Ximenya didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly took the mirror to look at his face. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Her face was covered with blood, and the viscous pus and blood smeared her face. The red, disgusting liquid makes people feel like they can't eat.

But Simanya's hand groped for her own face, with an excited smile on her face, and the corners of her mouth rose exaggeratedly.

She covered her face, the corners of her mouth hooked, and her mouth let out a soft whining sound, with a red liquid flowing from between her fingers, like weeping tears.

Yuan Shanjia couldn't bear to look at her dignity, and waved at Lianying, "Take these." ”

The corners of her mouth pulled down, and treating her at this time was not to find guilt for her, but to find guilt for herself.

Simanya covered her face and shed tears for a while, washing away half of the pus and blood next to her cheeks.

Yuan Shanjia took the hot handkerchief from Hongqian's hand and wiped it, and waved her hand to let her put it back.

She said to Simonya, "Why don't you wash it off?" If the pus and blood are not washed away, they will be poisoned again. And after the second poisoning, there may be no hope of treatment at all. ”

She said lightly, and took what Hongqian handed over again, a teacup.

She took a sip of water, circled in her mouth, spit it out again, took the handkerchief and wiped her mouth, a series of movements were very smooth and natural.

When Simaniah heard this, she screamed, "What? Why didn't you say it earlier? ”

She quickly rushed to the shelf next to her, regardless of the hot water that Yuan Shanjia used to wash her hands, took it with her hand, threw it on her face, and rubbed it gently.

But it didn't work, only the outer layer was washed off.

"If you don't hurry up, even if the divine doctor comes, he won't be able to save you." Although Yuan Shanjia didn't eat much, seven points of fullness was enough.

She leaned lazily in her chair, resting one hand on the armrest, supporting her chin, and looked at Simanya for a long time.

Simanya was a little anxious, and she lay down with sweat on her forehead, and a clear mark crossed her face, like a light pink scar on a red face.

But Ximenya didn't know it, she looked around and found that there was nothing to wash her face except for the towel that Yuan Shanjia used to wipe his hands before.

The clothes on her body are even more impossible, black and not slippery, and there is pus and blood that flowed down before.

Ximenya gritted her teeth and said in her heart: Anyway, she just wiped her hands! I even used her hand washing water to wash my face, am I afraid to use her hand to wash my face?

She pulled the towel that Hongqian had put on the shelf, soaked it in water, and gently wiped it on her face.

Some slightly hot towels were applied to her face, and she felt that the wound on her face was a little painful, so she was more gentle, for fear that the wound would become bigger and leave a scar.

Ran Zhu didn't speak, and only after Na Ximenya had washed for a long time did she say, "Miss Ximen, if you are not afraid of pain, there is a way to quickly wash off the things on your face." ”

In fact, it doesn't matter if the things on Simanya's face are washed slowly, the toxins in those poisonous sores have been neutralized by the medicine that has been compressed, and it will not have another effect.

It's just that Yuan Shanjia deliberately said that, but Ran Zhu didn't bring it up, but waited for a while before speaking.

When she opened her mouth, Ximenya's eyes lit up, like a hungry wolf seeing food, "What is the way?" I'm not afraid of pain! ”

Whether what they said was true or just to fix her, she couldn't afford to gamble, and would rather suffer more than delay the opportunity.

Ran Zhu pointed to the wine on the table that had not been taken away and said, "If you wash it with wine, it will not be able to quickly dissolve the fusion of pus and blood and medicine outside." It can also penetrate into the inside of your poisonous sores to prevent scarring. ”

She spoke very calmly, her eyes not moving at all.

So Simanya looked at her and believed it.

"Good! I'll try! ”

At this time, Lian Ying was cleaning up the table, picking up the table and leaving.

But she didn't want Ximenya to rush over, snatched the wine she hadn't drunk in her hand, and hurriedly came to Ran Zhu: "How to use this?" ”

Her eyes looked at Ran Zhu, full of trust.

"Just pour it on a towel and put it on your face." Ran Zhu's answer was brief.

Simanya took the towel and cleaned it, then carefully poured the wine on it and gently applied it to her face.

"Hiss~" Ximenya couldn't help but make a sound, she felt her mind go black, she stumbled a few steps, pounced, and almost fell to the ground.

Yuan Shanjia couldn't bear to pinch his eyes, and his heart was stinging, it really hurt!

She was in pain for that Simonya.

This is a pure grain wine, the kind with a high concentration.

She had wondered why she didn't drink before, but she sniffed it and found that it was still spirits.

Now that she knows, this is what Ran Zhu prepared.

She couldn't help but look at Ran Zhu in a daze, and said in her heart: Is Ran Zhu avenging me? It's like she put a lot of coptis in the medicine she gave to Weng Yue, and she also put laxatives in his little food?

Perhaps her gaze was too obvious, Ran Zhu turned his head to look at her, and it wasn't until after a few breaths that Ximenya's hiss became loud that Ran Zhu turned his head calmly.

Hongqiu watched from the sidelines and felt that this treatment was really inhumane! This can totally become a new torture.

If someone does not confess, he cuts many wounds on his body and pours strong liquor on them.

Well, maybe you can imitate the one who beats people with a salt water whip, and beats people with a strong wine whip and salt water, which must be more refreshing.

"Ahh Ximenya suddenly screamed, startling Hongqiu, and hurriedly returned her thoughts to the right path, standing aside with a serious face.

Yuan Shanjia was taken aback, looked at Ran Zhu with his eyes, and said in his heart: This can't be the rhythm of disfigurement again, right?

Simanya may have thought the same as her, and with the scream, she hurriedly used her hand to remove the veil from her face.

saw Ran Zhu prick four needles in her hand, and her hand was out of strength.

"Don't move!" Ran Zhu's voice was calm and infectious, so that Ximenya subconsciously didn't move anymore.

But even if she wanted to, she couldn't move, and she still had Ran Zhu's needle stuck in her hand.

I saw Ran Zhu take another pot of wine and pour it from Ximenya's forehead, the transparent wine was absorbed by the towel, and the unabsorbed one flowed down the towel.

Ximenya screamed involuntarily again, "It hurts! ”

Hongqiu's body shook, and she couldn't help but feel pity, oh my God, this can be compared to the pain of having a child. She peeked at other people giving birth to children before, and it was so painful, it was miserable.

Hongqian's face was calm, Lianying's face was also unchanged, and they experienced a lot of pain. So there was no big reaction to Simonya's pain.

Besides, whether this Simaniah is painful or not has nothing to do with them. They don't care.

For them, Simanya occupied something that should not be occupied, and did not make her pay the price, but gave her treatment is already her own young lady's benevolence.

(To be continued.) )