The fan head of the ancient painting couldn't move, so she squinted her eyes and wanted to look at him, but suddenly there was darkness in front of her, and the feeling of oppression came to her, and the assassinated man fell down with a bang.

There was no threat in his neck, and the ancient painting fan hurriedly jumped and moved away.

The assassin fell to the ground, and only a muffled grunt of his pain could be heard.

The ancient painting fan said to the Buddha in his heart: I didn't mean not to help you, I didn't mean to......

Just watching the assassinated man curl up in pain, her sympathy rose again.

How to say that she is also a modern person, it is impossible to just see death without help. Although in ancient times, it was not necessary to pay for killing a person casually, but in the modern concept of a good child under the traditional education, seeing death and not saving it is equivalent to killing someone!

The Virgin Mary, God has the virtue of a good life, she can't see death without saving her.

What's more, what's more, she really conforms to the law of crossing the heroine, she really knows how to heal......

The ancient painting fan of this world was stuffed in Qingyan Nunnery, and he studied medicine for seven years. And after she passed through these memories, she really wrote them down at all.

Can she say, she won't save people, can she ......

Here, I would like to advise modern girls who want to cross a good word, if you want to cross, study medicine first! Whoever is strong in learning medical skills will come to ......

She's better save people first.

The ancient painting fan walked quickly to the assassinated man's side, carefully examined the man's face, and saw that his eyes were closed, his brows were tightly wrinkled, his forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and his lips were faintly blue. Don't think about it, this must be poisoning.

The ancient painting fan wailed in his heart, and then took the man's wrist to check the pulse. The pulse is fast and slow, and the fingers are slightly spasmodic.

But after a while, the blood on the corner of the man's mouth had turned black.

The ancient painting fan frowned, and his mood became heavy. Such a poisonous poison, the person who wants to kill him is really ruthless.

Putting down the man's wrist, the ancient painting fan exhaled a mouthful of turbidity, got up and quickly walked to the table, picked up the pen and ink and wrote on the paper. Then Saya ran to the next room and knocked on the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

The door was quickly opened, and An Deyang was shocked when he saw the hurried appearance of the ancient painting fan, and when he saw the blood flowing on her neck, he was shocked, and hurriedly asked, "Miss Gu, what happened?"

Gu Huafan said in a calm tone: "Brother An, please follow the above prescription and grab a pair of medicines."

Hearing this, An Deyang hurriedly looked at the ancient painting fan, and said hurriedly: "What's wrong with the girl's neck!" , the slave drove the girl to the pharmacy. So saying, he ran away.

Gu Huafan grabbed him and said, "It's too late, hurry up, grab some medicine." Be quick. ”

Too late?!

This made An Deyang feel shocked and grieved for a moment, how could this be?

An Deyang didn't delay any longer, took the paper in the hand of the ancient painting fan, and put it into his arms and held it tightly. So he hurried out, not even taking an umbrella.

Gu Huafan watched him run out, and then remembered that it was still pouring rain outside. For a while, I felt angry, anxious and guilty.

Thinking that the man was still upside down in the house, he quickly lifted his skirt and ran into the house.

Closing the door tightly, the ancient painting fan just walked to the man's side, only to see a cold light flash in front of him, and with an angry shout, the neck was once again attached to the cold and piercing touch.

"Stop!"

The man's cold voice was filled with a trace of killing intent that could not be concealed, as if he was about to cut off the neck of the ancient painting fan in the next second.

The ancient painting fan stood one step away from the man with a sharp brake, and 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart!

"Childe, be careful, this sword doesn't know the depth. I have no ill intentions, you are injured, I am saving you. ”

Thunder sounded again outside, and by the fleeting light, the ancient painting fan wanted to see the man's face clearly.

was the first to be shocked away by the cold eyes full of murderous intent.

The ancient painting fan only felt that he was being watched by a spirit, and knew that if he continued like this, he would not save him, so he would solve it with a knife first.

Try to relax your tone and say: "Childe, I have no grievances with you, how can I have malicious intentions towards you." I'm just a little girl, and I don't dare to do that murderous work, no. Besides, it was you who broke into my house, I just saw that you were injured and wanted to save you, really, please believe me. ”

The ancient painting fan tried to make his face a little stiff and adjusted it into a gentle smile.

I'm kind, I'm kind......

The man was silent, but the ancient painting fan could still feel the knife-like gaze scanning her face.

After a long time, the gaze finally faded, and only the man's muffled snort could be heard.

Gu Hua opened his eyes and looked at the man, only to see him struggling to stand up, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"Be careful, don't pull the wound, I've already asked Jiading to go to the pharmacy to grab the medicine. Soon your injuries will be healed. At the moment when the ancient painting fan touched the man's body, she only felt that the man's gaze swept over again, but she still comforted softly.

There was no way, if she showed any scared, panicked expression at this moment. I'm afraid that blood will be splattered on the spot immediately.

Only such a calm, fearless expression could convince the wary man that she had no intentions, but simply offended and wanted to help him.

Sure enough, the man looked at her twice, then turned to look at her neck.

The ancient painting fan wailed in her heart, what kind of sin did she create?! My neck really hurts to death, and my teeth chatter uncontrollably when I speak.

Helped the man to sit on the bed, and lit the candle lamp with the ancient painting fan. The room was instantly illuminated. Without delay, she immediately picked up the unused face wash, intending to clean the wound for him, the wound was on the chest, and through the torn clothes, she seemed to see the white bones of Sensen.

The man is handsome and looks very pleasant, but he does not have features that can be remembered at a glance. The moment I looked away, I couldn't remember what he looked like. Incredibly, the man's face was not pale at all, not even sweat. What's going on, doesn't he hurt? Obviously this is not possible.

"You lie down, I will clean the wound for you, you are poisoned, if you don't clean it up, you can't hold on to the medicine, and you will die." Gu Huafan tried her best to speak in a calm tone to alleviate the embarrassment and helplessness, how to practice medicine for the first time in her world, whether it was good or bad is really not sure. Besides, it's the front chest, even in modern times, she will be embarrassed to touch a man's chest with a yellow flower.

She doesn't have a boyfriend......

I thought that the man would look at her for a while again, but I didn't expect to be so cooperative this time, and when he heard this, he immediately slowly fell on the bed. Thinking about it, he also knew in his heart that if he didn't receive treatment, he would die.

The ancient painting fan couldn't wait to praise him twice; So you're smart, and you know you're a wounded! Not bad, promising.

Of course, she only dared to think about it in her heart, she hadn't lived enough