Sihan returned to the guest room, but he still did not delay, and immediately used the medicinal materials in the guest room to concoct the gold sore medicine at will, and then turned around and walked out of the house, heading towards Lan Yeyu's bedroom.

When they arrived at Lan Yeyu's bedroom, Qingtong and a few servants had already rushed back in advance, and they were standing outside Lan Yeyu's bedroom one after another, walking around anxiously.

"Eldest Princess." Seeing Sihan coming, Qingtong and several people saluted one after another.

Sihan glanced at them, nodded indifferently, and was about to go towards Lan Yeyu's door without saying a word, but Qingtong suddenly said urgently: "Eldest princess, wait a minute, Doctor Xu is treating his master's injuries in the house." ”

Is it?

This speed is extremely fast, she has just prepared the gold sore medicine, and the doctor has already quickly entered Lan Yeyu's house to heal him?

The corners of Sihan's eyes were slightly raised, and his feet were slightly steady.

But at this moment, the door of the house in front of him was opened, and at this time, an old man with a medicine box on his back came out.

"Doctor Xu, how is my master?"

Qingtong and a few small servants hurriedly greeted him and asked anxiously.

The old man frowned, his face was solemn, and he was silent for a moment before he said in a tight voice: "The son in the house, his legs and back were bitten, and the injuries were extremely serious, coupled with excessive blood loss, his pulse was weak, I am afraid it is ......."

As soon as he heard this, Qingtong's face turned pale with fright, and he said in a trembling voice: "Doctor Xu, you are going to finish speaking, what will happen to my master." ”

The old man seemed to be a little unbearable, so he took his eyes off Qingtong's face slightly, and continued in a tight voice: "The son in the house, I'm afraid, can't last tonight." ”

The old man sighed, "The boy in the house is extremely seriously injured, and with the excessive blood loss, if you don't probe closely, you can't detect his pulse at all." Moreover, the injury is too serious, and the gold sore medicine cannot quickly repair the wound, and the recovery is weak. Qingtong Gongzi, old man, I also tried my best. ”

After speaking, the old man didn't dare to look at the pale faces of Qingtong and the others, so he just moved slightly and turned to leave.

The corners of Sihan's eyes were slightly raised, and the color of his eyes sank almost imperceptibly.

She turned around quickly, and walked into Lan Yeyu's door with a crisp step.

At this time, the room was empty, only Lan Yeyu was lying under a brocade quilt, his face was pale and bloodless, and the whole person seemed to be really dead.

Sihan's pupils shrank, and he didn't delay, and immediately lifted his futon slightly, and saw that although he had changed his robe, the robe had not been tied by Haosheng, and even, because the wound was still bleeding slightly, the robe and brocade quilt on his body were also slightly stained with blood.

Sihan's expression became more and more solemn, first he raised his finger to probe his pulse, only to feel that his pulse was only slightly weak when he rescued him from the cave today, and it was not too much of a problem, but at this time, his pulse was indeed weak and tight, just like the old man just said, if he didn't investigate carefully, he couldn't detect the pulse beating.

Sihan's heart also tightened for a while, and after her fingertips moved away from his pulse, she moved her fingertips and lifted his robe slightly.

Under the robe, there was not a single wisp, probably because he was afraid of suppressing the wound, and the little guy didn't dare to put on the dirty clothes for him.

However, his legs and feet were indeed torn heavily, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and they were terrifyingly hideous.

Sihan's fingertips also stiffened slightly, and then remembered the old man's words, and lifted Lan Yeyu's body slightly, and saw that Lan Yeyu's back and hind legs were still torn and scarred.

Seeing this, Sihan finally had a little irrepressible shock in his heart.

It's just that what kind of concentration and ability to endure pain should be able to sit quietly at the bottom of the deep cave in such a hideous situation, smiling at her, and be calm.

How cruel and ruthless should it be to be so indifferent to the injuries on his body, not to be nervous, not to worry, and even to have no fear...... Fear of death.

She suddenly couldn't understand this Lan Yeyu again, but she also suddenly understood this Lan Yeyu.

In the past, I only felt that his belly was black and smooth, but now I feel that he is cold and ruthless, and even he is extremely ruthless to himself.

At this time, in the silent atmosphere, Qingtong and the others outside the house seemed to have finally come back to their senses, and they suddenly opened their mouths and cried.

The mournful voice is desolate, intermittent, and the weeping is endless.

Sihan came back to his senses at this time, his thoughts were meandering, his brows were furrowed, and the gold sore medicine prepared in his other hand trembled slightly with his fingertips.

In just a moment, she put the gold sore medicine aside, and then covered Lan Yeyu with a brocade quilt slightly, and then turned around and walked out of the house, looking at Qingtong with a cold face, "What's the use of the ghost fox wolf howling!" Your master has not yet died, but you will be weeping and dying. ”

It's probably heavy at the bottom of my heart and a little depressed, yes, this blurted out words are also a little dry and majestic.

Qingtong and the others were stunned for a moment, and they stopped crying one after another, and looked at Sihan with red and swollen eyes and trembling.

Sihan glanced at them and said in a low voice: "Hurry up and prepare water, silver needles, and some needles and spirits!" ”

Qingtong and a few people were even more stunned.

Sihan's eyes sank, and his voice became colder and colder, "Go quickly!" ”

As soon as these words fell, several small servants behind Qingtong hurriedly turned around and trotted.

Qingtong alone stood in place, sobbing cautiously, seeing that Sihan no longer paid attention to him, and was about to turn around and enter the house, Qingtong began to say sadly: "Eldest princess, my master, seriously, is your life really not guaranteed?" But how can God be so ...... to my master?"

is still sobbing and sad, with a bit of sadness and despair that can't be concealed.

Sihan's brows furrowed more and more, his feet stopped slightly, and he said gloomily, "Your master, although his pulse is weak, he is not completely helpless. Instead of standing here and mourning, you should urge those little guys to send what the palace wants quickly, if it is too late, your master will really be hopeless. ”

As soon as these words fell, Qingtong was startled, and he didn't dare to delay any longer, so he immediately turned around and ran.

His hurried footsteps became farther and farther away, and it wasn't until it completely disappeared that Sihan turned his eyes, but Qingtong was no longer visible.

After returning to Lan Yeyu's room with a heart, Sihan sat on the soft couch.

Not long after, Qingtong and the servants had sent all the silver needles and spirits.

Sihan got up and took it, then ordered Qingtong and the others to leave the house, and after the door was completely closed, he slowly turned around and approached Lan Yeyu's couch.

At this time, Lan Yeyu was still pale and bloodless, and the whole person was motionless and silent, really embarrassed and humble.

Sihan's pupils shrank slightly, his fingertips moved slightly, and he lifted his futon again.

His body under the futon was still covered with blood, and the wounds were hideous, even though she had seen it before, but now that she saw it again, those bloody wounds still made her heart tremble uncontrollably.

After washing his hands, Sihan frowned, and his fingertips picked up the silver needle slightly, and then began to apply needles to Lan Yeyu's heart and wound little by little.

In the past, with the national teacher practicing on the Daoxing Mountain, in his spare time, although he had studied poison and medicine, he was not too proficient in this silver needle technique.

It's just a matter of what, now Qingzhou is far away, there is no imperial doctor to adjust, and Lan Yeyu's injury cannot be delayed, so she can only go hard, she has to try.

Because his heart is slightly bottomless, it is to apply the needle with this, Sihan is very careful, and his heart is slightly tight, and every time he puts a needle under his fingertips, he has to carefully study and speculate, and when he is very sure, he will slowly get the needle.

After going back and forth like this, Sihan's face became more and more heavy.

After a long time, when the sound of the third watch was faintly heard in the distance outside the house, Sihan finished applying all the needles to Lan Yeyu, and when he was sweating profusely and reached out to probe Lan Yeyu's pulse again, he realized that it was probably the silver needle that closed or stimulated the blood veins to have an effect, and the wound on Lan Yeyu's body not only no longer overflowed with fine blood, but even Lan Yeyu's pulse was a little stronger than before.

In an instant, Sihan's frowning brows finally relaxed slightly, and a little relief gradually appeared in the depths of his heart.

After his fingertips left his pulse, Sihan began to find a strip of cloth and carefully wiped the wound for Lan Yeyu with clear water.

After everything was done, she didn't take any rest, and began to sew those hideous and blurry wounds for Lan Yeyu with needles and threads.

The night was silent, and the house was also silent.

It's just that even so, when Sihan occasionally came back to his senses, he could hear the footsteps of hurried walking outside the house, and he could also hear Qingtong's forced but uncontrollable low sobs.

The candle flame is also flickering and dim, the atmosphere is quiet, and it is a little depressing.

Or maybe it was because I couldn't sleep all night last night because of boiling the antidote to the broken intestines, and today I went up the mountain to contribute, and even applied a detailed needle to Lan Yeyu, so my body and bones were a little unbearable.

After finally sewing all the wounds for Lan Yeyu, Sihan's vision was slightly blurred, and his whole body became heavy and weak.

However, even so, she still forced Lan Yeyu to lie on her side, and then took the gold sore medicine she had prepared before and applied it to his wound.

When everything was over, she probed Lan Yeyu's pulse again, only to feel that the pulse had stabilized.

The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, and her mood was inexplicably released again, and then she slowly pulled out the silver needle, and without even washing her bloodstained hands, she stood up and walked slowly towards the door.

When I opened the door, the night breeze came in my face, and the feeling of coolness washed away the tiredness and tiredness of my body.

And when he looked up, he saw that there was a black suppression outside the house again, and the ghost who was full of fierce and evil spirit had also returned, and was standing at the front of the crowd with Qingtong.

Seeing Sihan come out, Qingtong greeted him with the ghost.

"Eldest princess, how is my master?"

Qingtong's eyes were red and swollen, and he asked with a trembling hurrier.

Fu Ghost pursed his lips, and the evil aura on Scar's face was inexplicably reduced by half, which was extremely rare to increase a little heaviness and tension.

Sihan raised his hand and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead slightly, but his fingertips were bloody, and his forehead was also stained with blood, and his hideous appearance also made Qingtong and Fu Ghost look more and more heavy.

"The fate is saved. In the meantime, you just have to go in and dress his wound with gauze, and don't wake him up, until tonight is over, and he will wake up tomorrow. Sihan was silent for a moment before he said indifferently.

As soon as these words fell, he did not delay any longer, and walked forward slowly.

The night is silent and deep, in the air, the moon is slightly round, and the light is clear.

Sihan raised his eyes and looked at the moon in the sky, only to suddenly realize that the moon was slightly round, and it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Thank you! Eldest Princess! Behind him, suddenly came the voice of the ghost, which was too heavy to attach.

Sihan raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and did not look back, but said indifferently: "No need, your master once saved the life of the palace, and the palace will return his life tonight." ”

As soon as these words fell, there was no more voice behind him, only the sound of hurried footsteps sounded, as if Qingtong and the others had already entered Lan Yeyu's house.

Sihan's eyes were silent and distant, his face was cold, his body was cold, and his steps were slightly faster.

When I returned to the guest room, my strength seemed to be relaxed, and the tiredness and sourness of my body were completely revealed, as if I had reached the extreme.