Zhong Ling'er grabbed Nangong Ye's hand and whispered, "Brother Ye, let me help you deal with your wounds." ”

Nangong Ye raised her deep eyes and glanced at her, half-convinced, she would deal with the wounds of this girl? Could it be that you want to kill him while he's injured?

He frowned, glanced back at the wound on his shoulder, thought about it, and agreed.

If the wound is not treated in time, it is infected, and the inflammation is not good.

"Okay, you can help me clean the wound first." With that, he got up, walked to the water's edge, and sat down.

tore a strip of cloth from his clothes and stuffed it into the hand of Zhong Ling'er, who followed closely.

Zhong Ling'er reached out and tore the torn clothes from his wound even bigger to facilitate the treatment of the wound.

Then he washed the strip of cloth that Nangong Ye handed him in the water, and began to carefully treat his wounds, which were still stained with a lot of mud around his wounds.

Seeing it, her heart ached for a while, "Nangong Ye, it hurts." ”

She gently cleaned up all the dirt on the wound, then took out a small white porcelain bottle from the small cloth bag she was carrying, pulled out the stopper, and poured the white powder inside on Nangong Ye's wound.

"Shhh It hurts, what kind of medicine did you give me? When the medicine powder touched the wound, Nangong couldn't help but cry out in pain, because the medicine was too exciting.

When he fell up, his wound was as hot and painful as if it had been burned.

After Zhong Ling'er finished taking the medicine, she took the porcelain bottle back into her cloth bag and explained: "This is the medicine that my master specially developed for me, it has a good effect on the treatment of trauma, it hurts a little, you bear with it, it will not hurt soon, it will hurt for a while." ”

Nangong Ye glanced at her suspiciously.

"Because I was very naughty and often injured when I was injured, Master developed this medicine for me and carried it with me in case I needed it."

"You...... Do you get hurt often? Nangong Ye asked with a complicated look in his eyes.

No wonder she is very skilled when she helps him treat his wounds, probably because she is often injured and has been practicing by treating wounds.

Zhong Ling'er looked at his handsome face with a smile and lightly tapped his little head.

He took out a small bundle of white bandages from his cloth bag, "Fortunately, the outside of my small cloth bag is made of cloth, but the inner layer is sheepskin, it is not soaked in water, the bandage is still dry, let me help you bandage the wound." ”

"You have bandages, why didn't you take them out sooner? Hurt master, I tear my sleeves? Nangong Ye looked at the bandage in her hand and glared at her dissatisfied.

"You tore it too fast just now, and before I could say it, you ripped your sleeves, and besides, you tore it, and your clothes were torn and you couldn't wear them."

Her eyes drifted to the wound on his shoulder, signaling that even if his sleeve was not broken, the damage here could not be repaired.

Nangong Ye also glanced at her right shoulder, and felt that what she said made sense, so forget it.

Zhong Ling'er stretched out her little hand to Nangong Ye's placket casually, wanting to pick up his clothes.

Nangong Ye panicked, and immediately pressed her messy little hand and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Take off your clothes!" Zhong Ling'er looked at him with big moist eyes.

Her eyes were very bright and black, as clean as a lake of clear water.