Song Yuanqing pretended to rub his nose. "I'm in a hurry to get on fire and have a nosebleed."

Seeing that this little dilapidated house was not interesting at all, it was almost lifted up, and there was nothing suspicious at all. Seeing that Song Yuanqing only had blood stains under his nose and fingers, and his expression was frank and not like a fake, the leader took his eyes back.

"Master Yuan's affairs, Lord Yuan's festival is smooth."

Yuan Wei saluted in return. "Thank you, sir."

After sending that one away, Yuan Wei looked back at Song Yuanqing, but he didn't say anything, and just left.

Song Yuanqing closed the door, leaned against the door and patted her heartbeat, and couldn't help but think of the person she threw in the operating room.

As soon as she had such a thought, Song Yuanqing felt that the scenery around her had changed, and after a closer look, she was really back in the operating room.

Song Yuanqing was stunned for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help but curse. She went to a few more departments with a thought, and went back and forth in the two spaces a few times like crazy, and finally believed that she had crossed the anti-heaven setting that still had its own space.

Handsome!

After having had enough, Song Yunqing came to the operating room again to help the man stitch and treat the wound.

From beginning to end, the sword in this man's hand never relaxed.

The more the treatment process came to an end, the more Song Yuanqing felt that something was wrong.

She was now dealing with large wounds, and those small wounds cut by the sword had healed on their own!

Although the speed is not fast, Song Yuanqing really saw this change!

Shocked!

Song Yuanqing picked off his clothes in disbelief, and carefully checked him, and was even more shocked.

She also has its own healing function in this space?

Song Yuanqing was a little excited, this is hanging up, it's a bit awesome!

Song Yuanqing hurriedly gave him a full body examination, and scrubbed the dried blood stains on his body, only to find that this person did not look much and had a good figure. Seeing that he was already looking like he was about to wake up, Song Yuanqing turned the two of them to the dilapidated hut again.

Suddenly, the moment the man's cold eyes opened, the sword that had been clenched in his hand once again crossed Song Yuanqing's neck. Song Yuanqing gambled, she twisted the blade of the sword with her two fingers and pushed it away, "I saved your life, so you repay your own life-saving benefactor?" ”

"You save me?" The man didn't seem to believe it, but he didn't need to look down, he could also sense that his injuries had been bandaged.

Song Yuanqing smiled, "Dare to name this strong man?" ”

The person in front of him looked at her several times with heavy eyes, and finally slowly said three words. "Xi Yunjing."

I don't know. But it also sounds like a name taken out by a rich family.

Seeing him get up from the ground and look like he was leaving, Song Yuanqing hurriedly stopped him.

"Why are you going?"

"Leave."

Song Yuanqing shook his head, "No, your injuries are not healed." ”

I saw him frown, and indifferently spit out two words: "Thank you." ”

Drop these two words, he still has to go.

Song Yuanqing grabbed him tightly, "Your wound still needs to be changed and the stitches removed, no one here can remove the stitches for you." ”

Line?

Xi Yunjing looked down at the injuries on his body, unbuttoned his clothes in front of her, and was slightly stunned when he saw the gauze attached to his wounds. "What kind of material is this, how come you have never seen it?"

"Gauze ......"

Song Yuanqing then remembered that this was a gauze that was directly attached to the wound suture after modern medicine had been improved to prevent infection with bacteria, which these ancients had naturally never seen.

She coughed lightly, "This is the ...... to treat wounds."

Before she finished her words, she saw Xi Yunjing directly uncover the layer of gauze.