"What should I do, why don't you give it a try?" He Rumo stared at Mrs. He and inquired. He had no other idea at the moment, so he could only seek a decision from others to find peace of mind. Mrs. He couldn't make up her mind, she blamed herself in her heart, hating that she had only left an antidote for her. "This, I don't know what to do." Mrs. He bit her lip, but still said such an indefinite sentence.

Jin'er first condensed her loved ones, and then looked at the woman in her arms who was bleeding from her wrist. She was sure, so she got up and found the dishes to serve her meal.

"Let's do what Nan Yi said, she has always been more methodical, and besides, a good person like her should not be treated poorly by God." Jin'er's face was dark, and she said categorically.

She took advantage of the moment when everyone couldn't make up their minds, and said such words. All she wanted was to give them a glimmer of faith, a glimmer of hope.

"Okay, I'll help you." Mrs. He bent down and leaned the woman lying on the ground into her arms slightly. "Mother, you hold down Nanyi's wound first, and after I take some blood, you will immediately bandage her and smear her!" Jin'er cleared her thoughts and opened her mouth to instruct, and when Mrs. He heard it, she also nodded solemnly.

As soon as the rules were carried out, He Rumo and Dongli were separated from the two big men, but they couldn't help much. The two of them watched anxiously from the side, and their hands and feet stomped back and forth due to uneasiness.

"Okay, mother, you quickly deal with her wounds, and I will present this bowl of blood to His Highness the Seventh." Jin'er saw that the blood was already seeping into the porcelain bowl, so she got up with both hands and instructed.

Mrs. He nodded, and took out the Jumpa silk that she had been carrying on her body from her arms. She cherished this veil, but now that the situation is critical, she can't afford to be selfish and worry about it.

She unfolded her veil and gently wrapped the wrist of the woman in her arms. This woman and her daughter have almost sculpted faces, which is why she hated her and resented her in the past. This is obviously the same appearance, how can it not be her Jin'er?

The woman's bandaged wrist was still bleeding endlessly. Break the gap for a few hours. Mrs. He's beloved white handkerchief has been stained with red stains. Mrs. He's fingers trembled, and she was still slightly frightened in her heart. At this moment, she didn't want the woman in her arms to die well. "Jin'er. She, she ......" Mrs. He leaned back, and said the words in a stumbling voice. Her voice was very recognizable, but in a second, it attracted Dongli, who had not spoken a word.

Dongli saw He Rumo and Jin'er. They all surrounded Xiao Shengxia, and rushed to Mrs. He's side alone. His ears grew stronger, and he soon caught the faint sound.

"You? What are you here to do? Mrs. He heard the footsteps in her ears and raised her eyes. When she saw the true identity of the comer, she had to say very impatiently.

Although Dongli could listen to it, it was extremely difficult to say the words, and he said a few words vaguely, but he failed to make Mrs. He understand. "Don't bother me here, I'm annoyed enough, her. She ......, "Mrs. He was upset, so she tried her best to disperse the people beside her.

Dongli scratched his head in embarrassment, and if he didn't do anything, he had other measures. He knew that Mrs. He was incapable of intercourse with him, so he expressed his intention with practical actions.

He suddenly came closer, bowed down, and hugged the man on the ground. Although Mrs. He didn't know what she meant, she didn't stop her. She is powerless at the moment, she has no ideas, how can she not allow others to do what she can to struggle?

Dongli hugged the man in his arms. Then with his foot, he kicked several scattered chairs together. Several chairs stood side by side, just enough to fit the woman's body.

Dongli bent down slightly, and gently placed the woman in his arms. Patchwork a row of chairs. A few drops of sweat oozed from his brow, and his palms tightened a little.

At this moment, he has a method in his heart that can be implemented for the time being, but whether this method will succeed or not is still undecided. As time passed, Dongli finally made up his mind. He bent his palm slightly, and then channeled a stream of heat from his heart to the palm of his hand.

He learned this method of qi healing from a booklet he had picked up in the past. In the past, I just regarded this method as a fun thing, and I had a lot of practice attainments. Now, if it comes in handy, it's a complete thing.

The heat flows slowly, condensing in the palm of the hand and melting slightly. Dongli exerted another force, and curled up the heat flow in the palm of his hand.

There is a record in the booklet, which basically says that applying the air flow to the injured area of others can have the effect of stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis. Isn't this purpose of stopping bleeding to be applied to Nanyi?

Dongli drew the heat flow from dispersing with one hand, and grasped the endlessly bleeding wrist into his palm with the other.

The two forces went hand in hand, and it happened that this method was applied. After Dongli found the position and pressed, the injured part of the woman's wrist really stopped a little blood from condensing.

The Dongli cycle was repeated several times, and finally its situation improved a lot. He let out a slight sigh, and then walked towards Mrs. He, who was slumped to the side.

"Why do you always disturb Mrs. Ben in front of you, you took Mrs. Ben's daughter, don't you allow Mrs. Ben to taste even this moment of peace?"

Mrs. He yelled very unhappily, she was thinking of getting up and taking a look at the woman's injury situation, but she was hit by Dongli. Forced by the embarrassing and helpless situation, she had to speak ill of each other and scold Dongli a few words.

Dongli didn't mind this, his measurement has always been as deep as the Bohai Sea. He pointed to the realm where the woman was, and then returned to Jin'er's side, worrying about His Highness's life and death with her.

After Mrs. He waited for Dongli's figure to retreat, she stood up with her hands on the ground. She looked around suspiciously, and when she saw that no one was looking at her, she dared to walk in the direction of the woman.

She got closer and closer, and there was still a faint sense of unease in her heart. She would never have seen the bleeding stop, and if the blood on the woman's wrist had not stopped, then she would have been tormented by the uneasiness that was stirring in her heart.

Mrs. He pressed her heart and squinted her eyes to the woman again. The moment her eyes touched, her heart relaxed a lot, and the woman's wound had healed.

It seems that the so-called annoying people also have a little life-saving effect. Mrs. He breathed a sigh of relief, and was ready to close her eyes and rest first.

Suddenly, a frustrated timbre lingered in her ears. This voice may be a foreshadowing of what kind of unanswered situation there is.

"What should I do, Your Highness, this person still can't swallow the blood into his throat......" Jin'er said helplessly. When Mrs. He heard this, she opened her eyes suddenly. She was worried in her heart, and silently said to herself: "Hey, why did you have such troublesome things again! ”

Just as she was about to step forward to take a look, another voice came to her ears.

This strange voice was uttered by her son? (To be continued.) )