When Lu Mian was about to scrub his body, Mo Zhao seemed to open the chatterbox, and kept talking: "You just said that your name is Qiao Mian?" You look older than me, will I call you Sister Mian in the future? ”

"Sister Mian, the injury on my leg has actually been many days, and every time it is about to heal, it will re-festered because they pushed me to the ground, or when I was punched and kicked, it hurts so much every time."

"They didn't give me food yet, there used to be leftovers, and now no one has brought me food for three days."

……

When I saw him in the morning, Mo Zhao was still such a silent and vigilant child.

As a result, it was only a long time before I was willing to talk to her in my heart.

Mo Zhao's behavior is like a child who has been bullied at home, after the elders who went out came home, the first thing was to complain to the elders and tell the other party their grievances.

Although Lu Mian's body was not a few years older than Mo Zhao, she thought that she was completely capable of taking on the role of this 'elder'.

Especially when he heard that Mo Zhao hadn't eaten for several days, Lu Mian calculated the days in his heart.

Three days ago, wasn't it the day when she went to her father-in-law in charge and took the initiative to apply for dispatch to take care of Mo Zhao.

Because the injury on the back of her head was very serious, half of the back of her head was sunken in, and it looked very scary, so Lu Mian didn't come over immediately, but chose to stay in the palace maid's residence for a few days, and waited for Tuanzi to help her repair her injuries before coming over.

As a result, one of her negligences actually made him hungry for three days?

Lu Mian instantly felt guilty: "Not in the future." ”

She found the softest handkerchief she had on her body and wiped his body little by little.

Fortunately, it's summer, the sun is strong, and the temperature is high enough, so you don't have to worry about catching a cold even if you don't wear clothes.

Mo Zhao was only eight years old, and he was a complete child in Lu Mian's eyes, and Lu Mian was so focused on the festering wounds on his body that he didn't think about anything else when he wiped his body, and he didn't feel embarrassed.

On the contrary, Mo Zhao, who was sitting on Lu Mian's lap, looked at Lu Mian's slender fingers holding the handkerchief, lowered his head, and replied with a shy expression.

After scrubbing his body, Lu Mian looked at his messy hair and was in a dilemma for a moment.

She originally planned to wash his hair and bathe him, but now that he has an injury, the bath has been changed to wiping his body, this washing naturally can't be saved, but she is afraid of hurting the injury on his leg......

"Sister Mian, wash it, I don't hurt." Mo Zhao seemed to know what Lu Mian was afraid of, and poked the wound on his leg with his finger as he spoke, and there was no trace of pain on his white and tender little face.

Lu Mian was in a mixed mood.

But he can't do it without washing his hair.

In his own words, after he entered the cold palace, there was no one to wash him.

I haven't washed my hair for three months, and my hair is dirty and knotted and stuck together, which is unbearable.

Lu Mian said, "I'll be faster." ”

She moved neatly and gently, and it took three washes to wash his hair.

Lu Mian wiped his dripping hair a little and carried him back to the room.

For Lu Mian, the clothes that fit perfectly were worn on Mo Zhao's body like a skirt, and the hem of the clothes hung down at his little feet.

Due to the wound on his leg, Lu Mian thought it would be good to dress him in a dress like this.

His wet hair was wrapped in a cloth and he was not afraid of dripping.

After setting up Mo Zhao, Lu Mian asked him to sit obediently on the bed, while she took the dumplings out of her baggage and walked to the next room.

Lu Mian lifted the dumplings in the air and shook them: "Dumplings? Wake up, don't sleep. Mo Zhao: Do you know that he has injuries on his body? Can you cure him? ”

Hanging in mid-air, Tuanzi opened his eyes and did not panic at all: "No." ”

Lu Mian immediately asked, "Then why can you treat my injury?" ”

When she first crossed over, half of the back of her head was sunken in, and blood was flowing all over her back.

If it weren't for Danzi repairing the injury on the back of her head, I'm afraid Lu Mian would have to finish the game as soon as she crossed over.

Danzi said, "You are a tasker, of course you are different from others. My energy is only useful to you, and if I can directly reach or heal the mission target, I won't bind you. ”

When you think about it, it seems that what Dango said is quite reasonable.

Lu Mian nodded: "Okay." ”

However, Lu Mian didn't have much hope for Tuanzi, and then she asked, "I haven't chosen your gray finger in this world, right?" Show me what you can become in this world. ”

Hearing this, Tuanzi did not speak, but the light flashed, and a familiar screen appeared in front of Lu Mian.

Dango has three options in this world of gray fingers. They are endless palace clothes, endless headdresses, and endless food.

Lu Mian looked at it, and was not very satisfied with these three things.

For her, these three things are not as good as the space in the previous world.

Lu Mian said: "Then let's continue to use the space of the previous plane." ”

"Yes." Tuanzi responded, "It's just that all the materials hoarded in the last world are gone." ”

Lu Mian nodded: "Yes." ”

As soon as the words fell, Lu Mian clearly felt the familiar bond between himself and the space.

There is not nothing in the space, in addition to the spiritual spring, there are many wild plants, including many herbs.

Lu Mian closed his eyes, his divine sense entered the space and probed, and when he found those herbs, a look of surprise appeared on Lu Mian's face.

She immediately pulled out some herbs to treat trauma, reduce inflammation and relieve pain.

The wound on Mo Zhao's leg seemed serious, but in fact, as long as the carrion was cut, the wound was stitched up with a needle, and herbs were applied.

What made the imperial doctor helpless were Mo Zhao's injured bones and meridians.

However, now that he has space and spiritual springs in his hands, even if Mo Zhao's bones are shattered and his meridians are broken, Lu Mian has the confidence to save him back.

Of course, the sooner the injuries on Mo Zhao's body are treated, the better.

Lu Mian picked some herbs and washed them, took them back to the room where Mo Zhao was, and put them aside.

Then he took out scissors and embroidery needles from his baggage, as well as threads for sewing clothes, and went to the kitchen to sterilize them at high temperatures.

Now that the conditions are limited, Lumian can only do this.

However, she has confidence in her medical skills, and she also has confidence in Mo Zhao.

Mo Zhao sat on the bed and watched Lu Mian rush in and out.

His eyes fell on the herbs that seemed to have just been unearthed, and he asked obediently, "Sister Mian, are you going to apply herbs to my legs?" ”。

"Yes." Lu Mian was lowering his head to put the things he was going to use, and he said without raising his head: "But before applying herbs, I want to remove the carrion next to the wound on your leg, are you afraid?" ”