"Yes, Men in Black." Uncle Zhou nodded affirmatively.

Mo Ziqian frowned, still a little uneasy: "Uncle Zhou, are you sure that Qianli asked him to come over and say it?" ”

"Sure, very sure."

Mo Ziqian asked again: "Then did the man in black show you any tokens?" ”

"This ......" Uncle Zhou didn't know how to answer for a while.

The moment he lowered his head, he saw Mozi's white robe stained with blood, and hurriedly shouted in shock: "Childe, what's wrong with your legs?" ”

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Mo Ziqian, and said to Zhou Yi: "Quick, I'll help Gongzi in, and you go to the doctor." ”

"Uncle Zhou, I can see my legs by myself, so I don't have to bother to find a doctor."

Mo Ziqian rejected Uncle Zhou's kindness.

When Uncle Zhou heard him say this, he didn't insist, after all, he was still the son of the Medicine King Valley.

At the same time, Uncle Zhou also thought that he had successfully diverted the topic, and then ......

"It's not too early, let's go and rest first!" Turning his eyes, Mo Ziqian said to Zhou Yi: "You go to my room, bring the medicine box on my table, and I will deal with the injury on my leg." ”

Zhou Yi responded: "Okay, son, I'll go." ”

After speaking, Zhou Yi quickly ran into the house and went directly to the warm pavilion.

Mo Ziqian brushed away Uncle Zhou, who had been supporting him.

Then Uncle Zhou watched Mo Ziqian sit on the threshold wearing a fair-skinned brocade robe.

He carefully rolled up his trouser legs, revealing the bleeding area that had just been rubbed.

At the knee, a large piece of skin was rubbed, and the skin was still hanging on it, which looked very terrifying. 117

But Mo Ziqian didn't seem to know the pain, and after revealing the part of the wound, he took out a bottle of hemostatic powder from his arms and sprinkled it evenly on the wound.

When the hemostasis was sprinkled on the wound, Uncle Zhou clearly saw Mo Ziqian's leg twitching a few times, which showed how painful it was.

"Childe, I'll help you go in and deal with the wound, you sit here, it's not good if the wound gets infected."

Saying that, Uncle Zhou stretched out his hand and wanted to support him.

Mo Ziqian shook his head at him: "I can handle it myself." ”

Looking up at Uncle Zhou: "Please ask Uncle Zhou to bring me a basin of hot water, I may need to wash my hands." ”

In ancient times, there was no way to disinfect wounds, and what could be done was to try not to let them become inflamed.

Uncle Zhou still wanted to persuade something, but when he thought of Mo Ziqian's stubborn temper, he finally held back everything.

Nodding: "Okay, I'll have someone bring hot water." ”

Uncle Zhou walked into the house and casually asked a servant to bring hot water.

Then he turned back and stayed by Mo Ziqian's side.

Watching Mo Ziqian carefully handle the wound, several times, Uncle Zhou wanted to speak, but he didn't speak.

After a while, Zhou Yi ran over panting with the medicine box, he gasped and said, "Childe, the medicine box is here, and I also took a little to stop the bleeding." ”

Mo Ziqian glanced at the so-called hemostatic thing in his hand, withdrew his eyes, took the medicine box, and said lightly: "You are right, but this black medicine root is not suitable for mixing with other things to stop bleeding." ”

"......" Zhou Yi glanced down at a few things in his hand, and let out a faint sigh.

Uncle Zhou watched Mo Ziqian open the medicine box, and then skillfully sprinkled the medicine on the wound one by one.

Then to the bandaging, the whole process is very fast, without pause.