Yan Xiaowei stretched out her hand to touch Rong Xiu's lower abdomen, and when she picked it up again, her hand was already blood-red.

He was really injured!

The weight of Rong Xiu's body was all pressed on Yan Xiaoyi's shoulders, his feet seemed to be disobedient, weak, and he couldn't even stand steadily, and the whole person kept sliding. His head rested on her shoulder socket, spurting staccato breath from his nose.

Yan Xiaoyan struggled to support his body and reluctantly dragged him to the bed.

In the dim light, Rong Xiu's face was miserable, and beads of sweat continued to emerge from his forehead, sliding down his smooth and full forehead to the tips of his eyebrows, wetting the quilt on the side.

The doctor's parents were worried about the wound on his lower abdomen, and they didn't have time to wipe the sweat on their head at this moment, so they reached out and stroked his belt.

Unexpectedly, Rong Xiu, who was in a daze, sat up suddenly, half-squinted his eyes, and held her hand tightly in pain, angry as if he was angry: "Look, I know that you like me, but you still refuse to admit it, and you want to do something to me while my body is weak." ”

He stopped and took a breath: "However, this son is not the kind of casual person, you should die of this heart as soon as possible!" ”

Yan Xiaowei was made to cry and laugh by his words, and she broke his hand hard: "You shut up for me, I can't even breathe and talk nonsense, it's better to nourish my spirit with this strength." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and untied his belt, revealing a wound more than two inches long in his lower abdomen, and his original white middle coat was cut and adhered to the wound.

Yan Xiaoyan frowned, this wound is not serious according to reason, she pressed the surroundings with her hand, it didn't look like it had hurt her internal organs. But at this moment, black and purple blood is bubbling out, and it looks very terrifying.

She couldn't help but lean closer to the wound and smell it, there was a pungent smell in the smell of blood. The jet-black dagger in the masked man's hand suddenly flashed in his mind, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good, that blade must have been coated with poison.

Rong Xiu tilted his head to the side at the moment, obviously inhaling less air and exhaling more.

The situation was critical, and she didn't have time to ask the masked man on the ground what kind of poison he had applied.

Wrap his belt around his thin waist and tie it tightly to prevent the blood from circulating too quickly and spreading the toxins from the wound throughout the body. Then he hurriedly pulled out a small pair of silver scissors from a drawer on the side.

He placed the blade on the candle flame and roasted it, then slowly cut it along the edge of Rong Xiu's wound, and threw the rag on the ground.

Yan Xiaoyun glanced at Rong Xiu and gently patted his face with the back of her hand: "Hey, cheer up, don't fall asleep!" The clothes and the wound are sticking together, and I'm going to tear the clothes off, it might hurt a little, so you bear with it. ”

Although his mouth was reminded, his hand did not give him time to react, and his fingers sensitively grabbed the rags on the wound, taking advantage of the moment he was distracted.

Rong Xiu couldn't help but snort, and the sweat on his head became even more.

"You stinky girl, it's hard to ask for it and not hate because of love, and you are actually ruthless!"

Yan Xiaoyan ignored him, took the kettle from the table on the side, poured the water into the cup on the side, took a sip and rinsed his mouth, and spit the water into the spittoon on the side.

Then he turned his head and swallowed the wound on his lower abdomen, sucked the toxins and waste blood out of it, spit it in the spittoon, rinsed his mouth again, and the cycle repeated. After a while, the blood flowing from the wound finally returned to bright red, and Yan Xiaowei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately it was not highly poisonous.

Rong Xiu lay there, only to feel a burst of coldness on his body, and suddenly a burst of warmth, he narrowed his eyes, and saw her lowering her head, sucking out the toxin for herself, and the snow-white back of her neck was a little dazzling under the dim light.

I knew that she was treating his injuries, but she still felt uncomfortable with her hands and feet. was struggling with herself, and suddenly saw Yan Xiaoyu put down the things in her hand, picked up the candle on the table and walked towards the door.

The side of the bed suddenly fell into darkness, and on the ground was Yan Xiaoyi's long shadow, he couldn't help but open his mouth and ask, "Hey, where are you going?" ”

Yan Xiaowei turned her head, her eyes were exceptionally bright in the faint light: "You wait for me!" ”

As he spoke, he took the candle and went out.

A gust of night wind blew, and the candle flame swayed with the night wind, and she covered the candle flame with her hand, and blocked the upwind direction with her body, so that the candle flame could barely be stabilized.

The temple was built deep in the mountains, and she glanced at it on the way here, and there were some useful medicinal herbs growing in the forest. Even the monastery has some herbs available, mixed with weeds, and the ones that grow unkempt but are full of life.

Holding a candlelight, she slowly wandered through the grass family, and finally saw a short half-branched lotus, with small triangular leaves. Stretched out his hand and pulled it out entirely, shook the soil on the roots, and returned to the meditation room.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Rong Xiu reclining on the couch. Maybe it's because the toxin has been sucked out, and now the spirit has recovered a lot, and he is lowering his head to untie the belt tied around his waist to stop bleeding.