In the hall on the left side of the empty Qingxin Palace, the unconscious Yan Zi Mingping was lying on the golden silk nanmu bed, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, and he couldn't see the wanton demeanor of the country and the people in the past.

Yan Ziming bit a piece of bite cloth made of folded sleeves with purple edges, covered with a satin quilt below the waist, the clothes above the waist had been all torn, the broad back was wide open, and the hideous and terrifying wound on the back was faintly oozing blood.

Leng Qing, who was barefoot, wearing only a thin undershirt and a dark purple thick coat, was leaning over Yan Ziming's back, stitching up Yan Ziming's wound one by one. Leng Qing's starry eyes stared at the movements of her own hands without blinking, and the expression on her face was only calm and indifferent, but there was no trace of nervousness and fear.

Dressed in a tight-fitting black suit, his shirt was torn in many places, with a faint bloody aura, Mu Wen, who had always been expressionless, stood beside Leng Qing and held the lamp for Leng Qing, his eagle-like eyes stared intently at the wound on Yan Ziming's back and Leng Qing's right hand holding the stitch. The candle in Mu Wen's hand moved slightly with the movements of Leng Qing's hand, trying to make sure that Leng Qing's vision did not have the slightest shadow blind spot.

Wang Quan, dressed in brown leather armor, stood on Leng Qing's other side, handing Leng Qing the qiē thing she needed. Except for the pair of big round eyes that kept floating around, and his eyes never dared to fall on the wound on Yan Ziming's back, Wang Quan did a very good job of everything Leng Qing commanded.

Even if Wang Quan still had doubts and vigilance about Leng Qing in his heart, at such a critical juncture that was related to Yan Ziming's life, Wang Quan did not dare to delay or omit in the slightest, and did exactly what Leng Qing ordered.

Moreover, every time Wang Quan handed the small golden scissors in his hand to Leng Qing, Wang Quan himself held the scissors blade, and handed Leng Qing the scissors, so that Leng Qing would not be injured by mistake.

Even on several occasions, Leng Qing inadvertently handed the scissors back to Wang Quan's hand, so that the sharp scissors pierced Wang Quan's palm to the point of blood...... Wang Quan still worked for Leng Qing perfectly, without the slightest complaint.

"Cloth towels. It was still the same clear voice. Without the slightest emotion xù ups and downs.

With the cooperation of Wang Quan and Mu Wen, Leng Qing sutured four stitches like this, and seeing that there was a lot of blood oozing from the place where she had stitched, it hindered her from continuing to stitch up. Leng Qing called Wang Quan and asked him to hand her a cloth towel.

Hearing Leng Qing's shout, Wang Quan didn't talk the slightest nonsense, and quickly took the small scissors that Leng Qing handed back to him, and handed the white cloth towel he had been holding in his hand to Leng Qing.

Hand pinch a white cloth towel. After gently wiping away the blood flowing from the sutures and the wound, Leng Qing continued to stitch up Yan Ziming's wound expressionlessly.

Although Leng Qing had a headache and every needle she pricked would make Yan Ziming bleed a lot, Leng Qing could only stab Yan Ziming one needle after another, without the slightest flinch or hesitation. Because Leng Qing knew that if even she flinched and hesitated, then Yan Ziming would really be finished.

In this way, the small golden scissors and bloody cloth towels alternated in the hands of Leng Qing and Wang Quan, but Wang Quan never dared to lower his eyes to look at the hideous wound on Yan Ziming's back.

When the twelfth stitch was stitched, Yan Ziming, who had been in a coma, suddenly had a hint of reaction-

Even if he was so seriously injured, Yan Ziming never let go. The piece of Bering in his left hand fell very suddenly and impartially at the feet of Mu Wen, who was in charge of holding the lamp!

The pure bronze token smashed on the swarthy solid floor tiles, making a small sound in the silent left hall, but it was enough for the three people standing beside Yan Ziming to hear it in their hearts......

Although the piece of Bering smashed at Mu Wen's feet, it was more like it smashed on Mu Wen's heart, making Mu Wen's heart, who had been holding back and not daring to take his eyes off Yan Ziming's back, jump.

Because of Bering's fall, Mu Wen finally moved his gaze slightly from the wound on Yan Ziming's back to Yan Ziming's face, but he still only saw Yan Ziming's pale face and closed eyes - Yan Ziming showed no signs of waking up.

Somewhat disappointed, he withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the wound on Yan Ziming's back that had been stitched up a little bit, and Mu Wen didn't know whether he should be uncomfortable or happy. Uncomfortable. It's because even after such a toss, Yan Ziming never woke up, and fortunately, because Yan Ziming woke up a little later tomorrow night, he could feel a moment less pain......

As for Wang Quan. Although he had never stared at the wound on Yan Ziming's back, let alone dared to look at Leng Qing's action of stitching up Yan Ziming's wound, Wang Quan had been holding his breath and concentrating, listening silently with his ears pricked up, and silently counting every stitch Leng Qing had stitched for Yan Ziming in his heart.

Wang Quan and Mu Wen were both in a fluctuating mood because of Bering's landing, only Leng Qing still looked indifferent. Not in the slightest bit disturbed by Bering's landing.

Leng Qing's stitching action has never stopped, but her mouth has ordered: "Wang Quan, put the scissors and cloth towel on my hand first." He feels pain, give him medicine quickly!" "If Yan Ziming is allowed to suffer from pain like this, it is very likely that Yan Ziming, who has just recovered his consciousness, will faint in pain again, which is not a good thing!"

Hearing Leng Qing call him, Wang Quan didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately followed Leng Qing's instructions, and put the small golden scissors in his hand and the cloth towel that had been soaked red with blood in a place where Leng Qing could easily reach it. Then Wang Quan went around to the head of the bed, and after feeding Yan Ziming the medicine that Mu Wen had given to Yan Ziming before, he picked up the small jasper medicine bottle that he had placed next to Yan Ziming's pillow and opened it again, poured out several dark black pills the size of soybeans, and fed them into Yan Ziming's mouth.

Each pill in this jasper bottle is made of six ginseng, namely white ginseng, red ginseng, codonopsis, bashen, prince ginseng, wild ginseng, and more than ten kinds of precious tonic herbs such as Huixin grass, Nine Dead Soul Grass, Immortal Grass, Angelica, Eucommia, Dogwood, etc., and now they are used to hang Yan Ziming's life, which is the best choice.

"By the way, use the best ginseng you can find to make a bowl of ginseng soup, and the speed should be fast!" As soon as Wang Quan assisted Yan Ziming to swallow the dark black pill the size of a soybean, Leng Qing's calm voice sounded again.

"Hey, I'll go!" Wang Quan agreed simply, and before the words fell, the others had already blown out of the left hall like a gust of wind. The small jasper medicine bottle, which was already empty, fell where Wang Quan had stood before, and after a few spins, he lay there quietly.

It wasn't that Leng Qing intended to toss Wang Quan, but Leng Qing had just remembered that she should have prepared a bowl of ginseng soup in advance, and this ginseng soup was the best medicinal material to use to hang her life......

When the twenty-third stitch was stitched, Wang Quan blew back to the left hall like a gust of wind, and he was still holding a palm-sized pure black clay pot in his hand.

Putting the clay pot with the same pure black lid tightly into the charcoal fire of the silver charcoal stove at Yan Ziming's feet, Wang Quan immediately turned to Leng Qing's side and continued his previous work of handing Leng Qing small scissors and cloth towels.

With the cooperation of Leng Qing, Mu Wen, and Wang Quan, time is slowly passing.

The water in the copper basin on the silver-carbon stove was boiling and bubbling and bubbling. The pure black clay pot that was placed directly in the charcoal fire of the silver charcoal stove also began to have hot gas coming out from the edge of the tightly covered lid......

Xu was because of taking the pill, Yan Ziming didn't move after Bering landed, and until Leng Qing finished stitching up the wound on his back, Yan Ziming didn't make any more movement.

When Leng Qing's last stitch was finished, because he had to hold the lamp for Leng Qing, Mu Wen, who had hardly left Yan Ziming's back wound, finally let out a breath slowly and put down a heart that had been hanging on the ground......

The hideous and terrifying wound on Yan Ziming's back, which was more than 30 centimeters long and 3 or 4 centimeters deep at the deepest point, was stitched with 37 stitches! The white cloth towel used to wipe and suture the blood stains at the wound for Yan Ziming has changed from white at the beginning, and has gradually turned into today's red, until now with just a slight twist, a handful of blood can be wrung out!

Handing the remaining needles and threads for stitching in his hand to Wang Quan, Leng Qing said to Wang Quan very naturally: "Yunnan Baiyao." ”

However, after Leng Qing's words fell, Wang Quan, who had a tacit understanding with Leng Qing, did not move this time.

Leng Qing raised her eyes to look at Wang Quan in some surprise, but saw that Wang Quan was also looking at her with a puzzled face: "What is Yunnan Baiyao?

Caught off guard, she choked on Wang Quan's question, and Leng Qing immediately realized that she had said it without paying attention! What Yunnan Baiyao? This other world doesn't even have this place in Yunnan!

Of course, it was impossible for Leng Qing to explain to Wang Quan, so Leng Qing could only nod and agree with Wang Quan: "Well, it's gold sore medicine, bring as many as you want." By the way, and gauze, bring it all together!"

Wang Quan nodded, and in the blink of an eye, he brought her everything Leng Qing wanted: five bottles of gold sore medicine and three rolls of white gauze.

With the right hand stained with blood stains on Yan Ziming's body, she took a small white porcelain bottle handed to her by Wang Quan, pulled out the cork wrapped in red cloth at the mouth of the bottle, and from Yan Ziming's left back shoulder, Leng Qing carefully sprinkled the pale yellow powder in the porcelain bottle in her hand along the wound on Yan Ziming's back.

The wound that was still bubbling and oozing blood was like a surging river meeting a solid embankment after it was stained with those pale yellow powders. )