There is no doubt that Wang Quan is really neat and thorough, but with a stick of incense, Wang Quan sent hot water to Leng Qing, and brought back two things that Leng Qing had never even thought of.

When Wang Quan came back, he was holding a large wooden barrel with a large amount of white mist in his right hand, and it was obvious that the hot water that had just been boiled out of the pot was sent by Wang Quan as quickly as possible, and the heat was still very sufficient. And looking at the height and waist circumference of the barrel, it looks like the barrel is filled with thirty or forty catties of water. In his left hand, Wang Quan held two copper basins stacked together and two white cloth towels, which Leng Qing had never asked for.

Without waiting for Leng Qing to speak, Wang Quan carried the large bucket of hot water and walked straight to the silver carbon stove that was placed two steps parallel to Yan Ziming's waist. Although no carbon has been added to the furnace, the silver carbon in the furnace is still burning brightly.

Under the gaze of Mu Wen and Leng Qing, Wang Quan first put the wooden bucket in his hand on the edge of the stove, and then put one of the two copper basins in his left hand on the ground, and the other on the stove, after that, Wang Quan lifted the wooden barrel at his feet, slowly poured the water in the wooden barrel into the copper basin on the stove, and poured a full basin of water.

Leng Qing knew that Wang Quan did this entirely because the climate of the Red Ice Country was too cold, and if he didn't keep the water warm in this way, it wouldn't take a while, even the boiling water that had just been boiled should turn into cold water. But right now, Leng Qing not only has to clean his hands, but also wipe the blood stains that have coagulated around Yan Ziming's wound, and the most lacking thing is hot water, so Leng Qing is noncommittal about Wang Quan's move to warm water first.

At this time, Wang Quan warmed the water through the heating stove, and then poured most of the hot water into the other copper basin with two white cloth towels placed on the ground, and then personally brought it to Leng Qing to the bed of Jinsi Nanmu.

Leng Qing didn't have the time to be polite with Wang Quan, so she squatted directly by the copper basin and washed her blood-stained hands, and by the way, she also cleaned the little golden scissors for later use when the wound was stitched up.

After washing her hands and small scissors, Leng Qing first picked up the two white cloth towels and wrung them out for the most part. Finally, I scooped up the small scissors in the copper basin, wiped the water stains on the scissors, and put them on a small table on the side.

After doing this, Leng Qing lowered her eyes and looked at her but used to wash her hands and scissors, and it became a basin of water. frowned slightly. Seeing this, Wang Quan didn't need Leng Qing to speak, so he took the initiative to pick up the copper basin and take the water out of the left hall and pour it out.

For Wang Quan to take the initiative to help her, although Leng Qing didn't say anything, she was like a mirror to Wang Quan's initiative in her heart.

Wang Quan went to the dirty water. Leng Qing had no choice but to ask Mu Wen to take out the candle on the lamppost on the small table of Jin Si Nanmu, and then stood side by side with Mu Wen in front of Jin Si Nanmu's bed.

Leng Qing asked Mu Wen to give her the lamp, and she used the candlelight of the candle in Mu Wen's hand to help Yan Ziming wipe the blood around the wound on his back.

Wang Quan poured the dirty water back, put the copper basin by the stove, and then lifted the wooden bucket and added most of the basin of clean water. There was a gourd water scoop prepared by Wang Quan in advance in the wooden barrel, at this time Wang Quan directly picked up the water scoop, scooped up the hot water in the copper basin on the stove and poured it into the copper basin in his hand, after testing the water temperature, Wang Quan took the initiative to get up and take the cloth towel in Leng Qing's hand that was stained red by blood. Squatting on the edge of the copper basin, he scrubbed the cloth towel.

After scrubbing the cloth towel he received, Wang Quan stood up and handed the cleaned cloth towel to Leng Qing, and then took the other cloth towel in Leng Qing's hand that was stained red with blood, and then squatted on the edge of the copper basin and continued to scrub the cloth towel, and so on, which is why Wang Quan took two white cloth towels. During this period, if the water in the copper basin was dirty, Wang Quan took the initiative to take the copper basin and walked out of the left hall to pour out the dirty water, and when he came back, he added clean water.

That compartment. When Leng Qing helped Yan Ziming wipe the blood around the wound, she was very careful, although Mu Wen and Wang Quan did their best and spared no effort to cooperate, they could wait until Leng Qing basically wiped the blood stain on Yan Ziming's back. It's still been more than half a cup of tea.

Looking at Yan Ziming's wiped clean and clean back across the hideous and terrifying, the wound on the left back shoulder was visible to the bone, and some flesh turned out, because her wipe began to have some bleeding wounds, Leng Qing didn't dare to delay, and immediately walked to the side. The needle and thread in the medicine box were removed, and then the needle and thread were not skillfully threaded.

In the interval when Leng Qing went to get the needle and thread, Mu Wen had already explained to him Leng Qing before, and asked him to stuff the bite cloth in Yan Ziming's mouth when Leng Qing was stitching up the wound for Yan Ziming to bite.

As soon as Mu Wen did this and retreated, Leng Qing pinched the silver needle with the sutures and walked to the side of the golden silk nanmu bed.

Lowering his eyes and looking at Yan Ziming, who was lying flat on the bed, with a pale face that had brought disaster to the country and the people, his eyes were closed, and he was biting her homemade biting cloth in his mouth, Leng Qing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out.

When Leng Qing opened her eyes again, there was only clarity and perseverance left in her eyes!

As soon as he was ready, Leng Qing pinched the needle and thread used to suture the wound with his fingertips, and slowly leaned down......

looked at Leng Qing, who was almost lying on Yan Ziming's back, and looked at the silver needle that was shining with a faint silver light pinched by Leng Qing's fingertips...... Holding the freshly cleaned cloth towel in his hand, Wang Quan, who was standing behind Mu Wen, didn't dare to look at Leng Qing's next movements, and immediately turned to look at the basin of water he had warmed on the stove.

After all, the charcoal fire in the furnace is still quite vigorous, and the water in the copper basin is already hot, and it is estimated that it will not be long before it can boil.

Although Wang Quan's big round eyes were staring at the hot water, a pair of ears were erected high, and with the help of strong internal force, he did not let go of the slightest movement behind him.

Wang Quan can still escape the "bloody" scene that will happen next by turning around, Mu Wen is not as lucky as Wang Quan, because he wants to give Leng Qing the palm lamp, so he has no chance to avoid his gaze! As soon as he avoided his gaze, the candlelight shifted with his movements.

Leng Qing was about to get the needle, but the candlelight that was originally shining on Yan Ziming's back wound suddenly moved elsewhere, Leng Qing was stunned for a moment, and then reacted to what had happened.

Leng Qing straightened up and looked at Mu Wen, and sure enough, he saw that Mu Wen had turned his head to look away, Leng Qing saw this, and immediately scolded coldly with an unkind face: "If Yan Ziming can survive today, I don't think you will have to follow him in the future, I think he shouldn't need a subordinate who can't even hold a lamp." ”

The cold and piercing, undulating tone without any tone is the expression of Leng Qing's anger.

was reprimanded by Leng Qing's such merciless words, and Mu Wen, a man who was more than 1.7 meters and nearly 1.8 meters, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

However, although Leng Qing's words made Mu Wen feel embarrassed, Mu Wen did not ridicule Leng Qing, not because Mu Wen was silent and cherished words like gold, but because Mu Wen himself felt that what Leng Qing said was not wrong at all!

As a woman, Leng Qing can still hold a silver needle to stitch up Yan Ziming's wounds, and he Muwen, a big man who didn't even blink his eyes when he killed, if he couldn't even hold a lamp at this time, he really didn't have any qualifications to continue to follow Yan Ziming. The master of his family has never needed weak and useless people! Besides, Leng Qing didn't let him stitch up Yan Ziming's wounds by himself, but just let him hold the lamp on the side, what qualifications did he have to retreat?!!

Thinking of this, Mu Wendang turned his gaze back and continued to give Leng Qing the lamp.

After that, Mu Wen's gaze never left the wound on Yan Ziming's back and Leng Qing's hand holding the silver needle, which can be called doing his best to hold the lamp for Leng Qing, never letting Leng Qing's vision have a trace of shadow blind spots. The shepherd is innocent, only if he holds the lamp well, his grandfather can suffer less crimes......

Inhaling again and exhaling again, Leng Qing leaned over Yan Ziming's back again, raised her hand, and stabbed down, and the silver needle in her hand accurately pierced the wound on Yan Ziming's back.

Mu Wen, who was holding the lamp for Leng Qing by Leng Qing's side, saw Leng Qing's first stitch, and pierced Yan Ziming's flesh and skin to the point of gurgling blood, Mu Wen immediately had the urge to escape, but as soon as he had this thought, he remembered what Leng Qing said, and Mu Wen forcibly pressed his escape thought, so he didn't turn his head to look away.

On the other hand, Leng Qing's face was as usual, and her expression was so calm that she didn't see the blood on Yan Ziming's back that was constantly bubbling out with her needle, and she only used force under her hand to make the silver needle pass through the skin and flesh of the wound, and reconnect the scratched skin and flesh with the suture thread worn at the end of the silver needle......

Although Leng Qing has never touched a needle and thread, she is not so stupid that she doesn't even know how to use needle and thread, and how to stitch the wound.

After stitching the first stitch, Leng Qing tied the thread against the wound, and then opened her mouth to call Wang Quan: "Wang Quan, scissors." ”

Wang Quan was holding his breath and listening to the movement behind him with his ears pricked up, although he had never seen it with his own eyes, but his ears listened to the squeak of the silver needle piercing the flesh, the friction sound of the sutures being pulled through the flesh, and Wang Quan, who could even do such a thing as stitching up his own wounds, couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp at this time.

Wang Quan has never regretted for a moment that he has such a good internal strength, and he can hear even such a subtle sound that ordinary people can't hear at all.

Suddenly hearing Leng Qing call him, Wang Quan didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately moved to take the golden scissors on the small table to Leng Qing.

When handing the little scissors to Leng Qing, Wang Quan's eyes drifted everywhere, looking at the sky and the earth and looking at Leng Qingdi, but he never dared to look at the wound on Yan Ziming's back.

Leng Qing didn't care about Wang Quan at this time, she quickly took the scissors handed over by Wang Quan, quickly cut the sewing thread, and quickly handed the scissors back to Wang Quan. (To be continued.) )