Mo Jiu didn't answer and asked, "What if the master says that it can't be cured?" ”

Hearing this, the guard's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he tightened the sword in his hand, and said, "Then we are not welcome to be blamed." ”

It was clearly a tense moment, but Mo Jiu suddenly laughed.

"Big brother, that's not right for you. Since the master came here by himself, he also came to save people. Since the master can come, he can go. Whether to cure or not depends on your attitude towards inviting people. ”

The guard frowned and stared at Mo Jiu for a while, and suddenly the long sword landed, and he knelt directly on the ground, knocking Mo Jiu several times.

His kowtow was not mixed with any water at all, and when he raised his head, his forehead was already dripping with blood. He looked at him sincerely and said: "The little boy is so offended, and the contemptible person has made amends." Please also ask the little boy to save my master. ”

The corners of Mo Jiu's lips were still hooked with a smile, and the sudden kowtow to the guard seemed to be expected.

Mo Jiu raised his leg and took a step, and said indifferently: "Your master's injury must not be delayed. ”

So did he agree to save their master? The guard struggled to get up, and looked at Mo Jiu's back with complicated eyes.

Mojiu walked over to the bed and began to check the wounded's injuries.

What I just said was a preliminary diagnosis based on the moment Mo Jiu saw the man get out of the carriage, but it needs to be carefully examined if it is to be treated.

The injury suffered by the man is a traumatic injury, and of course the external injury has to be checked by taking off his outer robe, and Mo Jiu, as a doctor, never considers the gender of the person in front of him when he has a patient in front of him, and of course he will not have emotions such as embarrassment.

Therefore, she didn't think much about it, and reached out to untie the man's robe, but the next moment Mo Jiu's hand paused.

Because the guard reached out and grabbed Mojiu's wrist.

Mo Jiu raised an eyebrow and looked at the guard.

"Little boy, what are you going to do here?"

Mo Jiu lowered his eyes, his voice was very light, obviously he didn't want to explain more: "Check the injury." ”

"Do you want to take off your coat to check your injuries?"

When Mo Jiu looked at the guards again, there was more emotion in his eyes.

"Then you tell me how I should check my injuries without taking off my coat?"

"You can take the pulse."

Hearing the word "pulse", Mo Jiu looked at the guards with eyes that obviously seemed to be looking at a fool. Internal injuries can be diagnosed in the form of a pulse, but such an obvious external injury, now let her check the pulse?

The corners of Mo Jiu's lips were slightly hooked, and the mockery in his tone was thick.

"Your master is everyone's best girl, and he is afraid that he will not be able to marry if he is seen?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, tilting his head as if he was thinking about what she meant.

It seems that these guards are loyal to their masters, but they have too many worldly concerns. And these worldly thoughts are just enough to kill a dying man.

Mo Jiu glanced at the man on the bed sympathetically and said: "It's just to check the injury, and there won't be a piece of meat, if it is delayed like this, I can afford to wait, but your master's injury can't afford to wait." ”

Obviously, this sentence seemed to have played an effect, and a look of panic flashed in the guard's eyes, and he hurriedly withdrew the outstretched hand, and his tone softened significantly.

"Then there is Mr. Lao."

Mo Jiu sighed lightly, withdrew his gaze from the guard, and began to undress the man with his hands neatly.

The man's underwear was soaked with blood and stuck to the wound, and it was difficult to take it off, so Mo Jiu simply took out scissors and cut the clothes.