According to Murong Yao'er's words, Wang Yan was able to save his life this time, it was already a miracle, Wang Yan could hardly find intact skin except for his head, Murong Yao'er gave him a fierce drug, life and death all depended on his willpower and the recovery of his body, I thought he would be in a coma for ten days and half a month, but I didn't expect to wake up in just three days, it seems that his life was saved.

Wang Yan's injury was serious, and he was now in a state of paralysis, and even moving his fingers was an extravagant hope, and the burning pain stimulated Wang Yan's nerves all the time.

Waiting for Wang Yan was Miss Feng'er, the white beauty who didn't talk like words.

Every move is full of gentleness, extreme gentleness, even under the stimulation of severe pain, Wang Yan was also a little fluttering.

It's a pity that the good days didn't last long, and in just three days after waking up, people changed.

Wang Yan's head can't move, so he can only squint at Dugu Mei'er, compared with her cold face, Wang Yan prefers a girl who smiles like a flower and makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"Mei'er, I understand your kindness, don't be reluctant if you don't know how to wait for people! Let's go to the side and rest, Miss Feng'er is good to wait for me, take the spoon away, if I swallow your spoonful of hot porridge, I will die! ”

"Do you drink?" Dugu Mei'er stared at Wang Yan, her eyes were like knives, and she asked.

"Don't drink it!" Wang Yan couldn't shake his head, so he closed his mouth tightly after speaking, and his attitude was resolute, like a righteous man who still kept secrets under heavy punishment.

The steaming spoon shook around her mouth and finally stretched it out, Dugu Mei'er put it to her mouth and blew it, and then stretched it out to Wang Yan again.

"Wait! Wait! Don't wait for the heat to get hot! I'll just drink it! ”

Dugu Mei'er stared at Wang Yan with a cold face, like looking at a villain who kicked his nose and gave his face shameless.

Dugu Mei'er stretched out her hand back, stared at Wang Yan, and drank the porridge.

When Wang Yan saw the faintly hot porridge entering her mouth, her expression stiffened a little, and she knew that she was hot.

"If it's hot, spit it out!"

Dugu Mei'er stared at Wang Yan's eyes with a cold face, sank for a while, slowly got up, leaned in front of Wang Yan, and took the initiative to hold Wang Yan's lips!

Wang Yan felt that the whole person was crispy, compared to the porridge in his mouth, Dugu Meier's lips were more delicious.

Although Dugu Mei'er still looks cold, Wang Yan can feel the change in her, and the resistance she has been hiding and suppressing is gone.

In the following days, Dugu Meier never left day and night, taking care of Wang Yan by the bedside, like a wife, doing everything herself, not pretending to others, but it was a little rusty and made a lot of mistakes.

However, Wang Yan still enjoyed it very much, the emperor had definitely never enjoyed such treatment, and he was a little proud when he thought about it.

Ten days after the fifth dressing change, Murong Yao'er finished dismantling the medicine and saw the recovery of his condition, and then he breathed a sigh of relief in front of Wang Yan.

"Huh, these legs are saved, I don't know where you got your luck, continue to cultivate, it's no big deal."

Murong Yao'er handed over the ointment and gauze to Dugu Mei'er and left.

Wang Yan looked at the bedroom door and gradually smiled, not afraid at all.

Wang Yan is a person with strong acceptance and adaptability, and these abilities are not innate, but honed by life.

If the legs are gone, they will be gone, and a pair of legs for Dugu Meier's life will be cost-effective no matter how you think about it, not to mention, the legs are still saved.

Dugu Meier knelt in front of Wang Yan's legs, dug out the ointment from the porcelain bowl, and carefully applied it to Wang Yan's legs covered by blood scabs.

Wang Yan wanted to reach out and touch Dugu Mei'er's head at this time, but unfortunately his hand was fixed and strong, and he couldn't move at all.

Both legs were the most severe, while other injuries were relatively mild.

Wang Yan lay on the bed for a month, the tingling sensation began to subside, a month and a half later, the body gradually regained consciousness, and on the sixtieth day, the upper body finally did not need to continue to apply medicine.

Except for the legs, the blood scabs on the upper body have almost fallen off, and the old and new skin are mixed, which looks very piercing and ugly.

Fortunately, the face is fine, Wang Yan's face is ugly enough, if he is adding some burns, he will really be shameless to see women.

"Your legs, at least a month of rest." Wang Yan was lying on the bed, and Murong Yao'er said casually for Wang Yan.

"Another month." Wang Yan repeated the sentence in a low voice. "Sister, the younger brother has something to ask for, and I ask my sister for help."

"Ping's letter was sent two months ago, and it is the way of the White House, and it should have reached your wife a long time ago."

"My sister didn't mention my injury."

"Don't you just want to reassure your wives, I helped you hide it, this injury, wait until you go back and explain it to them yourself."

"The little brother thanked my sister, if it weren't for my sister, my little brother would have died countless times." Wang Yan said with sincere gratitude.

"For the sake of a woman, I don't even want my life, I really don't know how your head grows." Murong Yao'er said, raised his hand and pricked it down, Wang Yan gasped with his teeth.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!" Wang Yan gritted his teeth and said.

"Oh!" Murong Yao'er said, and with another needle, Wang Yan's arms suddenly burst into green tendons.

"Bear with it, if you don't dredge the blood, you will fall into a hidden disease." Murong Yao'er explained.

Wang Yan nodded, squeezing out a strong smile.

"No matter how beautiful a woman is, is it important to have a life?" After administering the needle, Murong Yao'er preached while sorting out the medicine box, and did not shy away from Dugu Mei'er sitting on the side.

"It's different." Wang Yan smiled lightly.

Murong Yao'er glanced at Wang Yan and snorted lightly.

"What's the difference? I think you're stupid! ”

Wang Yan laughed dryly, and did not quibble.

After Murong Yao'er finished administering the needle, he handed over the prepared decoction to Dugu Mei'er, and looked at her carefully.

"It's not the emperor who is lying on the bed."

"It's not the queen standing in front of you."

"Oh?" Murong Yao'er looked at Dugu Mei'er in surprise, the corners of her mouth showed a hint of mockery, took out a jade box from her arms, and handed it to Dugu Mei'er. "This medicine works wonders for his wounds, but the way it is applied is strange, and you need to use your tongue to apply it." Murong Yao'er stared at Dugu Mei'er's eyes and said with a wicked smile. "You can do it yourself."

Murong Yao'er left with a smile, Wang Yan glanced at the direction of the door, and said to Dugu Mei'er.

"Sister is joking with you again, don't believe her, she must have painted it directly."

Dugu Mei'er didn't answer, sat back in front of the bed, put the medicine on the head of the bed, her eyes were deep, and she gradually fell into contemplation.

When Wang Yan saw her thinking about something, he quieted down, and tiredness suddenly came up, and he fell asleep after a while.

When he woke up again, Wang Yan only felt that his back was very cool and very comfortable.

Dugu Meier came to the bed with a porcelain bowl and brought the cold medicinal porridge to Wang Yan's mouth.

"How does it feel?" Dugu Mei'er asked softly.

"Very comfortable, did you apply me medicine?"