"Don't make a fuss. I'll look at the injury. ”

Sang Yan held him down, ripped off his clothes, and looked at the injuries, and there was indeed blood.

She called for medicine and re-bandaged.

He Ying hissed and gasped, and suffered again.

After the bandaging was done, he lay down and patted the position next to him: "I'm so tired." Lie down with me and rest. ”

There are soldiers guarding outside, and no one will come to disturb them.

Sang Yan nodded, found a comfortable position, and snuggled

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