Wan Qian'an looked at Mo Jiu, who had not spoken before, she thought that he didn't care about a subordinate.

"I'll clean the wound first, and then stitch it up to stop the bleeding, if you agree to let me try, he might still be alive, or he'll just die."

Wan Qi looked at Mo Jiu steadily, waiting for his answer. If it weren't for the kindness that Seventeen had shown her before, she wouldn't have wanted to do such a crazy thing.

"Stitched? I have been practicing medicine for many years, and I have never heard of this method of curing injuries. Little girl dolls don't joke with human life. ”

When the old man heard Wan Qian'an's words, he immediately felt disdainful. But he also voiced the doubts that everyone has.

"You think so, too? I thought that you were a good master who loved and cared for his subordinates, and even a god couldn't save him later. ”

Wan Qian'an ignored Na Langzhong, and let him blow his beard and stare at him, this is not clear in three words, so she didn't explain, but asked Mo Jiu, which was more reliable.

Mo Jiu's thin lips pursed, and he glanced at Seventeen, who was already unconscious on the bed.

"Master, why don't you let the girl try it, maybe Seventeen can still live."

Qing Ruo suddenly knelt on one knee, Seventeen is his brother, he was born and died together, he didn't want him to die. He knew that his master definitely didn't want him to die, and although his master had always been strict with them, he still had feelings for them.

"I believe you once, but the deity needs to stay."

"Okay, then please ask the unrelated personnel to go out quickly, Qingruo you go and prepare some needlework, hot water, and the stronger the wine, the better" and clean strips of cloth to boil in water for a while. Finally, I asked Lang Zhong to help me prepare some medicinal materials to stop bleeding. ”

ordered everyone to go and prepare, Na Langzhong was unwilling, but under Qingruo's coercion, he had to help her from the side.

Wan Qian'an tied all his hair behind his head, and his sleeves were rolled up high, revealing his snow-white jade arms. Mo Jiu inadvertently caught a glimpse of the condensed grease, turned his head a little uncomfortably, and brought the lamp on the table closer.

Mo Jiu looked at her with a serious face, and disinfected the wound very seriously, and then used the sterilized needle to pass through the skin and flesh, stitch up the terrifying wound, and then apply the medicine. The movements on her hands were a little jerky, but they were very careful, but he also inadvertently saw that there were several cuts on her hands, but fortunately, the wounds were not deep.

It was the first time he had looked at her seriously.

Dai's eyebrows are curved, her nose is round, her lips are pursed, her peach blossom eyes are focused at the moment, her skin is like cream, and her broken hair is soaked with sweat and sticks to her face.

She doesn't seem to be bad.

The almost inaudible horns of Mo Jiu's mouth rose slightly, but no one noticed it.

The old man was reluctant at first, but later he was surprised by Wan Qian'an and became respectful.

The whole process went through an hour, and after everything was done, Wan Qian'an's hand carefully probed under the seventeen nose, fortunately, it was okay, and there was still breath.

"As long as this strong man can survive tonight, this life will still be his."

Lao Langzhong was also forced to stay overnight tonight.

Wan Qian'an returned to her room after explaining, and as soon as she closed the door, she collapsed on the bed without any image, which is really not done by people.

It didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep.

And Mo Jiu didn't feel sleepy at all at this time. The jointed fingers tapped unhurriedly on the wooden tabletop, and at the hand was a secret letter, in which the protagonist was Wan Qi'an.

She was indeed Wan Qian'an, the one who had been sleeping for sixty years.

Then she can't be that person's person. But the beautiful face in my mind didn't look like a sixty-year-old person.

Mo Jiu looked at the letter on the table, silent, but there was something different in his heart.

It's kind of interesting.

The next day, Wan Qi'an woke up to find that his body was in severe pain, but he slept heavily last night. Wan Qi'an walked to the table and drank a glass of water, but found a bottle of medicine on the table, Wan Qi'an picked it up and smelled it.

Gold sore medicine? Who gave it?

It must be the old man.

Wan Qian'an wants to take a bath and then take medicine, walking around in the mountains in the past few days, he has a lot of sweat on his body, and his clothes are so dirty that he can't see his true colors, so let's go to the old man to borrow a set first.

But as soon as she opened the door, she was startled.