"As long as I can save her." Jing Haoran carried Ru Jingxin into the wing room, walked straight to the couch, and carefully put Ru Jingxin on the bed, her movements were as gentle as water, for fear of hurting her. Then he moved her body so that she was lying on the couch with her back facing up.

Seeing that the dagger was all sunk into Ru Jingxin's back, the suffocating feeling in Jing Haoran's heart was still extremely strong, and he even felt that it was difficult to breathe, and it was very blocked.

Mo Wushuang didn't know when he had come to Jing Haoran's side, casually glanced at the dagger stuck in Ru Jingxin's back, and said to the little medicine boy behind him: "Ah Yuan, go get a pair of scissors, and those tools of mine." ”

"Good!" The little medicine boy responded and immediately went out to find scissors.

After a while, another cigarette ran back, holding scissors and some herbs and some white gauze and other things in his hand, and after putting it down, he ran out again, and after a while, he brought a basin of water.

Mo Wushuang washed his hands in clean water, and instead of drying them with a cloth, he gently shook his hands back and forth in mid-air to dry them naturally.

As soon as Mo Wushuang's hand was taken out, the little medicine boy ran out with the water again, and came back with a basin of clean water, which was as fast as a scud.

Mo Wushuang shook his hands and said lightly: "This wound is quite dangerous, it was only an inch short of stabbing the spine, tsk, this girl is quite lucky." After a pause, the conversation changed, "However, this knife stabbed her arteries, and when the master pulled out the dagger, it was bound to spurt blood, and the master told you first, you must be calm." ”

As soon as he heard that the dagger had stabbed the arteries, Jing Haoran's heart tightened again, but even if he felt cruel, he had no choice but to nod at this moment.

"Ah Yuan, go and cut the clothes around this girl's injury."

Mo Wushuang thought that men and women would not kiss, if it was a man, he would have taken off this shirt directly, but this was a woman, but he couldn't let his daughter's family lose his innocence, and after thinking about it, he had to cut the clothes appropriately.

"Good!"

"Wait, I'll do it."

As soon as the little medicine boy responded, before he could make a move, he was stopped by Jing Haoran.

Jing Haoran took the scissors on the table, and he didn't feel at ease that others would cut Ru Jingxin's clothes, for fear that the little medicine boy was too careless and would hurt Ru Jingxin.

"Okay." Mo Wushuang didn't have any opinion on this, for him, whoever cut it was the same, and then turned his head and ordered the little medicine boy on the side, "Go and make some special hemostatic medicine made by the little master." ”

"Yes!" After saying that, the little medicine boy ran out like a scud again.

Jing Haoran sat on the edge of the couch, looking at Ru Jingxin's blood-soaked clothes, and suddenly had a feeling that he didn't know where to start.

"People have fainted, if it doesn't hurt too much, she can't feel it." Mo Wushuang looked at Jing Haoran's grinding appearance, and he began to be a little anxious, and threw Jing Haoran a big roll of his eyes again.

Jing Haoran had to carefully cut the clothes behind Ru Jingxin little by little, took the place where the dagger was inserted as the center of the circle, cut a circle with a radius of about five centimeters, and then cut the circle from the corner to the position of the dagger, and then completely took off this piece of fabric.

"It's really baby's tight, and I'm not willing to show it at all." Mo Wushuang smacked his mouth and looked straight at Jing Haoran with disgust.

Jing Haoran threw the blood-stained red cloth on the table, gave up the position on the edge of the couch to Mo Wushuang, and stood on the edge of the couch and watched.

Mo Wushuang sat on the edge of the couch in a chic manner, his left hand casually lifted the sleeve of his right hand, and as soon as his right hand grasped the handle of the knife, his hand paused, and he made a gesture to pull out the dagger.

Jing Haoran only felt that at this moment, his own heart was in his throat, the blood in his whole body seemed to be coagulated, his whole body froze in place, he held his breath for a moment, and he was suddenly a little afraid to see Ru Jingxin's blood gushing out.

In the next second, Jing Haoran saw that Mo Wushuang didn't even blink his eyes, and pulled out the dagger with a force in his hand, and the little medicine boy also happened to bring a bowl of pounded herbs at this time, and rushed to Mo Wushuang's back, and took a wine bottle in the other hand.

The moment the dagger was removed, a large amount of blood was brought out, and the blood sprayed out, splashing on Mo Wushuang's arm and face, making the face that was already more beautiful than a woman even more bewitching, and the dagger he was holding in his right hand was also stained with Ru Jingxin's blood, and the blackened blood flowed down the blade of the dagger, dripping down from the tip of the knife.

And the moment the dagger was removed, Jing Haoran also heard Ru Jingxin's scream, it was so infiltrating, accompanied by a scream, Ru Jingxin's body bounced at the same time, arched, and tensed for a moment before relaxing a little.

Jing Haoran only felt that his heart hurt fiercely at this moment, his brows had already wrinkled together, his face was unbearable and distressed, looking at Ru Jingxin's face that instantly became paler, looking at the pain on her face after screaming, biting her lip and forbearing, there was a throbbing pain in her heart.

He didn't dare to imagine how much pain Ru Jingxin had at the moment when the sword was removed, and she woke up from the pain and let out such a miserable scream.

But Ru Jingxin only shouted when she woke up, then closed her teeth, bit her lip tightly, and didn't say a word again, although the pain was extreme, she also endured it and didn't let anyone see her vulnerability.

At this moment, Jing Haoran only felt distressed, distressed by such a strong Ru Jingxin, he had never seen such a strong and proud woman, and she did not show the slightest vulnerability in front of anyone, which made him feel awe.

Even Mo Wushuang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, he was a little surprised that this woman could be so forbearing, he thought that she would be so painful that she would die and come back to life, but it seemed that he underestimated her. This is the first woman he has seen so strong in his years of practicing medicine, so strong that he can't bear it.

Seeing that the dagger was removed, the little medicine boy immediately handed the wine bottle in his hand to Mo Wushuang.

Mo Wushuang took the wine bottle, opened the wine stopper, took a small piece of clean cloth, poured some of the spirits in the bottle on it, and casually threw the wine bottle to the little medicine boy on the side, and then took the small cloth soaked in the spirits to wipe the bloody wound on Ru Jingxin's back.

At the moment when the fabric touched Ru Jingxin's wound, Ru Jingxin's painful body involuntarily shrank and made a "hiss" sound from between her teeth, but there was only one sound, so she gritted her teeth again, endured all the pain, and endured until the green tendons on her forehead were highlighted.

The little medicine boy took the wine bottle that Mo Wushuang threw over, then took a few clean small white cloths, poured the spirits in the bottles one by one, and waited on the side.

Jing Haoran naturally knew how painful it was to wipe the wound with spirits, and a layer of fine sweat had appeared in his palm, looking at Ru Jingxin, he had an urge to hurt for her in his heart, and when he realized that he had such an impulse, he was also slightly stunned.

The cloth on Mo Wu's hands was only wiped a few times, and it was dyed red with blood, he casually threw away the waste cloth, took one clean cloth after another from the little medicine boy's hand, and repeatedly cleaned Ru Jingxin's wounds, and Ru Jingxin really didn't make a sound again.

The silence makes people feel pity.

The whole room fell into an eerie silence, except for the sound of the cloth that Mo Wushuang threw casually from time to time falling to the ground.

Jing Haoran couldn't bear it, couldn't help but move his lips, and finally sighed lightly: "It hurts, just call it out." ”

But Ru Jingxin only shook her head slightly, still biting her lip, lying motionless on the couch, refusing to make any sound, fine sweat broke out on her aching forehead, dripping down.

"If you have a chance, I will make an exception to save you, no wonder he is willing to sacrifice so much for you." Seeing this, Mo Wushuang lightly hooked the corners of his lips, and there was appreciation for Ru Jingxin in his eyes. And the "he" in his mouth naturally refers to Jing Haoran on the side.

But Ru Jingxin no longer has the strength to think about Mo Wushuang's words, and all the strength of her body is used to endure this heart-rending pain.

It wasn't until he cleaned Ru Jingxin's wound that Mo Wushuang took the bowl of herbs that had been pounded in the little medicine boy's hand, calmly, and put the herbs on Ru Jingxin's wound little by little, his movements were much softer than before, and there was always a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

As soon as Mo Wushuang had applied the herbs, the little medicine boy immediately handed over a cut piece of white cloth with both hands.

Mo Wushuang took the white cloth, carefully pasted the white cloth on the wound covered with herbs, and then stretched out his hand without looking back, and the little medicine boy put the strip of white cloth that he had cut at some point into Mo Wushuang's hand. Mo Wushuang wrapped the strip of cloth around Ru Jingxin's back and bandaged her.

After a while, Mo Wushuang was entangled, tied a knot in one place at random, then stood up and said to Jing Haoran: "The master's special blood medicine has stopped the bleeding for her, you wait here, and the master will dispense the antidote." ”

"Do you know what poison it is?" Jing Haoran frowned, he clearly remembered that this Mo Wushuang had not even checked what kind of poison Ru Jingxin was, but he had to go directly to dispense the antidote? It was the first time he had seen such a doctor.

"It's just a secret intestine-breaking grass poison that has been reformed in the Fengguo Palace, and it can't be difficult for the master at all." Mo Wushuang hooked the corners of his lips disdainfully, with a proud look on his face, which made people feel a little underwhelmed.

After speaking, Mo Wushuang took the little medicine boy out of the room, and Ru Jingxin had already passed out again after bandaging the wound, and did not hear Mo Wushuang's words. She was lying motionless on the bed at the moment, her face was horribly pale, as if she were dead, but her lips were still blue-black.

Ru Jingxin didn't hear it, but Jing Haoran heard it really, he clearly heard the words "in Fengguo Palace", and his heart was shocked.

Jing Haoran looked at Ru Jingxin who was lying on the bed and fainted in shock, his eyes were complicated and indescribable, he couldn't even think for a while, the poison quenched on the daggers of those black-clothed people...... How could it be the secret broken intestine grass in the Fengguo Palace?!

Jing Haoran knew about the restructured secret version of the broken intestine grass in the Fengguo Palace, but he never expected that the poison in Ru Jingxin's body would be the secret poison of her own country.

The general broken intestine grass is already a strange poison in this world, not to mention the secret version that has been restructured, not to mention its toxicity, if it weren't for Shao Yixuan sealing some Ru Jingxin's acupuncture points in time before, I'm afraid that Ru Jingxin is already in the Hades Palace now.

Ru Jingxin is obviously the princess of Fengguo, those people ...... Could it be that Feng Guo sent him to assassinate Shao Yixuan? But what reason did the Emperor of Fengguo have to send someone to assassinate his own horse? Especially at this time, now that Feng Guo obviously needs to rely on the strength of the Eagle Kingdom, how could he send someone to assassinate Shao Yixuan? And it can also hurt Ru Jingxin...... almost took Ru Jingxin's life.

Jing Haoran couldn't figure it out for a while, his thoughts were all wrapped together, and he felt that his head was a mess.

But at the moment, he still can't spare the heart to analyze those things, his eyes are full of things about Ru Jingxin's dying life, although Mo Wushuang has already said that he can solve this poison, but Jing Haoran still can't be completely relieved as long as he doesn't see Ru Jingxin out of danger for a second.

He moved to the edge of the couch and sat down, and the sight was a mess, Ru Jingxin's blood was stained everywhere, and even the curtain was splashed with blood that had just been sprayed when he had just drawn the dagger, and he was a little sad to see.

Looking at Ru Jingxin's pale and bloodless face, there were still some beads of sweat and blood splashed on it, some of the blood spots had dried up, and some of them were melted with sweat.

Jing Haoran couldn't help but stretch out his hand, and gently wiped the sweat and blood on Ru Jingxin's face with his sleeve, and his movements were as gentle as if he was touching his lover's face. In the end, his hand was so close that he unconsciously stroked her pale face, and even looked at her with a somewhat empty expression, and became no longer like himself.

When Jing Haoran reacted, he was startled, and retracted his hand like an electric shock, with obvious panic in his eyes, and he didn't know where to put his hand.

He had never been so out of shape, and even he didn't understand what had happened to him just now, and he couldn't help it!

Jing Haoran was relieved to see that Ru Jingxin was completely unconscious, and he didn't know what he had just done, but he still felt a burst of weakness, and he didn't dare to look directly at Ru Jingxin's face for a while, so he had to pretend to look away as if nothing happened.

Jing Haoran had never felt that time had passed so long, it was clear that Mo Wushuang had only left this room for half an hour, but he seemed to have spent as much time as three autumns, and the more he waited, the more anxious he became.

Even if the acupuncture points are sealed, the poison will gradually spread to the whole body, and finally penetrate into the internal organs, if you wait until that time, I am afraid that even the gods will not be able to save Ru Jingxin's life.

One more minute, Ru Jingxin will be more dangerous, how can Jing Haoran not be anxious?