Feng Wuwu was especially puzzled in her heart, she had been a male doctor for a long time in her previous life, and it stands to reason that she should have seen numbness a long time ago.

But at this moment, she was as nervous as a boudoir girl who didn't know anything about the world.

Jun Mo is dyed with black lines all over his head, and the figure he has always been proud of is actually ugly by Feng Wuwu!

Isn't it ugly? How he didn't think.

If she hadn't resisted so much, he'd really wanted to peel off her shirt and study it to see how good her body looked.

After a while, Feng Wuwu took out the last arrow feather and let out a long sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it didn't hurt the vital point." ”

"Feng Wuwu, have you seen enough?"

Jun Moran lay flat on the ground, angry.

The implication of his words is, since it is ugly, don't look at it.

Feng Wuwu turned a deaf ear and said to himself, "However, you still have to be careful. After all, it's easy to get involved in wounds when you walk. ”

"By the way, don't fool around anytime soon. If the wound is torn, the consequences are unimaginable. ”

"The wound here is quite deep, I'll stitch it for you first. After three days, the stitches are removed again. ”

Jun Moran twitched the corners of his mouth frantically and replied in a deep voice, "This king has never fooled around. ”

"There is no need to be so cautious. You can fool around after half a month. Feng Wuwu pinched his fingers, estimated the time, and said cautiously.

"This king doesn't like it."

Feng Wuwu didn't understand why Jun Moran had to explain it so clearly, but she didn't bother to ask.

At this moment, she completely regarded him as a patient.

She picked out a piece of clothing that she had torn into strips, carefully picked out the gold thread from the cloth, and threaded the needle to stitch up his wound.

The moonlight dissolved, but the light at the bottom of the valley was not very good, and when Feng Wuwu stitched, his eyes had to be infinitely close to the wound.

Jun Moran could even perceive her long eyelashes brushing over his extraordinarily sensitive skin.

It was a very uncomfortable feeling, and it made him feel hot all over.

He put his hand against her forehead, and his voice was particularly hoarse, "Feng Wuwu!" This king does not need stitches. ”

"No, you do."

Feng Wuwu said with a straight face.

Jun Mo has no love on his face, God knows how tormented he is at the moment.

He was deeply afraid that when she stitched, his body would suddenly lose control and react unexpectedly.

However, what to be afraid of, what to come.

With nothing to do, Jun Moran had no choice but to cover Feng Wuwu's eyes, and pretended to be calm and said, "The injuries on this king's body are no longer serious, you don't need to bother." ”

He thought that he had discovered it in time, but Feng Wuwu did not notice anything unusual.

As everyone knows, Feng Wuwu had already discovered the abnormality, and he was even more embarrassed than him.

Fortunately, the light at the bottom of the valley was not good, and as long as she turned her head sideways, he couldn't see her red cheeks clearly.

Feng Wuwu hastily closed the thread, took off his robe and gently covered his body, and said with a sneer, "The regent is really in good health. ”

"Huh?"

"At the critical juncture when life is hanging by a thread, all functions are still so normal, which is gratifying." Feng Wuwu originally wanted to change the topic, but for some reason, she always felt that she was getting darker and darker.

Sure enough, as soon as she said this, Jun Moran was even more embarrassed.

Feng Wuwu put his hand on his forehead and stumbled, "No, I didn't mean that." I mean, you're fine, you're not sick. ”

"Hmm."

Jun Moran sensed Feng Wuwu's embarrassment, turned his head slightly, and looked at her fixedly with black and golden eyes.

Xu was too dimly lit, and he thought she was as cute as a little woman who didn't know anything about the world.

After a while, the heat on Feng Wuwu's face faded, and then he turned his head embarrassedly and nudged Jun Mo Ran, whose eyes were closed, "Regent, are you cold?" ”

Her hand had barely touched his hot skin, and it quickly retracted.

Feng Wuwu slandered in his heart, Jun Mo Ran shouldn't have lusted for her and burned himself with lust, right?

She swallowed her saliva uneasily, moved a few steps back, and saw Jun Moran motionless as if he was asleep, only to realize that the reason why he was hot was not because he was burning with desire, but because he had a high fever.

"Lord Regent, don't be impatient, old man, I'll go find some herbs."

As soon as she finished speaking, her ankle was grabbed by a strong, powerful arm.

"Shui'er, don't go."