Nalan Meidai seemed to have an attack of madness, stretched out her hands, crying and shouting hoarsely, refusing Mingyue to treat her trauma.

Mingyue had no choice but to ask someone to invite Feng Chengcheng.

Feng Tingcheng, Murong Yiwen and Hua Qiandu rushed to the thatched house when they heard the news, Nalan Meidai grabbed Feng Tingcheng's clothes, as if a drowning person had grabbed a life-saving straw, and cried hoarsely: "Cousin, woo woo, please, I don't want Mingyue to treat me, I don't want Mingyue to treat me." ”

Seeing this, Feng Qingcheng scolded: "Nalan Meidai, what are you making a fuss about? ”

Nalan Meidai cried and shouted, "Cousin, I want other medicine disciples to treat me, I don't want Mingyue to help me treat." I, I want Murong Yiwen to help me with treatment. ”

Feng Chengcheng looked at Murong Yiwen and asked Nalan Meidai seriously: "You have to think clearly." ”

Mingyue's acupuncture and moxibustion skills are famous all over the world, and she can use fairy power and silver needles to continue her tendons and bones, and as we all know, Nalan Meidai actually refused Mingyue to treat her, is there something wrong with her brain?

In addition, her wound was on the top of her thigh, and it was really embarrassing for the male disciple to stitch up the wound for her.

Didn't Nalan Meidai think about this problem?

Nalan Meidai cried: "Cousin, I have thought clearly, as long as Murong Yiwen helps me with treatment, I don't want Mingyue to help me with treatment, I don't want her to help me with treatment, she will definitely take the opportunity to harm me." ”

Hua Qiandu listened to her words and sneered: "Nalan Meidai, I really don't know what to do." ”

Mingyue sneered and didn't speak, it was best not to let her be treated, because, as soon as she thought that it was Nalan Meidai who indirectly killed Elder Liu Qingshan and Han Ruge, her heart was sad and indignant.

Feng Chengcheng was helpless and asked Murong Yiwen, who was standing aside, "Origin is responsible for helping him stitch up his wounds, do you agree?" ”

Feng Tingcheng felt that there was a difference between men and women, Nalan Meidai was a woman, and it seemed more reasonable for a female doctor to stitch up her wounds.

However, Nalan Meidai insisted that Mingyue would not help her treat her trauma, the disciples of the medicine sect here are limited, there is a shortage of manpower, and there is no other suitable candidate, so Murong Yiwen can only suture the wound for her.

Murong Yiwen looked at the snow-white and tight leg that was exposed, his eyes shrank, the wound was close to the inner thigh, the area was huge, many muscles were seriously damaged, and many meridians were broken, and the broken meridians were a big project, and he was not completely sure.

However, so many people were looking at him with blank eyes, of course Murong Yiwen would not say that he was not sure of cure, he raised his head, showed a proud look, and said to Feng Qingcheng: "Elder Feng, I can promise to treat her, however, I have a few conditions. ”

Feng Qingcheng frowned and asked, "What conditions?" ”

Murong Yiwen said: "First, send three of the most outstanding disciples of the Medicine Sect to me as assistants. Second, Nalan Meidai's wound is too serious, many meridians have been damaged, if there are any sequelae after treatment, you can't blame me. ”

Nalan Meidai hurriedly asked, "What will be the sequelae?" ”

Murong Yiwen replied: "For example, it affects walking. ”

When Nalan Meidai heard this, his face suddenly turned pale, and he trembled with fright, and tears suddenly fell on his gorgeous face. She broke down and shouted: "I don't want to be disabled, I don't want to be disabled!" ”

Feng Qingcheng turned his head and asked the silent Mingyue: "Xiao'er, what, what is your opinion?" ”

Mingyue pointed to the bloody wound and said, "The injury is so serious, my opinion is the same as that of Murong Yiwen, no doctor in this world can guarantee that such a serious wound will be completely recovered." ”

She was right

It is true that no matter what kind of disease is treated, especially when treating serious trauma, no doctor in the world is willing to say it too satisfactorily.

Because the treatment depends not only on the doctor's skills, but also on the patient's recovery and cooperation, as well as the efficacy of the drug and other comprehensive factors.

Murong Yiwen is also a senior disciple of the Medicine Sect, although his level is not as good as Mingyue's, but there is no problem with the basic operations of treating external injuries, suturing wounds, and simply connecting and breaking tendons.

A solemn expression appeared on Feng Tingcheng's face, and he asked again: "Nalan Meidai, if you don't stitch up your wound, you will really be disabled for life." I asked again, who would help with the stitches? ”

Nalan Meidai said firmly: "Murong Yiwen, I want Murong Yiwen to help me stitch up my wounds." ”

Feng Tingcheng nodded and said, "Okay, I respect my own opinions and choices, Brother Murong, then let's stitch up her wounds." ”

Feng Chengcheng walked out of the thatched hut with the others, leaving it to Murong Yiwen and the three assistants, who would stitch up and treat Nalan Meidai's wounds. Because the number of Shushan disciples who came to explore the treasure was limited, only one assistant was a young female disciple of the Medicine Sect.

Murong Yiwen first instructed his assistant to feed Nalan Meidai a bowl of Ma Fo San, people who have been seriously injured will fall into a deep sleep after taking this medicine, even if the doctor stitches up the wounds for these people, they will not feel particularly painful, and they will not wake up automatically until a day and a night later.

After Nalan Meidai took Ma Fosan, she fell into a deep sleep, and she was basically unconscious of the harm to the outside world.

She lay quietly on the simple wooden bed, which was completely different from her usual high-flying, cold and arrogant appearance.

Murong Yiwen's eyes gently swept over the gorgeous and incomparable delicate face, and the convex and concave hot body, and slowly took out the long needle that had been boiled, and began to carefully stitch up the wounds on her thighs for Nalan Meidai layer by layer.

In the process of suturing the wound, it is necessary to be careful with those broken meridians, if the meridians are not sutured properly, it will inevitably affect the later recovery and normal walking.

Nalan Meidai's leg was very seriously injured, although the bleeding had been stopped with medicinal materials, there was still blood coming out, and the assistant needed to wipe the blood clean with clean gauze in time, so as not to affect the suture of the meridians.

Murong Yiwen sutured the muscle tissue while carefully searching for the various meridians in the muscles.

One of the main meridians was missing a section in the middle, and it couldn't be stitched together at all, unless he had the ability to break tendons and bones like Mingyue, and he could forcibly extend the broken meridians temporarily through immortal power and silver needles, and quickly connect them together.

It's a pity that none of the entire Medicine Sect disciples have Jiang Yueyue's Silver Needle Technique, and Mingyue, an orphan girl in the mountains, has this skill strangely.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Murong Yiwen's mind, he suspected that Mingyue was most likely Jiang Yueyue's illegitimate daughter left behind in the world, and a wave of hatred suddenly spawned in his heart. That was his resentment against Jiang Yueyue.

Does he want to invite Mingyue over to continue the meridians for Nalan Meidai?

"Senior Brother Murong, Senior Brother Murong," the female disciple of the Medicine Sect who wiped the blood stains saw that Murong Yiwen had stopped the movement in his hand, and hurriedly shouted, "You, are you okay?" ”

Murong Yiwen came back to his senses from his thoughts, looked at the bloody wound, and remembered what Jiang Yiyi had said to him before: "Hmph, that slut in Mingyue is really fateful, he was kicked by Nalan Meidai in Zhaoyao City, and he was not trampled to death by the demon beast, but it was a pity for Elder Liu Qingshan's fool." ”

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Murong Yiwen's eyes, the bright moon was the bright moonlight in his heart, although he couldn't

He got her as he wished, but he couldn't tolerate anyone bullying her.

Nalan Meidai, this slut, actually thought of a way to kill her? The corners of Murong Yiwen's eyes shrank suddenly, and he looked coldly at the cold beauty who was lying on the bed and fell asleep, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Murong Yiwen directly ignored the broken meridian and carefully stitched up the nearby cracked muscles layer by layer, until the last layer of epidermis was sutured, and then stopped.

In order to facilitate the stitching of the wound, Nalan Meidai did not wear long pants, but bare legs, one leg hidden in the skirt, and the other injured leg protruding from the skirt. Her legs are slender and straight, tight and slender, her legs are incomparably beautiful, her skin is porcelain white, smooth and delicate, smooth and delicate, like a baby's skin.

After the stitching is completed, the tight, slender, snow-white and flawless thigh is exposed with the suture "Z" shaped suture, and the ultimate perfection reveals the ultimate defect, and there is an indescribable defect beauty. Murong Yiwen looked at it and felt that his throat was tight, and he felt hot all over his body for a while, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Seeing that Murong Yiwen had completed the stitching, the female disciple hurriedly stepped forward, carefully applied a thick layer of gold sores on top of the stitched wound, carefully bandaged it layer by layer with gauze, and finally carefully covered Nalan Meidai's dress on the injured leg.

In the later stage, the female disciple would regularly change the dressing for Nalan Meidai, and her wound did not hurt the bone, and she was able to get out of bed and walk in about a week.

Murong Yiwen looked at the sky, he stitched up the wound for Nalan Meidai, and before he knew it, it was late at night, and the lights in the thatched hut were bright, illuminating the small thatched hut like day, no wonder he didn't realize the passage of time.

The female assistant said respectfully: "Senior Brother Murong, you go and rest quickly, I will guard Senior Sister Nalan and wait for her to wake up tomorrow afternoon." ”

Murong Yiwen's mind was full of the extremely tempting beautiful legs, and he said in a deep voice: "Nalan Meidai has just finished stitching, I'm worried that there will be abnormalities, or I'll guard it, we are also tired, go and take a rest, come and replace me early in the morning." ”

The three assistants said gratefully: "Thank you, Senior Brother Murong, there is a simple wooden bed next to here, you can lie on it for a while when you are tired." With that, the three of them walked out and carefully covered the door.

Murong Yiwen walked to the door and stretched out his head to look left and right.

The location of this thatched hut is relatively remote, the surroundings are quiet, everyone should have fallen asleep, Murong Yiwen only saw the huge golden pillar of light in mid-air and the strange strange city in the air.

This night, there were no more daredevils running to the Stygian Sea or Edgeworth flying to find the strange city in the air, and everyone was cautiously watching, or rather, watching the movements of the Shushan Immortal Gate.

Murong Yiwen bolted the simple wooden door from the inside and blew out the other lamps, leaving only a bean lamp, which shone brightly and dimly on the simple thatched house.

Nalan Meidai was lying on the bed unconscious at this time, as if she was asleep, her gorgeous face was pale and almost transparent, her long eyelashes cast a row of shadows on her tall and beautiful nose, and a slender and delicate slender jade leg was revealed in the messy skirt, white and flawless, the leg shape was perfect, and the thighs were wrapped in thick gauze, which looked so beautiful that people couldn't help but want to commit a crime.

Murong Yiwen stretched out her hand and gently stroked the impeccable, extremely beautiful and perfect face, her figure was impeccable, she was usually arrogant and domineering, cold and unparalleled, she looked full of temptation that no one could resist at this time.

Murong Yiwen's eyes flickered with lust/fire, and a lewd smile appeared on his face, he gently took off his clothes and slowly walked towards the beautiful sleeping beauty on the bed......