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Yuan Qingling adapted to the darkness, and the sudden light pierced her eyes, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to block it, and then she heard the sound of her knees popping, and her grandmother knelt on the ground, "Princess, the old slave doesn't know the hearts of good people, and I blame you, please save Brother Huo." ”

"Help me up!" Yuan Qingling slowly let go of his hand and said in a dumb voice.

Her grandmother hurriedly put down the lantern to help Yuan Qingling, and when she saw a pool of blood behind Yuan Qingling, she knew that it was a cane injury, she hesitated, she was still very disgusted with this woman in her heart, but maybe what Brother Huo said was true?

"Princess, can you stand up?"

"Take my medicine box!" Yuan Qingling knew that her grandmother hated her very much, and she was willing to kneel down and plead, probably because Brother Huo'er was not in a good condition, so she didn't care about being found in her medicine box.

"Yes, yes!" Her grandmother walked over to get the medicine box and came back to support her.

Yuan Qingling took a step, and felt the pain in his hips and legs, and when he walked out of the door, he was already sweating profusely, and his teeth trembled in pain.

"Princess......

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go!" Yuan Qingling gritted his teeth and held back the pain.

Saving people is pure in her opinion, but now that she is fighting the fire, she has an extra thought, that is, to save people's hearts, only in this way can she live.

"No one can die."

Suddenly, I heard someone talking.

Yuan Qingling subconsciously looked at her grandmother, who was holding a lantern in one hand and supporting her with the other, and did not speak, seeing Yuan Qingling looking at her, her forehead wrinkled, and she hurriedly asked, "Princess, is it too painful to walk?" ”

The sound is not the same.

His grandmother's voice was old, and the voice he had just heard was childish, like a child's voice.

Yuan Qingling shook his head slowly, and heard some sounds in his ears again, this time, he didn't hear what it really was, but he just identified the direction of the sound, which was a big tree in the yard.

There were two birds, fluttering up from the trees, flapping their wings and flying away.

Is it birdsong? Ah, she was so delirious that she thought someone was talking.

When she came to the low courtyard, Yuan Qingling had exhausted all her strength, and her legs were trembling, but she couldn't even sit down and rest.

"You guys go out first!" Yuan Qingling said to his grandmother and green sprouts.

Her grandmother hesitated, she still didn't believe Yuan Qingling.

"The old slave is here to help."

Yuan Qingling lowered his face, "Or, you will govern?" ”

Seeing that Brother Huo was already unconscious, her grandmother thought that Heng Zhi was dying and fighting, so she said: "Well, the old slave and the green sprouts are guarding outside, and if the princess needs it, just give orders." ”

But he thought in his heart that if Brother Huo'er really had an accident, he would fight with her for his life.

Green Sprouts still wanted to speak, but her grandmother had already pulled her out.

Yuan Qingling said: "Close the door and don't peek, otherwise I won't be responsible for what happens." ”

"Don't dare to peek." His grandmother closed the door and said.

Yuan Qing Ling breathed a sigh of relief and slowly moved over with the medicine box.

Stretched out his hand and touched Brother Huo'er's forehead, and the temperature felt at least forty degrees.

Yuan Qingling first gave him a fever reducer and then injected him.

She opened the gauze of the wound, the wound was red and swollen, and there was something sticky on it, like medicinal powder, she scraped it down a little and pinched it, it was Panax notoginseng powder.

The wound is inflamed and pus, and even with Panax notoginseng powder, how can it not continue to be infected and inflamed?

Yuan Qingling couldn't help but be angry, quacks hurt people.

She cleaned Brother Huo'er's wound again, scraped off all the notoginseng powder mixed with blood and water, and wrapped it in gauze.