The development of surgery in traditional Chinese medicine is actually much earlier than everyone thinks, and there have been prototypes, pioneers and successful examples as early as the Warring States period. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info And for Ziyan, such a method is much simpler, there is a spiritual power and a panacea that is difficult to explain by technology, and there is no need to worry about heavy bleeding and postoperative infection during surgery. And the perverted hand speed brought about by the improvement of physical fitness can also overcome the problem of surgical proficiency and stability. Coupled with the understanding of the body structure for the purpose of fighting, other details are basically solved by spiritual power, at least there is no wound medicine that can make blood vessels heal at a speed visible to the naked eye in the future generations.

In fact, if the pillar has spiritual power, there is no need to be nervous about this internal injury, nine times out of ten the internal injuries said in ancient times are internal bleeding, this degree of internal bleeding, there is no internal organ rupture, two circles of spiritual power running, you can straighten out and recuperate.

But after all, it is not a skilled worker, and when the operation is completed, the little soldier called the pillar is arranged to fake his death and escape, and the sky has already been flooded with a rising star.

Ziyan packed up the camp tent, but saw Xiang Yu walk in with a tired face.

Waving his hand to signal Yunyan and Xiaonuo to go down, Ziyan handed Xiang Yu a cup of hot water: "There is still some time, you can sleep here with me for a while." ”

"No, I'm going to practice soon, I can't sleep for long, and I'm not energetic. You can lie down with me. Xiang Yu took the water and leaned back, hugged the purple smoke and buried it in her arms, and her voice was even more tired when she listened to it.

Ziyan listened to the distress for a while, but lay down with him......

It's not that Ziyan is hypocritical, since he has admitted this status, some things are responsibilities and obligations, and Ziyan knows it in his heart. The reason for her rejection is actually very simple, it is just a psychological shadow......

The feeling of the first night was really not good, except for the pain or pain, that kind of powerless humiliation could simply make Ziyan knock Xiang Yu out of the game in an instant. Even if reason controlled it, every time Xiang Yu got close, she was nervous to death.

Of course, this is not a big problem, and it will be over after a hard time, as long as the feeling is not so uncomfortable after that, there will be nothing left.

But probably because the previous lesson was too profound, Xiang Yu was a little overkill now, and he was reluctant to be wronged by Ziyan at all, and he didn't say anything after noticing her resistance, afraid that he couldn't help it, but he gave her the military camp tent and went to squeeze out with Long He himself.

When no one is spoiled, the woman is Iron Man, invulnerable to copper skin and iron bones, strong and strong, and looks like a well-known good man! But when I was pampered, I realized how squeamish I was, and I was afraid of being broken like a glass doll. Ziyan can't escape this strange circle, and she doesn't want to escape, she enjoys Xiang Yu's favor with a little guilt, and indulges her willfulness and hypocrisy.

Ziyan stiffened slightly, and Xiang Yu, who was attached to her arms, could hear it, and her muffled laughter vibrated her chest: "Don't worry, I'll just lie down, this little time is not enough for me to do anything." ”

“…… Good. Ziyan agreed with a red face. I don't know if it's her delusion, how can Xiang Yu have a feeling that he has ulterior motives when he says this? !

Hypocrisy is hypocrisy here, and it is impossible for your own man to be tired like this without feeling distressed. She has nothing to do, and it is a big deal to get up in the middle of the night to make up for sleep during the day, but Xiang Yu has to be busy all day long, he has not much time to sleep, and he is squeezed by such and such emergencies, and it is an all-nighter.

Xiang Yu pressed tightly on her back, buried his head in her shoulder socket, quietly breathing on her neck, to be honest, a little itchy, but Ziyan was motionless, holding his waist tightly with both hands, giving the busy and tired man a place to rest at ease.

Xiang Yu didn't fall asleep, neither did Ziyan, they were just enjoying this rare snuggle.

For a while, the smoke of the battlefield and the busyness of the struggle seemed to be far away, and only each other's breath was left in the world, and each other's heartbeats and pulses echoed between the two like drumbeats.

Time and space are quiet, and the years are quiet.

However, Xiang Yu and Ziyan are not people who will indulge in the love of men and women, they have strong self-control.

When the white of the fish belly faintly revealed in the sky, Xiang Yu rubbed Ziyan's neck twice, and then sat up gently.

Ziyan inexplicably remembered a joke she had seen before.

A reporter asked the wife of a successful man why he could see his huge potential when he was in his last days. The lady said she had seen it in bed. Just when the reporter was excited that he could dig up the profound revelations so quickly, the wife smiled and said:

What else can't be done by someone who can crawl out of the bed to work without hesitation on a winter morning?

Although the original meaning of this joke is to say that the cold of winter mornings "it takes perseverance to get up and courage to take a bath", but from another point of view, it is not a quality that proves that successful people must have strong self-control and not indulge in comfort and comfort. This enjoyment can be a warm quilt nest in winter, or it can be a gentle hometown of beauty.

The thought in his mind only flashed, and Ziyan also got up and served him to wash and put on his armor.

Holding the helmet in one hand, pressing her hard in his arms with the other, rubbing his chin against the hairline of her long loose hair, everything was needless to say, because everything was silent. Xiang Yu lifted the curtain and walked out, he still has a lot of things to do today, and he can't delay for too long, this bit of warmth is already the limit.

Xiang Yu is really careful sometimes, such as now, his movements are very light and fast, and there is almost no cold wind blowing in. Sometimes, he doesn't care about you, just in the details of this life, if you have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering, such details can often find the other party's sincerity the most, and can also move yourself the most.

Sent Xiang Yu away, Ziyan returned to the bed, last night's tossing made her also all night, as a frail semi-disabled person, adequate sleep is a necessity.

But today, her comfort has also been interrupted, and she seems to be a little busy.

Because Fan Zeng is here.

Oh, if he hadn't shown up, Purple Smoke would have almost forgotten about him. Could it really be that the comfortable days have been too long and the brain is rusty? Fan Zeng is not an insignificant person, in fact, he is a significant figure in both his influence on Xiang Yu in history and in their current plans.

Well, Xiang Yu is not good at this kind of conspiracy and trickery, so I still want her to come! Sick leave is suspended, but I still have to work!