Chapter 407: It turns out that the little demon king is shy

Ning Yuchu sat down on the kang and listened to her: "Stretch out your hand." ”

He subconsciously stretched out, and soon retracted it again.

"W-what?"

Tang Li kindly explained: "If you don't deal with the injury on your hand, it will drain pus." ”

Ning Yuchu was stunned: "How do you know?" ”

Tang Li rolled his eyes, he thought he was hiding well, wouldn't she find out?

Ning Yu was speechless, no longer talking nonsense, and obediently stretched out his hands.

The long fingers, which were originally white and distinct, were all frostbitten, red and swollen.

As soon as she woke up, she wanted to deal with him, but she didn't expect to encounter this heavy rain, and she was soaked in water, and her ten fingers swollen again.

She took the scissors and cut a piece from the clean cloth towel, and took the rag and dipped it in the mashed potion.

Slender fingers rested on his wrist, and the other hand carefully applied the liquid to his wound.

His hands were originally sore and itchy, but when he applied the cold potion, he immediately alleviated more than half.

Gradually, the warmth of his fingertips distracted him.

The plump pink nails look like small sparkling shells.

Above is the green jade fingers, and the bright wrist exposed under the sleeves.

Further up, straight and slender arms, delicate shoulders, and the straight neck of a white goose.

Finally, the cheeks are lowered and half-exposed.

The phoenix eyes are half-bent and hidden in amber, and the red lips are cherry points.

Ning Yuchu was slightly stunned, and she sat close, the faint fragrance on her body accompanied by the medicinal fragrance rushed into his nose.

Tang Li felt his fingers suddenly straighten, and his eyes were slightly condensed and he raised his head: "What's wrong?" Painful? ”

Ning Yuchu didn't dare to meet her eyes, quickly looked away, and stumbled: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all." ”

Tang Li felt that he was holding on, like a child who was afraid of injections, and he didn't look at the syringe when he died.

She didn't tear him down and continued to smear him.

However, Ning Yuchu became more and more uncomfortable, and urged: "How long will it take?" ”

This strengthened her guess, and as she had coaxed the little patient in the past, her voice was soft and soothing: "Just a little while, you bear with it." ”

The warm breath rushed to the side of his face, and the tips of Ning Yuchu's ears turned red, and he couldn't sit still, praying in his heart that time would pass faster.

When she finally finished painting her hands, he quickly withdrew his hands and was about to get up and go out to breathe, but he heard her say, "Take off your boots." ”

Ning Yuchu thought she had heard it wrong, and turned her head to see her staring at his feet, only to realize that she was not joking.

He immediately took two steps back and said vigilantly, "What are you doing?" ”

This expression, like a frightened bird, made Tang Li quite speechless.

"What are you afraid of, I want to see the injuries on your feet, you have walked all the way, your feet must be frostbitten, if you don't deal with it, do you want to make these feet useless? If you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, I don't have anything to say. ”

She was about to put away the potion, and someone had quickly taken off his boots.

"That's right."

She stepped forward to check and found that the foot was more serious than the injury to the hand.

Tang Li twisted his eyebrows and was about to apply medicine to him, but he raised his hand to open it.

No matter how good Tang Li's patience was, he would be worn out, and he crossed his hands on his hips and asked, "Uncle, what kind of temper are you making?" ”

Ning Yuchu hid his legs, subconsciously wanted to touch his nose, and found that his hands were full of medicine, so he put it down halfway, and said with an unnatural face: "The master takes the medicine himself, and he doesn't need your help." ”

It turns out that the little devil is shy.

People who practice medicine, what kind of patients have not seen.

Tang Li didn't care if it was dirty or not, and while he wasn't paying attention, he grabbed his ankle and held it down.