Ling Luo held his chin with one hand, his brows were a little tangled and looked at Qian's broad back, according to Mo Lan Jiuye's uncertain and short-tempered temperament, how did he get such loyal subordinates? It made her so curious.

Although Ling Luo didn't want to admit it very much, he had to say that he was indeed very efficient, and in less than a cup of tea, he took all these unusual things that Ling Luo asked for, carefully put them beside her, and then quickly stood far away, and the way he couldn't avoid them made Ling Luo hang three black lines on his forehead.

Ling Luo sighed, but still got up and got out of bed, dragging four iron chains behind him, and came to Qian with a clang. Mo Lan Jiuye was not so frustrated, the length of the chain tied to Ling Luo was roughly enough for her to walk around this room at will, and she could even walk to the side of the bed to bask in the sun, but she couldn't get out. Of course, Ling Luo obviously didn't think it was a gift, because there was really no way to make a good impression on a guy who could think of the vulgar trick of tying people.

Ling Luo mixed the medicine she wanted according to the ratio in her memory, and then applied it to the white cloth cut into strips, this recipe was an ancient recipe that Luo Xue had read in the book when she was studying medicine, and it had a miraculous effect on bone healing.

Thinking that Ling Luo really should be good at Xiexie Luo Xue, if it weren't for her erudition and unforgettable, I am afraid that with the situation that she does not have any spiritual power now, she will be completely powerless against Qian's injury.

"Stand biedong!" Ling Luo shouted loudly to Qian, first outpowering this big man who was much taller than her in terms of momentum, and then smiling his sleeve up while he was shaking his head.

Although Ling Luo has lost his spiritual power, but the basic perception of having studied medical skills still exists, Ling Luo's hand touched Shangqian's arm, and he roughly understood his injury, the bones of his entire right arm have been shattered, but fortunately, his body foundation is good, his spiritual power is also abundant, and the meridians on his arm are still intact and running smoothly, which is very helpful for the recovery of the injury.

Ling Luo wrapped the white cloth with medicine in his hand around Shang Qian's right arm, wrapping it tightly from the elbow down, and even making Qian feel some pain, which was the basis for healing the injury, and he had to endure it.

"It's okay, as long as it's a week, well, it's seven days, and your arm won't hurt anymore," Ling Luo looked at Qian's expressionless face but his eyes were wandering, and he told him in a soft tone, the voice was so soft that Qianqian was a little suspicious, she was actually the woman who yelled at him just now.

"Your arm will slowly regain consciousness, but you can't use any force at will for a month, just try to maintain a naturally drooping posture," Ling Luo finished wrapping the medicine belt, and carefully instructed the precautions for the arm, and then remembered something, and added, "Also, remember to use spiritual power every three days to straighten out the meridians of your right arm, so that your right hand can move freely and be as intact as before." ”

He looked at his finely bandaged arm in a daze, and then looked at Ling Luo, who was chattering in front of him, a little overwhelmed and sluggish, and held back for a long time before he burst out with such a sentence, "Are you treating my injuries?" ”