Mo Ze was not lightly injured, I am afraid that he is physically and mentally injured at the moment, when Wei Lan saw Mo Ze who was drunk at the door of his house with an empty wine jar in his hand stained with blood, he shook his head and sighed: Sure enough, it was as he expected, but the situation was worse.

Wei Lan hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to pick up the clothes on his chest, and only after picking up a little Mo Ze snorted in pain.

Wei Lan took a closer look, and couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, only to see that the clothes on his chest had coagulated and adhered together because of the blood flowing out of the wound on his chest. Seeing that most of the white clothes on his body were stained red and black with blood, it was shocking, but you can imagine how much blood he had shed from his wounds, how deep the wounds were, it was hard to imagine that he had not been treated for a night, if he was not still breathing, it would be almost a dead corpse.

Mo Ze was so badly injured, he didn't even do a simple bandage of the wound, and he was drunk like this, is this guy still alive? Wei Lan's face was gloomy, and he slapped Mo Ze's face twice angrily and said, "Hey, Mo Shao, don't die at the door of my house if you want to die."

Mo Ze snorted, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was awake and as if he was not awake. Wei Lan really wanted to trample this guy to death and throw it out directly, saving him from worrying about it.

Wei Lan helped him back into the house and let him lie on the bed, stuffed a pill into his mouth and forced him to swallow it, and then slammed the door with a black face, and went straight to the wing king's room and said to Rong Ruolan: "Miss Rong, offended, please come with me." , and then dragged her out without waiting for her to reply.

Rong Ruolan saw that Wei Lan's face was wrong and was pulled away by him, and asked inexplicably, "Doctor Wei, what happened?" I'm going to stay and take care of the prince. ”

Wei Lan didn't look back and said, "The prince has never needed your care."

When Rong Ruolan heard this, his whole face turned white in an instant, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say, so he had to purse the corners of his lips tightly.

Wei Lan pulled Rong Ruolan to Mo Ze with a dark face, pointed to Mo Ze, who was lying on the bed and was drunk and half-dead, and said, "Miss Rong, this person saved you." If you still have even the slightest gratitude for him, stay and take care of him. He needs your care more than the Winged King. ”

Rong Ruolan raised his eyes to see that it was Mo Ze, his face couldn't help but turn red and white for a while, but he was frightened by the embarrassment on the bed and lying like a dead man.

Looking at Mo Ze, who was not a ghost or a ghost, Rong Ruolan was so frightened that he covered his mouth with his hand, his heart was flustered and at a loss, and he said in a trembling voice: "He...... He...... How did he ...... How's it going? ”

Wei Lan said with a cold face: "I'm not dead yet, but if I don't save it, I'm going to die."

"Save ...... Save him...... Please...... Save him. Looking at Mo Ze's appearance, Ruolan couldn't help but shed tears, and for some reason a feeling of heartache swelled in her heart, and she was faintly afraid, and at this moment, she only saw the injured Mo Ze in her eyes.

Wei Lan glanced at her, and her dark face eased slightly: "Miss Rong, you go and get a basin of warm water."

Ruolan did as he was told.

Wei Lan found a pair of scissors and carefully cut the clothes around Mo Ze's chest with the wound, leaving only the cloth stained with his wound. At this time, Rong Ruolan came in with a basin of water, looked at the shocking wound with his teeth and claws, and almost dropped the basin with a shake of his hand, thinking in his heart: How painful this must be!

Ruolan put down the basin of water, and when he saw that Wei Lan had given Mo Ze an anesthetic, he reached out and was about to pull the piece of fabric stuck to his chest, so he hurriedly stopped him: "Don't, he'll hurt."

Wei Lan glanced at Rong Ruolan and said, "You have to tear off the cloth that sticks to the wound, otherwise his wound can't be treated, and if the infection worsens, it may be critically fatal."

Ruolan frowned and approached the side of the bed to look at Mo Ze in a coma, couldn't help but reach out and hold his hand, closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at Wei Lan and ripped the cloth from his wound.

I only heard Mo Ze scream, and the hand holding Mo Ze was tightly grasped by him in pain, but Ruolan still didn't let go of him. Ruolan's whole heart trembled, and tears fell in tears.

Mo Ze was woken up by a huge pain, his face was drenched in cold sweat, his whole body spasmed in pain, and after screaming, a tear burst out of the corner of his eye, but his eyes were extremely clear, and he was stunned when he saw Ruolan, and shouted "Ruolan" softly, feeling the little hand holding him in his hand tightened, and fainted again.

Ruolan saw Mo Ze fainting, and shouted Mo Ze a few times, seeing that he didn't answer, his heart hurt even more, and his tears fell even more fiercely.

After Wei Lan tore off the blood cloth, he immediately applied a thick layer of hemostatic powder to him to block the blood gushing out of the wound, and when the bleeding stopped, he took the wet cloth handed over by Ruolan to wipe the skin around the wound and apply the wound medicine, and opened his shirt, and the place that could not be removed was also the blood cloth adhered to the wound, each place was cut with scissors, and then the medicated wound was wrapped around with gauze.

When he cut off Mo Ze's shirt, although Rong Ruolan looked sideways, she still didn't leave Mo Ze out, which made Wei Lan sure that Rong Ruolan didn't have Mo Ze in her heart, but she didn't realize it.

After Wei Lan wrapped the most serious wound on Mo Ze's chest, he took Mo Ze's pulse, he was overworked due to excessive blood loss, and he was afraid that it would take several days to wake up, but he was also relieved, and said to Rong Ruolan: "Miss Rong, I bother you to go to the kitchen and order to stew some bird's nest porridge and send it over, Mo Shao has lost too much blood, and he needs to drink more nourishing nutrients."

Rong Ruolan looked at Mo Ze, as if he was a little reassured, Wei Lan saw this and said: "Mo Shao's life is not in danger now, just wait for him to wake up."

Hearing this, Ruolan retreated.

Wei Lan looked at the remaining wounds of different sizes on Mo Ze's body, each of which was sticking to the cloth, his brows were tangled, and he reached out and stuffed a ball of cloth into Mo Ze's mouth, tearing the cloth from the wounds on his body piece by piece. Mo Ze woke up from pain several times, his hands clutched the bed board tightly, biting the cloth ball in his mouth, and he didn't feel any pain in the back, he was already numb from pain.

Wei Lan saw that he woke up in pain when he was dealing with the wound, and said angrily and painfully: "You deserve to be in pain like this, if you take care of your body and deal with it a little simply, you will not suffer this kind of crime in vain."

However, Mo Ze was so painful that his eyes were about to roll white, how could he still care about his anger.

has been wrapped in gauze like a puppet, and a head leaks out of his body.

Wei Lan used to see King Yi risking his life to visit Lan Kun Palace at night for Xia Qingyu, thinking that he was a madman who was driven crazy by love, but now look at Mo Ze who is covered in gauze, he really deserves to be a friend of King Yi, the same madman.

Wei Lan felt a feeling of dizziness in his brain and almost fell to the ground, and quickly held on to the small table on the side, he was busy all night last night, and he was busy all night this morning, and he was exhausted.

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