Hearing this, Feng Ayan hurriedly took the senior brother out of the box and put it flat on the couch, and when he picked up his right hakama, his forehead burst out with green tendons. The broken part of the bone was already swollen, and the bruise was stretched across the white ankle, and it was so green that it was black, and it was obvious that it had not been properly treated since the injury.

Fortunately, despite the rough blows from external forces, the stubble was still intact, with no fragments and no misalignment. She took out the ointment for the bone wound from the cabinet between the couch and the wall, carefully applied it to his wound, and carefully fixed it with a splint: "Who did it?" ”

She lowered her voice now, and it sounded like the voice of a young man; And this tone is too calm, as long as you are not deaf, you can hear the great anger surging under the calmness. Zhao

Chapter 142 of the Sanqitang Medical Records Book (Chaotianque · 4) Hand hitting, please wait a while,

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