An Qing and Mother Song were busy wiping her face and changing the dressing, and he kept staring at her face intently, not daring to blink at all.

Or because of the pain caused by the powder sprinkled on the wound, she couldn't help but snort and frowned slightly.

Guan Qiannan immediately grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, and almost bit his lip to say this sentence, "Doctor, how is she doing?" ”

This doctor was originally a frequent visitor to Dongyuan, and when he saw Guan Qiannan's expression, he naturally knew that he was very concerned about the lady on the bed, so he replied cautiously, "Back to the sixth master, the lady's injury is no longer in progress, but the wound is torn large, and the pain is unbearable for ordinary people, so I fainted." However, as long as you feed your medicine and supplements on time, you will wake up in the future. ”

Guan Qiannan hummed, and then asked Song's mother to wrap the silver and send him out. An Qing didn't seem to see the eyes of the people around her, so she continued to rub Luo Xueshen's cheeks and clean the wounds.

"Go out, I'll do the rest."

An Qing thought about changing Luo Xueshen's clothes, which seemed to be a little inappropriate, so she planned to politely refuse, "Sixth Master......"

But when her eyes touched Guan Qiannan's eyes, it was as if she had hit a ghost, and the handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground in fright. She suddenly remembered how violent the person who had just whipped Guan Yilang with a whip was, so she answered in unison.

After An Qing went out, there were only the two of them left in the huge room, the smell of rust mixed with blood still filled the air, and the candle flame exploded crackling, just like Guan Qiannan's mood.

After being silent for a long time, Guan Qiannan turned her wheelchair and slowly stepped forward, raised her hand to wring out the handkerchief in the copper basin, and gently wiped the blood from her wound.

It must have been a long time, and some blood stains coagulated on the side of the wound, forming shocking blood stains. He handled it carefully, for fear of hurting her.

After wiping the blood stains, Guan Qiannan took the golden medicine that had been rewarded by the emperor in the past, and slowly sprinkled it on the wound, and soon those medicines merged with the medicine just now and seeped into the skin.

Seeing this, Guan Qiannan wrapped the gauze cut on the side around her wound, and finally gently tied a knot that was not loose or tight.

Looking at the woman's still quiet sleeping face on the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly remembered that when she was bedridden in the past, she also took care of herself like this, and her heart was soft.

If she hadn't waited by the bed tonight, she wouldn't have suffered any mishap.

The image of her holding a sword and fighting to the death with Guan Yilang and others resurfaced in his mind, so that he couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips and said to himself: "You are brave, but I will not let today's incident happen again." ”

Convinced that she could not hear herself, he spoke to her in fits and on.

The candle flame flickered, reflecting his silhouette on the window paper, swaying with the wind.

It wasn't until the sky was white that Guan Qiannan realized that the long dark night had finally passed.

After staying up all night, I couldn't help but feel a little tired, and I was about to signal him to push him back to rest, when the person on the couch suddenly made a strange noise. The voice hummed in a low voice like a cat, intermittently scratching people's hearts and lungs, "Brother, father! ”

Guan Qiannan reached out to touch her cheek, and there was a tear stain.

The person who was still half-asleep and half-awake suddenly felt a coldness on his face, and after struggling to open his eyelids, what caught his eyes was a pair of peach blossom eyes that were more beautiful than a woman.