if you can be cured or not, answer immediately!"

The old military doctor glanced at Zhao Yun's bloodshot eyes, and his hand pressing the sword, and hurriedly said, "It can be cured! Lao Er can be cured......

The sweat on his forehead was dripping, and under Zhao Yun's fierce gaze, he took out a pair of Jinchuang medicine powder and other things, and together with another military doctor, he dealt with the injury on Qi Han's wrist.

Guo Jia leaned on the log wall on the side, coldly watching everyone go in and out, seeing that Zhao Yun looked like a lost soul, sitting in front of Qi Han, motionless as if carving, he couldn't help but snort again, his eyes were cold, and gradually revealed a deep thought.

The old military doctor was a must-have in treating external injuries, and his movements were skillful, and he quickly wrapped Qi Han's broken wrist. He also identified some bottles and cans for healing injuries from Dong Feng's medicine shelf, and regardless of whether the powder could heal the wounds or not, he stuffed them into Boss Duan. Although the injury is properly bandaged, it is the most difficult to deal with because of excessive blood loss and the human body's sperm and blood have gone. The old military doctor had no choice but to prescribe a few prescriptions to nourish blood and qi, pick out the medicinal materials, and give them to Boss Duan to go to the stove to decoction.

During the whole process of healing, there was a stagnant and heavy atmosphere in the room, Zhao Yun didn't say a word, sitting there, others didn't dare to come out, and even spoke softly, only Guo Jia continued to cough on the side.

The old military doctor took care of everything, and Boss Duan also brought the decocted medicine up, and was about to take it to Qi Han, but Guo Jia said, "Bring it to me." ”

Seeing that Zhao Yun didn't react, Boss Duan nodded again, and gave it to Guo Jia first.

Guo Jia didn't say a word, sniffed the medicine first, and felt that there was no problem. Only then did he find a small brocade box, took a yellow pill, threw it into the bowl and melted it, and said, "Give it to him." After the words fell, he thought about it, smiled bitterly, and said, "That's it!" and stuffed the brocade box into the placket of Boss Duan's coat, "Within three days, give him all these nine pills." ”

Boss Duan said "oh", walked over with the medicine bowl, and was about to help Qi Han to feed it, Zhao Yun had already snatched the medicine bowl away, looked at the unconscious Qi Han, looked at the medicine in the bowl, and glanced at the house.

The old military doctor was shocked, thinking that he was going to be angry, and immediately said with a bitter face: "Leader Fuyun! The old man has done his best! The son is seriously injured, and the tendons and veins in his left wrist are useless, even if he is well raised in the future, he will not have the strength." In addition, there is too much blood loss, when you can wake up, it depends on the creation of heaven, even if you kill the old man, it will not help......"

Before the words fell, Zhang Yan had already pulled his shirt, glared at him with horizontal eyebrows, and the old man's wailing suddenly stopped. But the implication of that statement was understood by everyone - Qi Han was too seriously injured, and I am afraid that he will not be able to live.

Zhao Yun ignored his words, his eyes swept over Boss Duan and the others, and said, "Go out!"

He drew his sword, slashed off the corner of the table, and looked at everyone coldly, "Whoever tells the story of today will be like this table!"

The two military doctors nodded as if pounding garlic, and hurriedly said in unison, "Don't dare, never dare to leak half a word!", and Boss Duan needless to say, he is not only Zhang Yan's henchman, but also close to Qi Han, let alone reveal his self-death.

Guo Jia snorted: "You are far-sighted and thoughtful for him." ”

Zhao Yun ignored his sarcastic words, stared at Qi Han's face, didn't look up, just said in a deep voice: "Because he won't die." I will never let him die-" I will not let people chew the root of his tongue and despise him! No matter what method I use, whether I go to find a miracle doctor or Shinto, I must save people back! Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and secretly swore in his heart, word by word, until his teeth bleed.

"Tsk," Guo Jia chuckled again, "if you can keep defending him like this, he won't suffer so much." ”

Zhao Yun's eyebrows trembled, and he said, "Don't worry, I won't make him sad and suffer again." I won't let him go again unless I'm dead. ”

"It's better to be so. Otherwise, even if you don't die, I will take your life!" Guo Jia's eyes flashed, and he reluctantly withdrew from Qi Han's body.

Zhao Yun's hand gently brushed the hair on Qi Han's face, a touch of imperceptible grief flashed in his eyes, paused, and nodded: "If there is a day, you don't have to do it." ”

"Remember your words well!" Guo Jia sneered, turned his head and rolled up the sleeves of his robe, and walked outside the house.

Zhang Yan rolled his eyes, and obediently took the military doctors and Boss Duan and left