Next to the beautiful tea garden, there is a simple small thatched hut, in which a black-faced girl, kneeling on the ground, is gritting her teeth to tear the man's underwear into pieces, the man on the ground is handsome and charming, and there is milk fat on his face that has not subsided, at this moment because of blood loss and cold and looks pitiful, if this situation is seen by the man's subordinates, the eyes are afraid that they will fall to the ground. It's a pity that they don't have the opportunity to see their clever master have such a weak time.

When Tang Yuehua tore the strip of cloth, he found that there was a hard and cold thing in the inner layer of the man's shirt, and when he took it out, it turned out to be a dagger, with exquisite lines on it, smooth as new, presumably the owner loved it very much, and often played with it. Put the dagger aside.

That woman is Tang Yuehua, don't think about it, she just wants to get some strips of cloth to bandage, and the injuries on her hands and the man's injuries need to be bandaged.

After bandaging the wounds on her hands, Tang Yuehua went to the ground next to her and began to drill wood to make fire, and the concentration on the girl's face had an attraction, making people ignore the spots on her face.

After some hard work, the fire was finally lit, she set up the crockpot, stared at the movement in the crockpot with a pair of eyes, and saw that the water inside was constantly churning, "Okay, it's finally boiling, you can put dandelions." The water in the crockpot was starting to turn a little green, and she boiled a ball of cloth in boiling water, paying attention to the microbial contamination of the wound. Rinse the other crockpots one by one with medicated water, and then dry the crockpots against the fire, and sterilize them at high temperatures.

After disinfecting the utensils and cloth strips, put the crushed wild ginger into a clay pot and add water to boil some ginger soup.

She turned back to the hut and untied the clothes of the man on the ground, "Why is it so tightly tied?" "Although I have been in this world for a few days, I have never touched the clothes of men, not to mention that the fabric on this person's body is obviously not of the same class as my own, smooth and soft, and there are some dark lines of cirrus clouds on it, so that the short fight on my body looks hard and ugly in comparison.

I finally untied my clothes, looked at the man's belly, and the figure seemed to be a little good, as a healer, I always couldn't help but want to ...... for a perfect body, "What do you want?" Save people, save people. Shaking his head to get the horrible thoughts out of his head, this man was still alive, but not one of those general teachers in medical school.

"Who the hell are you, how could you get hurt like this?" I watched as the scars on this person's body were intertwined, most of them were fresh wounds, and some were already scars.

Tang Yuehua cleaned the wound on the man's shoulder, revealing a complete wound, "It turned out to be a sword wound, and your enemy is estimated to be not small." "I don't know if anyone can do this operation for you for a few miles, as far as I know, only the gentleman who works part-time as a goddess.

"Seeing who you are looking down and killed, it is inconvenient to ask you for a doctor, I can only treat it, I think that a modern Chinese medicine doctor wants to operate on ancient people, it is really a strange thing in the world." Knowing that there was no one around, and the only one else was still in a coma, she was not afraid to speak, and no one heard her anyway.

Pick up the dagger, walk outside, pull it out by the fire, and a cold light flashes in front of you, "What a sharp dagger." It's up to you to save your master today. As he spoke, he took the glittering dagger and roasted it in the fire.

"Fortunately, the arrow didn't hurt the surrounding major arteries, if it deviated a few points, it would have reached your carotid artery, and it didn't hurt the lung tip and sternocleidomastoid muscle, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to operate on you." After checking the position and depth, she was ready to start.

She lowered her head and attached it to the man's ear, her red lips lightly opened, "It may be a little painful for a while, if you want to live, you must stay honestly, otherwise you will really bleed to death." "It doesn't matter if the people under you can hear or understand, whether they can understand or not.

She tore off the strip of cloth she was wrapped around and threw it aside. With a little warm dagger, the man's tight skin was cut, and the blood slowly overflowed from the cut place, she unhurriedly wiped the blood from the knife edge from the strip of cloth in the crockpot, and then cut it open, and then wiped it dry, and kept repeating the movements of her hand, no one noticed that there was a drop of blood dripping onto the man's wound, and the speed of blood flow began to slow down.

When the dagger went deep into the wound, the men under him felt the pain and their bodies trembled a few times.

When the arrow was dug out, the woman's forehead was already dense with beads of sweat, she turned her head and wiped the sweat on her shoulder, washed the wound with the potion in the crockpot, and the wound turned out by the flesh was no longer bleeding, and rinsed her hands with the remaining potion, and took out the needle and thread threaded in the crockpot.

The girl pinched the fishhook-shaped embroidery needle in her hand, began to stitch it up again, folded the remaining strips of cloth neatly on the sewn wound, and tore off a long strip of cloth from the man's undergarment, the width of the palm, and wrapped it around her shoulder several times around the wound.

"Whew, okay, now it's up to you to have a fever at night." Trembling hands put away the needle and thread, put it back in his purse, this embroidery needle is still a few days after he woke up, when he was lying at home and was about to get moldy, he found the thinnest embroidery needle, and his father baked it little by little, and his father thought that he was going to fish, but it was actually used to sew human skin.

Looking at the trembling hands, it seemed that he would have to train more in the future, and after resting for a while, he went out to bring in the boiled ginger soup, and found a small bamboo pipe and small round leaves.

Tang Yuehua slowly helped the person up, put it on her lap, held the bamboo tube in one hand, and the small round leaf in the shape of a funnel in the other, pinched the upper third of the funnel, scooped out a little ginger soup from the crockpot, and aimed at the top of the bamboo tube, the ginger soup flowed into the man's mouth along the bamboo tube, her eyes were staring at the man's sexy Adam's apple, watching the Adam's apple slide up and down, and she could swallow, and her heart was slightly lowered.

After she dried the man's clothes, dressed the man, slowly swayed to the bottom of the tea garden, when picking dandelions in front, she found that there was a sweet potato field nearby, and she was hungry after tossing for so long, and she ate a persimmon and a few bites of bread for lunch today, and the rest of the cake had already fallen into the clear water pond, and now she was hungry.

If she had gone home now, it would have been too long to go back and forth, her stomach would have been "growling" for a long time, and the protest would have gotten louder and louder.