Fang Hua was seriously injured, there were traces of three claws on his chest, from his shoulders to his waist, the skin and flesh were turned out, and the bones were deeply visible.

Fang Rong breathed heavily, "You were the one who saved me today, right?" ”

Drip! Didi!

Drops of hot liquid fell, and Fang Rong couldn't control himself.

Fang Hua didn't speak, he stretched out his uninjured hand and wiped Fang Rong's tears, "Why are you crying?" ”

Tears were strange to him, and he didn't know what to do when the hot liquid was hot, and he didn't know how to comfort Fang Rong?

"I didn't cry." Fang Rong rubbed his eyes and took out the emergency medicine box from the drawer next to him, because the breeder's work is special, he will be more or less rubbed, the medicine box is essential, and there are a lot of them at home.

"You lie down, I'll give you medicine." Fang Hua's injuries were too serious and too serious, one of his arms had a piece of flesh scraped off by his teeth, he was still too young, he had no combat experience, and he suffered a lot against other beasts.

But he has been quietly bearing, like a sensible and well-behaved child, the most lovable.

"It hurts a little, you have to endure it." Because the destructive power of the orcs is a bit strong, Fang Rong is afraid that he will not be able to bear it and destroy the furniture here, so he specially reminds him.

Fang Hua lay in the quilt very obediently, revealing his smooth upper body, he was very thin and white, his skin was delicate and smooth, just like a newborn baby, with a pink color, his collarbones were small and beautiful, and his round shoulders trembled slightly.

Fang Rong poured alcohol to disinfect the wound, foam appeared in the middle of the turned meat, and he wiped it with an alcohol cotton over and over again.

Because it has to be cleaned thoroughly, it is inevitable to use some force, turn over the meat on both sides and rub it inside, it will definitely hurt when it touches the meat, Fang Hua can't stand it, he will grab the sheets on both sides, and his face shows a painful expression, but he never speaks, at the mercy of Fang Rong, which is sad.

The wound was so large that it was bleeding so much from his right shoulder to his left waist that it needed to be stitched up.

Fang Rong has no professional knowledge, and Fang Hua's situation cannot be sent to the hospital for treatment, if he is sent out, he will be taken away immediately.

"What to do? You've bled too much, and there's still some necrotic flesh to cut off. "He's at a loss.

Fang Hua dragged on for too long, plus the orc's claws were poisonous, the wound was suppurated, and some carrion was rotten, plus in order to prevent the wound from bleeding, Fang Hua squeezed the wound, and the necrotic flesh area was larger, and it couldn't be dealt with lightly.

Fang Rong used a lighter to bake the fruit knife and sterilize the fruit knife, his heart was beating wildly, his hands were in a hurry, and he retreated when he came to the end, "What should I do?" I don't dare. ”

On the contrary, Fang Hua held his hand as if comforting, manipulated his hand, and cut it on his chest inch by inch, during the whole process, he gritted his teeth when he was in pain, and squeezed Fang Rong's hand hard, the orc was powerful, and Fang Rong had been silently enduring it.

When all the carrion was removed, he was soaking wet, his silver curls clung to his forehead, the tip of his nose twitched slightly, and he was unable to raise the knife again.

"Help me." He looked at Fang Rong, full of hope and trust.

Fang Rong's hands were full of blood, sweat dripped from his forehead to his neck, he didn't dare to wipe it, he was wholeheartedly on the wounds one after another, those were all injured because of him, if it weren't for him, Fang Hua wouldn't ......

Now he is like a wronged child, crying and making trouble, and needs Fang Hua, a real child, to comfort and operate.

Fang Rong's nose was sour, more tears fell uncontrollably, almost blurring his eyes, and he could only vaguely see Fang Hua, who had silver hair, looking at him without blinking, without comfort, without touching, he just looked at it, as if he didn't know what to do?

"I didn't cry, I really didn't cry." Fang Rong was embarrassed to see him, quickly wiped away his tears, and took the needle and thread on the table, the needle hole was extraordinarily thin, he couldn't wear it after wearing it several times, or Fang Hua held his hand and stabilized the panic in his heart, so he put the needle and thread on and sewed up the hideous wound.

After the three wounds were stitched up, both of them lay on the bed as if they were prostrating, and it took a while to get up with the strength to get up.

Fang Rong packed up the medical tools and wrapped him layer by layer with gauze, like wrapping a zongzi. Because the wound was on the chest, it was necessary to go around his entire back when bandaging, and every time he went around, he was inevitably very close to him.

Fang Rong could easily smell the sweat and fishy smell on his body, the sweat smell was painful sweat, and the fishy smell was the blood that had just been bandaged and came out.

Unexpectedly, he thought it smelled good, mixed with the smell of alcohol, and with the freshness of a teenager, the hormones of adolescence?

Speaking of which, Fang Hua's age is already a half-old boy according to the algorithm of the orcs, and he can marry a wife and have children in two years longer, but unfortunately his life has changed because he has been kept in a cage since he was a child, and at first glance, maybe even he has no plans for the future.

Fang Rong didn't pretentiously ask him if he would leave after his injury healed, he only cared about now, now Fang Hua is at least here.

The quilt was dripping with alcohol and blood, Fang Rongyou wanted to change it, but he thought that Fang Hua should be very tired today, so he didn't change it.

Fang Hua was very sensible, he went to sleep in it and gave up a seat for Fang Rong.

Fang Rong refused to sleep for fear of pressing his wounds, "You sleep, I'm not sleepy." He made an excuse for himself, "I still have a diary to write, go to sleep when I'm done, you go to sleep first." ”

Maybe he was really sleepy, Fang Hua pulled up his quilt, put it under his nose and sniffed deeply, and fell asleep satisfied, without the vigilance that a beast should have, nor the vigilance that a strange environment should have, he seemed to be very at ease here, he slept very soundly, and he still had a smile in his sleep.

The silver hair glowed slightly under the faint table lamp, the crooked head unexpectedly looked cute, Fang Hua's facial features were delicate and three-dimensional, and they were even more distinct under the light, like a translucent crystal doll, flawless in the slightest.

"Fang Hua, you must be a gift from heaven." Fang Rong wrote in his diary.