She changed out of her luxurious palace clothes, and was only dressed in light white, which was a style that Xing Sen didn't know, but there was no sense of disobedience on her body. It's like, she's born to look like this.

Her hair was pulled up high, and only a strip of cloth was tied to the top of her head, revealing a smooth forehead, and her little face without powder was full of beauty.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor operation, it won't be long."

The delicate and warm soft wattle, like mutton fat and warm jade, covered his palm, and the panic and unknown in his heart were all expelled in an instant.

Xing Sen knew that when Cui Yan treated people, she would first cover her hands with a hot cover, and then hold the patient's hand. It's a simple gesture, but it's reassuring.

Her hands were warm.

Xing Sen's heart trembled slightly, and subconsciously, Xing Sen wanted to hold that hand back, but he quickly opened it the moment his fingers were curled. Cui Yan is a compassionate healer, but he has other ideas.

His upbringing, his bottom line, does not allow him to do such things.

Xing Sen pursed his lips, smiled at Cui Yan, and said a soft "um".

Cui Yan stood up.

His hands were empty, and Xing Sen was slightly disappointed. Turning his head, he watched Cui Yan open the medicine box and put the tools, gauze, and medicines to be used on the side of the table one by one.

There are a lot of knives, all of them are made of silver, after Cui Yan gave Xiao Yu the drawings, he rushed out during this time, Cui Yan tried it in his hand, it was not as easy as modern knives, but it was already rare.

Finally, I don't have to use hairpins for surgery anymore.

Cui Yan's hand paused. After Xiao Yu gave her the hairpin, he never asked again, as if the hairpin had nothing to do with him. Thinking of Xiao Yu's injury last time, a very bold idea came to mind.

"What's wrong?" Drink blood asked.

Seeing Cui Yan hesitate, his first reaction was that there was a problem with the knife.

"It's okay, the tools are good." Cui Yan said lightly. Because of the interruption of drinking blood, the idea just now drifted somewhere.

Cui Yan arranged the knives in the order in which she wanted to use them, then cleaned her hands, dried them, picked up the one at the front, and said to Xing Sen, "I'm going to start." ”

Xing Sen didn't speak, just nodded, and then relaxed himself and handed the whole person to Cui Yan.

She doesn't have broad shoulders, nor does she have the strength to protect people, but Xing Sen feels that she is more trustworthy than everyone else in the world.

When she had the operation, her brows were tightly wrung up, her little face was serious and stubborn, and she had a bit of majesty on her body.

Those who hold knives are not necessarily executioners, but may also be doctors who save lives and help the wounded.

Inexplicably, such words came to Xingsen's mind. Xing An sighed, and finally closed his eyes.

In my world, you ride by lightly, but you are surprised by a spring flower.

Time passed minute by minute, and the brilliance of the night pearl was sprinkled on Cui Yan's body, gilding her with a layer of holy silver. Drinking Blood stood behind Cui Yan, and took the knife handed over by Cui Yan from time to time.

———I'm the dividing line———

Shang Shufang.

Zhang Shangshu had already left, leaving only a cyan porcelain vase on Xiao Yu's table.

Five months' worth of medicine is not much, but it is sufficient.

Xing An walked out of the inner room and stood in front of Xiao Yu, his shrewd eyes staring at the porcelain vase on the table. He couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart at the moment, his mouth was open, but he still didn't speak.