Doctor Xing and Feng Jingyun put their ears against the door, listening to the movement inside. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brother Luo, I'm fine, you can come in. Someone inside said faintly.

Feng Jingyun immediately pushed open the door, put the sheepskin bag in his hand on the table, rushed to the bed with ginger sugar water, saw her in a cold sweat, inexplicably a little distressed, and hurriedly took the sweat towel to help her wipe her sweat, but when I thought that this sweat towel had not been washed for a few days, it was all my own stinky sweat, so I quickly lost it, and ran to the wardrobe to get a clean sleeping clothes.

"Look at you, you have to come by yourself, and you will sweat. He didn't know how he could say such gentle words, and his face turned red when he finished speaking.

But he still forced himself to wipe her sweat hard, and when he saw that she was tired and narrowed her eyes, she didn't want to move.

Yan Ying really didn't want to move, squinting her eyes and letting him help wipe her sweat, but she also smelled the smell of another person, guessing it was his brother, right?

"Aren't you thirsty? Drink a bowl of ginger syrup to ward off the cold. ”

Yan Ying opened her eyes and found that standing next to him was an old man, still carrying a wooden box in his hand, looking like a doctor.

But I was thirsty, so I didn't care about anything else, and I wanted to take the ginger syrup and drink it, but Feng Jingyun said, "You don't have any strength at all, I'll feed you." ”

Yan Ying was a little embarrassed, "This ......"

"It's okay, you're a patient. Feng Jingyun sat on the edge of the bed and fed her spoonful by spoon.

Dr. Xing's eyes were about to fall off, is this a storm? Isn't it a tender ghost possessed? So gentle? Seeing that he is clumsy and roaring, the girl can't drink it, and it always leaks out, and then she is embarrassed to help her wipe it.

Yan Ying's face turned a little red, and she was even more embarrassed.

Doctor Xing stared at him and stood aside, not daring to say anything, for fear of making a sound, the domineering storm from before would come back, give him another kick, and his old bones would be unbearable.

Finally drank a bowl of ginger syrup, Yan Ying was tired again, squinted her eyes and gasped.

Feng Jingyun put the bowl on the table and motioned to Dr. Xing, and he approached her curiously, "Girl, the old man is a doctor, I don't know if I can take a look at the injury on the girl's shoulder?"

The thighs must not look good, look at the shoulders first, if there is no problem, just prescribe medicine, if it is not good enough, and then deal with it again.

What's more, Feng Jingyun said that she is a member of the Yan family, and all practitioners have a sense of awe for Yan's medical skills.

Since he is a doctor, Yan Ying wants to give face.

Yan Ying opened her eyes and nodded, "Brother Luo, please help me pull my collar, I'm really bored." "She doesn't have the concept of the ancients not showing a few skins in her mind, and it's normal for the doctor to see your injuries.

Luo Yun seems to be a very upright person, and she doesn't take advantage of others, she feels that she can trust him.

Feng was stunned, and suddenly rejoiced in her heart, she actually asked him to help him pull open the collar, this is whenever he is an outsider and a stranger.

He held his breath and carefully pulled her neckline, not wanting to widen it, not wanting to show Dr. Xing too much.

Dr. Xing glanced at the wound and widened his eyes, the stitching method of this stitch is so beautiful, he is ashamed of himself.

But there was no way for her to bandage the wound herself, she just sprinkled the powder on the wound.

"Girl, if you don't care, can Lao Yu help you bandage it? Lao Yu brought trauma medicine, which is not a good medicinal material, but it heals very well from traumatic wounds. ”

This female doll is very seriously injured, her face is as white as snow, there is no blood at all, she has lost too much blood, and ordinary people have long fainted and can't wake up, she can actually have her own IQ and can stitch it by herself, which is really admirable.

"Yes, thank you, doctor. Yan Ying knew that the sutures must be medicated and bandaged, otherwise she would be infected, but she was really powerless, and she would not be hypocritical about her body.