"It's fine."

Thinking of what Mama Wang said, she asked, "How does the Queen Mother treat you?" ”

Xiao Yu lowered his eyes, recalled the past, and said lightly, "The queen mother treats me like a mountain. ”

Yes, grace is like a mountain.

She gave him life, gave him a unique identity as a concubine, and raised him to grow up. The death of her father was also because she put down all her dignity and pride and helped him to the throne against all odds. Perhaps, the queen mother is a little less loving and a little more strict. However, Xiao Yu understands that being born in the family of the emperor, while gaining honors that others do not have, he is also destined to lose a lot of things.

He didn't have a choice.

Xiao Yu raised her eyebrows, "Why did Yan'er ask like this?" ”

"No, it's nothing, it's just asking." Cui Yan's eyes flashed back and said.

When Xiao Yu was young, Wei Mingzhu once asked Mama Wang, who had no milk, to be a nurse for him, and from this point of view, Wei Mingzhu was definitely not good to Xiao Yu.

However, she is not clear about the secrets of this palace, how can she speculate.

Cui Yan didn't say it, and Xiao Yu didn't ask.

Seeing that Cui Yan took out the jar given by Murong Bai again and began to pour it, Xiao Yu picked up his sleeves and stretched out his hand in front of Cui Yan.

On the fair skin, the pinch marks are obvious, and there are two places that are already a little red, which should be injured in the Yilan Hospital.

"Pills."

Thinking of Cui Yan's hand, the gentle touch on his body, the cold feeling, like a feather, crossed the tip of his heart.

Cui Yan didn't make any further moves, she said, "Your wound is already infected, and you can only apply medicine after treatment." ”

"Infected?" What is it?

Cui Yan stretched out her hand, and her slender fingers shook in front of Xiao Yu's eyes, "My hands." Looking at the white, there are actually a lot of dirty things on it. ”

Xiao Yu pursed her lips and stared at the soft water in front of her with burning eyes.

The fingers are slender, delicate and white, like the finest mutton fat white jade. Where is it dirty?

Cui Yan tried to continue to explain in words that could be understood in this era, "Not only my hands, but also clothes, tables, and floors. It looks smooth and clean, but there are thousands of tiny creatures living on it, these microorganisms are very small, completely invisible to the naked eye, we call them microorganisms for the time being.

They may not be seen, but they are real and pervasive in the environment in which we live.

Some of these little beings are beneficial to us and some are harmful. The human body has many barriers that prevent harmful microorganisms from entering our body, so we generally don't get sick because of them. ”

It is not an exaggeration to say that this is an earth-shattering statement. Somehow, he was surprised by what Cui Yan said, but he didn't have half a doubt.

Cui Yan added, "If we are injured and the wound on our skin comes into direct contact with the air, these things will enter our blood from the wound. Infested by these small creatures and left untreated, these injuries are likely to be fatal.

Wounds are cleaned and disinfected, usually with spirits, or if there are no spirits, with boiling water. ”

After Cui Yan finished speaking, the expression on Xiao Yu's face could no longer be described as surprised.

looked at Cui Yan with burning eyes, when she spoke, her expression was determined, her face was resolute, and she had three points of majesty, and the brilliance that bloomed at that moment made people can't help but look sideways.

Xiao Yu pursed her lips, and her curiosity about Cui Yan was even more intense.